ride still before us, and a river to ford before dark, we were soon
again on our way. About sundown we came in sight of the memorial church.
It is situated on a little hill, and facing the Cheyenne River, and a
lovely, picturesque valley, rendered more attractive just now by the
numerous Indian tents scattered singly or in groups over the grass near
the river.

Just before our party reached the ford, two of our missionaries, Mrs.
Griffiths and Miss Dodge, were driving across, and the river being very
high, the horse stumbled into a hole, but some Indians watching them
from the bank went quickly to their assistance. They were soon taken
ashore in another conveyance, but not before getting thoroughly drenched
and gaining the admiration of the Indians for their courage. Reaching
the camping-ground tired and hungry, it was pleasant to find a large new
tent, made and erected by the Indian women, for the use of the white
women of our party. Mr. Riggs's larger one, near by, was used by the
men. The tents were all the round kind, used by Indians, with poles
projecting from the top, and an opening left for the smoke of our little
fire in the center, for the cool evenings made a fire very desirable.
The opening for a door is a little more than three feet high.

The wife of the native pastor, Mrs. Phelps, had an abundant and
appetizing supper ready for us. Our white ladies could but express their
admiration for the composure and quiet dignity with which this Indian
woman, who could not speak or understand English, entertertained, from
Saturday until Monday, about thirty-five white people and natives at her
table, and in a house of one room. She was a Martha we might emulate in
this, for though careful for the needs and comfort of all, even the
group of Indian women and children, whom she fed sitting on the floor in
one corner of the room, while her table was surrounded by her most