safely through the lines and delivered it to General Burnside.

Let us build school-houses and churches, where their better cabins have
risen from the ashes of the past. Let us invade their coves and press up
their mountain sides with an army of Christian teachers and preachers,
until the gray old forests that echoed with the shout of these loyal
Highlanders shall again echo with the sound of church bell and school
bell, and they who took from us the larger sacrifice of war, shall find
that we are ready to share with them the blessed fruits of
peace.--_Secretary C.J. Ryder._

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There is, furthermore, a peaceful Christian invasion of this land. We
scarcely realize how much these gospel songs mean to those Southern
people, and how they listen with eagerness at once to the sweetness of
the tune and to the gospel that is within it. It is an entering wedge to
a new life there. A dear girl of my acquaintance taught from thirty to
fifty of these women; they listened eagerly, and the tears rolled down
their cheeks, and they said to her, "Oh, come and tell us more about
Jesus, for we want to be different kind of women, different kind of
mothers."

There was one girl who came out to one of our commencements and went
back with the arrow in her heart, saying, "I would give all the world if
I had it, if I could write a piece, and git up thar and read it like
them." She went home determined she would go to college. She was a large
girl, fifteen years old, yet did not know a single letter. She walked
fifty miles nearly, and came and said to the college president, that she
wanted to work for her board, so that she could enter the school. What