A COMMUNION SERVICE.--"We had a pleasant communion service last Sunday. Six young people joined in regular Congregational form after careful examination. We had previously elected a new member, who was a pupil in the school last year, to be deacon immediately upon his joining the church. One of those who joined the church made an attempt on my life last year. Though he is nearly as old as I he is now a docile pupil in the fourth-reader grade." HEATHERLY CHAPEL.--The new church in the mountain field, in Tennessee was organized in November, and is called Heatherly Chapel. It is enjoying a very interesting revival season. About fifty have been hopefully converted, twenty-two having joined the new church. This new church is an important addition to the work which the American Missionary Association is accomplishing in the mountain field. A USEFUL CHURCH.--From Corbin comes the message of deep spiritual interest and large usefulness in the church. At the last communion five were added and the work still goes on very encouragingly. A Sunday-school is carried on by the Christian Endeavorers of the Corbin church in a community near by. CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR SOCIETY.--A Young People's Society of Christian Endeavor was organized at La Follette, Tenn., early in December. Thirteen members united with this society and much enthusiasm was manifested. The Indians. DI TAPI'O? BY REV. C. L. HALL. We reached the Missouri at dark. A heavy gale tossed the water and whirled the sand. Can any one hear across the water, or are we to spend the October night in the timber? The Lord had provided for His work. A dark figure appeared on the bluff against the fading light. "Di tapi'o?" is the call across (Who are you?). "Ho-washte" (I am Good Voice) is the reply. The figure, like the man of Macedonia; the reply, "a voice crying in the wilderness." The man was Good Bird. He had come out, expecting his wife, and found us. The wind had sunk the flat-boat, and our horse had to wait in the brush till morning. I cared for him, while the carpenter and Good Bird crossed. Two other Indians came for me. The wind lulled and the dark flood flowed silently. Their leaky skiff was plugged with mud. One rowed, the other watched in the shadows for the landing. I bailed with a tin can. The current swung us in, and we lugged our tools and provisions and bedding up a sand slide, and slept in the "Independence Station" log house. We had made several visits during the summer. Once the whole family stayed a week. We won the affections of Mrs. Pedi'tska-Kadi'shta (Little Crow), so that she paddled Mrs. Hall over in her hide "bull-boat," on our return, for twenty-five cents. Then our trained nurse left her hospital room and visiting work at Fort Berthold and kept up the routine, and also treated about twenty patients among these Mandans.