The organ of the little church is of the quaint device of a hundred years ago, having been presented to the mission by Queen Juliana, in recognition of the compliment paid her by the naming of the town. A native played it with reasonable skill, and the catechist led the singing, in which the entire congregation joined with a good voice. I have never seen a congregation pay closer attention to their pastor than these rude people paid to Mr. Anthon. They seemed eager for instruction, and drank in his every word. The sermon was well adapted to the minds of a people exposed to the dangers of the sea, as they are continually. As I sat looking at their upturned faces, I could not but reflect upon the great change that had come over the people who subdued the Northmen. Then they were steeped in the worst form of barbarous superstition. Earth, sea, and air were peopled with horrid spirits; now the love of Christ rules in every heart, and they are all, without exception, converts to the Christian faith. As a specimen of their language, I quote a stanza from one of the hymns sung (with a literal translation appended), which no doubt my readers will find no difficulty in singing for themselves. Aut nellekangitsok, That blood, that inestimable, Pirsaunekangarpok, Hath a very great power; Kuttingub attausingut, A single drop, Innuit nunametut, The men that are upon earth, Annau-sinna-kullugit That it has power to redeem them Kringarsairsub karnanit. From the cruel hater’s jaws. Another, which was an exhortation to all men to come to Jesus, began thus: “Krikiektorsimarsok Jesuse innulerkipok.” The services ended, I went with Mr. Anthon to the parsonage, and passed the greater part of the day with his agreeable family. The pastor himself has devoted much attention to gathering the traditions and legends of the people, and in his recital of them I found much entertainment. CHAPTER XIII. A GREENLAND PARLIAMENT.