Then the delegates made each a report of the work done in their societies and how much money had been raised.  One woman from the Brown Earth Colony said:  “We are poor, but we are interested in the work and have done what we could.  Mr. Williamson taught me to read, and when I was young he taught many others to read.  Now I am nearly blind but still I have done what I could.”

Another said:  When the pastor’s wife was well she had helped them very much and had taught them many things, but now she was sick and could not attend many of their meetings, but they worked on and did the best they could.

Another said:  “The gospel was sent to us when we were in darkness, and now though we are few and scattered far apart, yet we are anxious to send the same gospel to those who have not yet heard of it, and to help those around us to love our Saviour and to love each other, and we give gladly of the little that we have.  It is not in our own strength that we do this, but it is in God who helps us.”

It was found that the women had raised this year over five hundred dollars.  This goes into the treasury of the Dakota Society to help to sustain four native preachers, who are also teachers, out among the wild Indians.  One of the services of the Sabbath, the great day of the feast, was to hear from those their own missionaries to the heathen.  At that meeting I counted five hundred and thirty Christian Indians, who also partook of the Sacrament of the Lord’s Supper.  To help their treasury the women had a Fair for the sale of articles of handiwork.  The most noted one was a quilt which had been made and sent in by Caroline To-tee-doo-ta-win (Scarlet House), of Brown Earth, now in her 97th year.  She was one of the first three converts who were organized into a church in 1834, at Lac-qui-parle, Minn.  Her husband had two wives, and she was the second.  Finding upon conversion that polygamy was contrary to the ordinance of God she at once proposed to be put away.  She had been a member of the Order of the Sacred Dance, but this she renounced, throwing away her “medicine sack,” which by the medicine men was regarded as a high crime.  This subjected her to divers persecutions, which she bore patiently.  There were times when all were forbidden to attend worship at the mission.  Then she took joyfully to the spoiling of her goods, the cutting up of her blanket, she received the Sabbath as God’s day, and more than once remained behind her company when they travelled on that day, making it up on Monday.  She learned from missionaries to spin and knit, and weave garments for herself and husband.  At forty-five years of age she learned to read her Dakota Bible, and of her children she sent one to Ohio to learn the ways of Christian white people.  She has adhered to the faith for these fifty-four years.  With her quilt she sent the message that it was the last one she could make.  It was bought by Miss N. Hunter, a teacher at the Yankton Agency, for four dollars,