Missionary Work Among the Ojebw

ch has been my experience for a long time past. If o

hat I should bear the glad tidings of the Gospel to distant lands. She was a Missionary in heart herself, a

my brothers had done. A wild free life away from the restraints of civilization was my idea of happiness, and af

p, and I entered upon my course as a theological student. That same summer I spent a month or six weeks on an Indian Reserve, and became, as people would say, infatuated with the Indians. For this and other reasons,

, and in December, 1867, was ordained deacon at the Chapel Royal, by

dians, under the auspices of the Church Missionary Society, the Rev. Henry Venn being then Hon. Secretary,

the older and more civilised dioceses of Canada, or whether we should find a home on the very outskirts of civilization, I knew not. My instructions from the Church Missionary Society Committee, were simply to go first to London, Ont., where the late Bishop of Huron (Dr. Cronyn) then lived, and from thence to travel arou

s of every size and shape, some looking like great sea monsters bobbing up and down on the water, others as if a large extent of Dover Cliff were floating past. Twenty-seven we counted at one time, and during the morning fully 150 mus

very nice, except that we had only one small towel between us and very little water. After leaving Montreal we had to go through a succession of locks which was slow work and made us feel the heat very much. On Wednesday it was a little cooler, and we were able to enjoy the most lovely scenery I had ever beheld, 'the thousand isles,'-that alone is quite worth

-house I started on my first Missionary tour, the object be