could she do? He found that really she was incapacitated for doing
anything; but she said; "I can hoe corn like a nigger." Finally she was
set at some sort of work, and that girl, after three or four years, went
out as a school teacher into a district where young men dared not go,
where her eyes were blistered with the sights she saw--men shot down
before her face and eyes by the whiskey distillers--and she was asked to
organize a Sunday-school there. When any one starts a Sunday-school he
is expected to preach, and so that girl had to become a preacher, and
to-day she is preaching the gospel of God and spreading the work there.
And yet she came from one of the very humblest classes.--_Rev. D.M.
Fisk._

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There is another influence of which I would speak, the influence of the
home. Here in our happy homes we know but very little of what that means
to the Indian. An Indian has no home, in our sense of the word. There is
at Santee Agency a piece of limestone, perhaps three feet wide by five
feet long, which was the hearthstone of our Dakota mission home. It was
taken a few years ago by my brother, from Minnesota, where it had served
the purpose of a hearthstone in one of the original buildings of the
mission. He took it to Santee Agency, and every time I go to Santee, I
go out and look at that stone. There is the hole in the stone into which
we poured milk to feed the cat, and on another corner is the place where
we used to crack nuts. That stands for our boyhood home. The Indian has
nothing of the kind. The Dakota Indian lives in a region, not in a
place. The Christian home coming into the midst of a village carries
there an ideal of which the Indian knows nothing, and he is taught by
the power of example day after day. The Christian woman in that home
keeps her house clean, keeps her children clean, and stands here as a