A third token of approaching answers to our prayer I see in the coming among us of Rev. D. D. Jones, who has been connected with our South China Mission, under Rev. C. R. Hager of Hong Kong. The French war has so disturbed the people among whom he was laboring, and, for the present, so closed the doors to missionary service, that he has seized the opportunity for a visit to us. He is well fitted for street preaching, and seems to have the evangelistic spirit. By way of experiment I have asked him to labor with us in this city for a month or two--hoping, if the Lord accepts our endeavor, to have him visit Sacramento, Marysville and other points. The beginnings of his work are encouraging, and we venture to hope that fruit already appears. We ask the readers of the _Missionary_ to add their requests to ours, that these tokens may be what the cloud was, big as a man's hand--precursor of glad out-pourings such as those in which Elijah left the mount of conflict and of prayer. * * * * * CHILDREN'S PAGE. * * * * * LETTER FROM AN INDIAN BOY. The letter given below was written by a Sioux Indian boy, whose entire education has been gained in the three years he has now been at Hampton Institute. It was written in acknowledgment of a Christmas gift of ten dollars for the purchase of books for himself, sent by a Sabbath-school class of boys in New York city. HAMPTON, Va. Dec. 18th, 1884. DEAR FRIENDS: It is impossible for me to write a few lines. I am glad that I will try to say a few words Of my people. We were just like a little baby. When Columbus discovered America, Until now To-day, we are different from what we were at that time. It is hard for us to leave our own old Indian ways at once. You know how hard it is for a crazy man get better from his crazy. It is just so with the Indians, it is hard for us. When I was at home, I was the youngest, But I try to do my best. So my parents wanted me to be kept there, As long as I could. But some of my friends think it will better for me to get a little education, and them some more to help them. It seem to me come to schools, And now I am school in this institution, and it is hard for me to do right. But I try to do my best as well as possible. And I learn little bits of English language or composition and also some history, Ever since I been here about over three years ago. So I am anxious to tell you something about my people, but as I say I have been here three years, I did not know how they getting along--But I think they are become like as civilized now, As some of them try very hard to do as the white people's. But there are some white men in our agencies, are good but only few of them, And there are most of all bad ones. Those bad ones who are try hard to pull us down. So hoping you will help and pray for us.