Lastly—­we are living in eventful times.  One hundred years ago the people who spoke the English tongue were less numerous than some of the Latin races of Europe.  To-day one hundred and fifty millions of people speak the English language.  When we remember how God made the Greek tongue the language of the world to prepare for the first preaching of the Gospel of His Son, may we not believe he designs to use our English tongue to prepare for the second coming of our Lord?

Brethren, we hear a great deal about Indian problems, Negro problems, and problems which hinder all work for God and man.  When General Sherman and other officers of the army were sent out to investigate that awful massacre in Colorado, they wrote in their report:  “The Indian problem, like all other human problems, can be solved by one sentence in an old book—­’Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.’”

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LETTER FROM MISS COLLINS.

I went to Oahe to take two girls to school, and was gone eleven days.  I travelled nearly three hundred miles, driving my ponies myself, and last Sabbath held the services for Spotted Bear in the morning, as Mr. Riggs was absent; taught a class in the afternoon, and returned to Cheyenne agency on Monday, to find that the Indian man who went with me had returned home.  I visited the Government school there, and witnessed Major McChesney issue the annuities to the Indians; found a party of Indians coming this way as far as the Itazipco camp on the Moreau; came with them so far—­about forty-five miles from here—­and from there Bessie, Jumbo (my ponies) and I came on alone.  I drove the forty-five miles in one day, arriving here at dark.

At Cheyenne a number of fine-looking, well-dressed young Indian men came up to me and addressed me in English.  I did not recognize some of them, and they told me they went to school to me in ’75, ’76 and ’77.  I remember them as dirty little long-haired, blanket Indians.  It made my heart strong to take these manly young men by the hand and to hear them say, “You were my first teacher.”

One night, when I was coming home, we got into camp, and the Indian tent had on one side a man and his wife, his son and daughter, and his baby twins.  On the other side of the fire, another man, wife and child, four dogs, two puppies, and back of the fire a man and his wife and two young men and myself.  When supper was ready, the dogs were put outside, the children hushed, and the head man said, “Winona pray.”  They were all strangers to me but two of them, so you may know I was surprised.  I prayed, and when I finished, all said, “Ho, ho, ho,” that is, all the men.  I was again surprised at the universal consent or endorsement of the petition.  I had some rich experiences, many hardships new to me, but I sowed seed which I doubt not will spring up.  A half-breed Indian, Joe Hodgkiss, and his wife, were very kind to me.