meal.

At night we sleep on the earth and under the sky, with but little
between us and either sky or earth. This is a new and somewhat larger
bedroom than I have been used to. But with no house within twenty miles
we are unmolested. What a place! I listen. "All the air a solemn
stillness holds." I look. "So lonesome it is that God himself scarce
seems to be there." But the clear air and quiet night soon lull me into
unbroken slumber. Thus we travel until we reach Park St. Church Station,
where we find our comfortable log house of one room ready to receive us.
Though we reach the house at eleven o'clock at night, a full half dozen
come to greet us, saying, "Catka, winyau waste luha, lila caute ma
waste." "Left Hand, (Mr. Cross) you have a good woman, so I am happy."
Sunday comes; at eleven o'clock we go to the neat little room, chapel
and schoolroom. Here fifty men and women with children of all ages,
listen with eagerness and attention to Mr. Cross as he tells them of the
wise men who came to seek Jesus. Some of the faces are dirty, and so is
much of the clothing. But all listen as if they perhaps might see this
same Jesus. This is Dakota, our field, our people to save.

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NEW CHURCH AT FORT YATES, NORTH DAKOTA.

REV. T.L. RIGGS.


On Sunday, the 8th, we took steps here in the organization of a new
church. By invitation, two of our Oahe Church, Solomon Bear Ear and
David Lee, were present from the Cheyenne River Agency, and it was