The Sabbath was spent in holding two services with them, one mainly a service of song; and as there was a part of the day not occupied, at the request of the whites near by, I gave them a sermon. The next day I found that “blue Monday” had to be adjourned. Years ago the Indians purchased their land, but owing to a mistake of the surveyor, it was necessary that the deeds should be made out again; so, in order to get all the Indians together who were needed, and the proper officer, I walked fourteen miles and rode six in a canoe, and then saw that nineteen deeds were properly signed, which required sixty-two signatures, besides the witnessing, acknowledging and filing of them, which required seventy-six names more. The plat of their town, Jamestown, was also filed and recorded, and all after half-past three o’clock. When this was done, I assisted the Indians to get two marriage licenses, when we went to the church, where I addressed them on two different subjects, after which the two weddings took place, and by nine o’clock we were done. The monotony of the next day was varied by a visit to the school, helping the chief to select a burying ground (for their dead had been buried in various places), a walk of ten miles, and a wedding of a white couple, who had been very kind to me in my work there, one of them being a member of our church. On my way home, while waiting for the steamers to connect, I took a trip of about fifty miles to help in regard to the finishing of the Indian census of last year for General Walker and Major Powell, and then on my way home, by the kindness of the captain of the steamer, who waited half an hour for me, I was able to catch and take to the reservation the fifth Indian at Port Gamble who had been drunk, and had returned from the British side. I have never had a vacation since I have been here, almost seven years, unless such things as these may be called vacations. They are recreation, work, and vacation, all at once. While at Dunginess I learned one thing which somewhat pleased me. A few weeks before, a medicine man made a feast on Sabbath evening, and invited all the Indians to it. In connection with it there was also a large amount of their incantations. The feast was a bait, and the Indians went, the members of the church as well as the others leaving the evening service for it. Mr. Blakeslee, the school-teacher there, wrote me, as he felt very sad about it. On reaching the place, I found that on the same Sabbath evening, before the feast was over, those Christian Indians, feeling that they were doing wrong, left the place and went to one of their houses, where they confessed their sin and held a prayer meeting over it, and on the following Thursday evening, at the general prayer meeting, made a public statement of it. We could ask for nothing more, but could thank the Holy Spirit for inclining them thus to do, before any white person had spoken to them on the subject.