This new and interesting field has opened more and more largely during the past year, as additional colonists have come to our shores.  Despite the financial embarrassment of our treasury, we rejoice that we have been able to assist these brave and patriotic Christian people in establishing themselves in this mountain region of the South.  We believe the opportunity of assistful co-operation with them is one that God has opened to us.  We have every confidence that the descendants of Pilgrims and Puritans will rejoice in the privilege of assisting those in whose hearts there is the same passionate desire for religious freedom, and who are the children of equally heroic stock.

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NOTES FROM THE MOUNTAINS.

BY MISSIONARY WALTON.

In one of my visits to a neglected home I found a little orphan boy of ten years whom I invited to our mission Sunday-school, and he seemed pleased to know he had a friend.  I had told them, during my visits, of our little Sunday-school, and as I was leaving I gave him a little Sunday-school card with a beautiful verse of scripture and asked him if he could read, whereupon, he answered, “No;” then I asked his foster-mother if she would teach him the text—­she promised, as by this time she too was getting interested.  I left them seemingly glad for the little time I had spent with them in their home.

Some time after this I was going down town, moving briskly along, when a small boy came plump up against me, saying, “Hello, mister! don’t you know me?  You’re the Sunday-school man which was to our house.  I know you.”  “O yes, I know you now,” and I said, “tell me about yourself.”  “I have been to Sunday-school four Sundays, and have a nice teacher, and enjoy going very much; we are in a little class and have lesson-picture papers, and I like it so much I want to go every Sunday and all the time.  I know a boy who does not go to Sunday-school, and he has promised to go with me next Sunday.”

Saturday evening, June 2d, it was my privilege to meet with the Mossy Grove Christian Endeavor Society.  About forty-five young people were present and took a hearty part in the meeting—­quite a number joined in prayer during the twenty minutes’ prayer service.  This service was all the more interesting because a work of our planting, and from a very small beginning has grown and is full of Christian earnestness.

This was the home of the “unfortunate man” I had found as I went through the mountains.  It was my privilege to look into that man’s face and note the change that had come to him.  In the Sunday-school I was teacher of his class.  He seemed interested in the lesson and showed evidence of being a changed man.  As I preached of the “sprinkled blood” he somehow appreciated all the more how he had been rescued.  In the house-to-house work among this people I found many encouraging results and think our work there will develop until we have a church organization.