Yes, and there had been another Joe, Joe Michæl, who will be remembered possibly, as having been sick all one winter near Upper Dyke Village, who, with very little help had learned to read those wonderful books, so dreaded by the agents of Romanism, and the contents of which had cheered him as he walked through the dark valley, some twenty years ago. Nor may I forget to mention John Paul, whose happy death inspired me at the time not only to continue in my work, but to write the verses on the “Dying Indian’s Dream,” for which I have received so many thanks. “These, and they are not all, of those who have gone, and who in life and death have cheered the heart of the writer, amidst all the “discouraging history of the Micmac Mission.” And perhaps I could name as many or more among the living were it proper to do so, of whom I have good hope. The Lord be praised! “And, names and numbers aside, can we doubt that the Word of God may have been blessed to many souls of whom we know nothing. It was only by an apparent accident that I learned Joe Michæl could read the Scriptures.” “How did you learn?” I inquired of him. “Ben Brooks taught me the sounds of the letters, and I drilled out the rest by myself,” he replied. “I saw him but a few times. One day I passed the encampment, and all the rest were away, and he was alone. As I went up to his wigwam I stood and listened with great interest for a while before I went in. He was reading the Scriptures in Micmac, and the interview that followed I shall not soon forget. And I heard of a case at Shubenacadie where a priest went to see a young Indian who was dying of consumption. He found him reading the Gospel. He snatched the book out of the poor fellow’s hand and committed it to the flames. But he soon found out, and had to confess to the boy, that he had been rash, and difficult was it to obtain a hearing from the indignant and outraged “untutored Indian.” . . . “A white man once consented to carry me to an Indian’s hut, which we reached in a boat. . . . I never learned what the effect was on them, but the gentleman who was with me assured me afterwards that it was the means of his own conversion.” One more extract written two years before his death, which leaves the robe of responsibility resting upon all Christians, and we are done for the present. “May 26th, 1888. . . . They (the Micmacs) have equal access to the free schools with all others, and are extensively taking advantage of the privilege. Let them mingle with their white brothers, learn the arts of civilization as they are doing, and become useful citizens. Let the white people abandon their abominable and unreasonable ideas of caste. Let the ministers, everywhere, each look upon the Indians in his neighborhood as a part of his charge like all other poor sinners—then there will be no need of a separate Mission and a separate establishment for them.”