All our students sympathize with the Indians, and there are two societies of the younger scholars who help them.  The outside sewing-bands too, devoted their very first quilt to the Rosebud Indian Mission.  “The field is the world” and “the work is one, one!”

Now, I ask you, friends, should not such work as this be amply sustained?  So much more could be accomplished if the funds and sympathy were not so stinted!  “The destruction of the poor is their poverty.”  We do not believe in giving money outright to pauperize these young people, but the money must be there or they can not be taken into the household, and trained and fitted to do valiant service for Christ, and the nation and the world.  There are manifold ways of helping, but I shall not mention one, for if any are moved to help—­as many are and have been—­it will be so easy to find out a way.

Mrs. Dinah Mulock Craik was prompted to write her last book—­in behalf of North of Ireland sufferers—­by hearing a rough carter in a London street, who had got down from his cart to help a timid child over a crowded crossing, and had been rallied upon his soft-heartedness, say, “O, aye! but a ‘andful o’ ‘elp is wuth a cartload o’ pity.”

As I have visited institutions rich in buildings, books, scholarships, professorships and every appliance, I have been very far from wishing their abundance less, but I have said in my heart, ought not this and similar missionary schools to be endowed also for their work of broad beneficence, reaching not only the far South of our own land, but to the heart of the great dark continent with its two hundred millions of perishing souls?

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THE SANTEE NORMAL TRAINING SCHOOL AND INDIAN MISSIONS.

BY MRS. CHAS. W. SHELTON.

Running Antelope, an Indian chief, describing the condition of the Indians, said:  “There was once a beautiful, clear lake of water, full of fish.  The fish were happy and content, had plenty to eat, and nothing to trouble them.  One day a man came and threw in a lump of mud, which frightened the fishes much and disturbed the water.  Another day a man came again, and threw in some more mud, and even again and again, until {20} the water became so thick that the fish could not see at all; they were so blinded and so frightened that they ran against one another, and they ran their noses out of the water into the mud, where many of them died.  In fact, they are in a bad condition, indeed.  Now, the pond is the Indian country, the fishes are the Indians, the false treaties and promises of the white men are the lumps of mud,” and, turning to the missionaries, he said:  “I hope you have come to clear up the water.”  A glance at the work of the A.M.A. among the Indians will show that the missionaries are clearing up the water.

We all have heard of the Santee Normal Training School for Indians, in Nebraska.  There is much in the name itself, and yet it is impossible to have a clear idea of the work done there unless one has seen for himself.