in the sun. If you will seek God he will take care of your bodies. Trust in the Lord. Put away heathen dances and plays. Be not like children; be men and women and God will feed you." These were his words. He spoke the truth, for he is the only Indian who had an abundant crop. Little Eagle cannot speak an English word. His son Harry who died could read English a little. He learned at Santee. But his knowledge of the Bible, and his Bible-reading to the people and his work for Christ, were in his own tongue. It was the truth in his own tongue that saved Little Eagle. _Shall we not, then, teach the children Christian truths in their own language?_ * * * * * THE CHINESE. A CHINESE CHRISTIAN IN CHINA. Chin Toy was a shoemaker until he accepted my invitation to become a Missionary Helper. His education, in English and as a Christian, has been wholly in our humble mission work. He is now engaged in evangelistic service. Having recently returned from a visit to his native land, I asked him to give me an account of his experience there. I give it below to the readers of the _Missionary_. W.C. POND. DEAR PASTOR:--You asked me kindly to give you my experience during my visit in China. I stayed home about ten months. I had a very hard time there at first, because I have no Christian friends who live near enough to help me. The temptations around me very great. My father and my uncle wanted me to help in their store: they had sacrifice-paper and candles for the offering of idols for sale. This hurted my feeling very much. I told them I was a Christian. I could not help in that business, for I know it was against the law of the true God. They laughed at me and said I was very foolish to believe such a doctrine. I found it very difficult to enlighten their minds. Two weeks after I got home was a birthday of my grandfather, who died many years ago. My father set some sacrifices on the parlor table, before the ancestral tablet; he wanted me to bow down and worship with him, but I refused. I told him while I honored my grandfather a great deal, yet I could not worship him. The Christians only worship the one true God. This made him very angry at me, he so angry that he did not take his breakfast that morning. From this time on, my father was cross to me very often, he called me a man without conscience. I did not mind about that, for I knew he loved me in his heart. He had not learned what Christianity was. I tried to please him all I could. When he scolded me I answered him softly. I prayed for him and for all my relatives every day. I asked the Lord to send the Holy Spirit to them, that they might prove what was good. Two or three months afterward, I found my father and relatives changed a great deal. They seemed to like Christianity more than they did.