Another noticeable fact was the motive which induced them to become Christians. In reply to my question on this point, each one unknown to the other said, that it was because he had noticed that Christians were so much happier than other people. Two of them had tried the wrong road very earnestly, and had found to their great sorrow that “the way of the transgressor is hard.” I was led then to think of two or three others who had united with the church on profession of faith within about a year, employees on the Reservation, who had made similar statements. “If the Bible were not true, and yet I could only believe it to be true, I would gladly do so, if it would bring me the happiness that Christians profess to have,” said one. Since becoming a Christian, he has often spoken of his happiness, and has great pity for those who are skeptical, for he knows how they feel, even if they do argue against Christianity. Another of the number, who was for three years very skeptical, a talented writer, and who used her talents against Christianity so strongly that her companions feared to enter the lists against her, and who was supposed to be thoroughly contented in her unbelief, became a Christian, and now speaks of those years, as “three years of horrible darkness.” On the third Sabbath of April, I was at Dunginess, where I received four more into our church, three on profession of faith. Two Indians and two whites stood side by side to enter the church. The communion season was very pleasant. One white lady, who had not been to the Lord’s table for a year, and who was just recovering from sickness, was so anxious to be present, that as she was unable to walk the distance, a little more than a quarter of a mile, she was carried by her husband more than half the way in a wheelbarrow. Another lady, seventy-six years old, walked three miles to be present, then another mile to where I should preach to the whites in the afternoon, and home again in the evening, about eight miles in all. Ten of the whites sat down there with the four Indians in the Indian church to celebrate Christ’s love. One person, who lives half a mile from the Indian village, said to me, as we came away, “It is a shame, _it is a shame_, that the Indians here are going ahead of the whites in religious affairs. It is a wonder how they are making advancement, considering the examples around them.” Two marriages, one infant and three adult baptisms, four received to the church, one communion service, one funeral, three prayer-meetings, and other services to the amount of fourteen in all, were the result of the eighteen days I was away from home. I had been at home but a few days when I was sent for by an Indian on the Reservation who has been an invalid for some time, and who asked to be received as a member of the church. After considerable consultation, he was so received week ago last Sabbath.