We have had many deferred hopes, and sometimes it has been dark as midnight. After nearly three years of hard work, I had both of my Indian missions destroyed, church and mission house burned, and our western border for three hundred miles desolated by an Indian massacre, which destroyed the fairest portion of our State, and left eight hundred of our citizens sleeping in nameless graves. It was needed to teach us that nations as well as individuals reap exactly what they sow. We began again. Here and there some Indian would listen, and the gospel was the same to him as to us. One day an Indian came to our missionary and said, "I know this religion is true. The men who have walked in this new trail are better and happier. But I have always been a warrior, and my hands are full of blood. Could I be a Christian?" The missionary repeated the story of God's love. To test the man he said, "May I cut your hair?" The Indian wears his scalp lock for his enemy--when it is cut it is a sign he will never go on the war-path again. The man said, "Yes, you may cut it; I shall throw my old life away." It was cut. He started for home and met some wild Indians who shouted with laughter, and with taunts said: "Yesterday you were a warrior, to-day you are a squaw." It stung the man to madness, and he rushed to his home and threw himself on the floor and burst into tears. His wife was a Christian, and came and put her arms about his neck and said: "Yesterday there was not a man in the world who dared call you a coward. Can't you be as brave for Him who died for you as you were to kill the Sioux?" He sprang to his feet and said, "I can and I will." I have known many brave, fearless servants of Christ, but I never knew one braver than this chief who is now in Paradise. I wish I could take you to a Christian Indian's home. You might see nothing but a plain log house, and you might wonder why the tears came in my eyes as he said to me, "That is my daughter's room; the boys sleep up stairs; this is for me and my wife." They are tears of joy, for I knew them when they herded as swine, in a wigwam. It is the religion of Christ which has brought respect for womanhood.