“I am only a Pansy, my home is in a little brown house.  I sleep in my little brown house all winter, and I am now going to open my eyes and look about. ’give me some rain sky, I want to look out of my window and see what is going on,’ I asked, so the sky gave me some water and I began to clime to the window, at last I got up there and open my eyes, oh what a wonderful world I seen when birds sang songs to me, and grasshoppers kissed me, and dance with me, and creakets smiled at me, and I had a pretty green dress. there was trees that grow over me and the wind faned me. the sun smiled at me, and little children smelled me. one bright morning me and the grasshoppers had a party he wood play with me and a naughty boy pick me up and tore me up and I died and that was the last of Pansy.”—­

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THE INDIANS.

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ONE DAY’S MISSIONARY WORK.

REV.  T.L.  RIGGS, OAHE, DAKOTA.

Early in the winter, I had a pleasant day of work regarding which I want to write you.  It was the day appointed for the observance of the Lord’s Supper at the out-station about ten miles from home, and as the river had not frozen over thoroughly, I thought it better to go down in the saddle rather than drive the cart.  This made it impossible for Mrs. Riggs to accompany me as she sometimes does.

I brought out my saddle camp-pouches (small square cases that strap to the horn of the saddle) and emptied them of their camp furniture, and in these were placed the bread and wine and also the service for the communion.  My pouches are so small that I could take but one glass and a little china pitcher for our service.  Usually I am able to take a china plate as well, but this time there was no room.

I went early in the day, and after some little difficulty the river was safely crossed, though my poor horse, not being shod, fell upon the ice more than once.  He was not hurt, however, and I followed the river shore down to the out-station which is on the west side of the river.

I found the people gathered, and we had a morning session of nearly two hours.  It was rather a preparatory service, and I talked familiarly with those present, individually as well as collectively.  There were three men and their wives who wished to be married.  Seven applied for admission to church membership, and there were also several infants to be baptized.

After dismissing the morning gathering, I arranged for communion service.  I had no plate, so I sent a boy to his home to get one.  He returned saying they had none, and I sent him to another house, from which he returned saying he could not get in.  Then I decided to use the best I had, which was the card-board back broken from a hymn book.  This I covered with a napkin and it answered very nicely.  I had not prepared for any applications for baptism and had to send for a bowl, instead of which a tin cup was brought just as we were ready to begin service.