a big batch of letters, got our washing and our marketing done, so to-morrow, being the Sabbath, we work till late and go on board the dahabeah by moonlight. Mousa goes to the town, gets drunk, and is returned by the police. We give him to understand most plainly that if we observe anything out of the way with him again he will be put ashore and left there, as we cannot and will not have anyone with us who will in any way be a reproach to our party. We are eager now to reach Khartoum. We have been wonderfully prospered thus far, and things look bright ahead. God grant that the New Year, so soon to dawn, may be as rich with His favor and blessing as the old, which is now passing away! The promises are many, and we can go cheerfully forward. _Sunday, Jan. 1, 1882._--Happy New Year! We are on board the government dahabeah, ready to start for Khartoum. Our boat is moored to the upper landing to receive her provisions. At last everything was ready. The noise and confusion at the landing was so great that toward night, for the sake of a little quiet, and to hasten forward on this, the Lord’s business, we allowed the men to spread the sail, and soon left Berber and the noisy rabble on the bank in the distance, the solitary minaret being the last object seen. There is a village nearly opposite, but a little above Berber, called Sheik Abdel Medjid, whence the caravans start for Dongola. We met three men in Berber worthy of mention. They were the governor, Ibrahim Bey; the chief of police, Mohamed Effendi, and Sheik Hassan Halifa. We took a great fancy to this last man, more for what he is in himself than for his family history, which is full of interest. We have sailed only a short distance, as we have been obliged to tie up for the night on account of rapids in the stream and lightness of the wind. We number on board 16 people all told. One is a comely black girl, who does the cooking for the sailors. Her natural graces of person are untrammeled by the conventionalities of civilized life. She wears only a scant rag about her waist. All the boats on the river here have one or more of these women, who grind the durra on flat stones and cook for the men. We have decided not to put up our flag, but to sail under the Egyptian colors, as this is a government boat, and ours for the time only through the kindness of Raouf Pasha. New Year’s Day on the Nile! How many thoughts of home and loved ones have crowded upon us as we have been lounging on deck in the bright moonlight. God bless us all, and give us a truly Happy New Year! * * * * * THE INDIANS. * * * * * NEW CHURCH AT DUNGINESS. BY REV. MYRON EELLS, S’KOKOMISH, WASHINGTON TERRITORY.