dark depths. A poor, tired out horse had to be killed. What was not eaten for supper and breakfast, was dried over a fire and packed on another poor famished horse which himself seemed appointed to the same igominious end in a very short time, and struggled on. Just as the last of the "dried horse" was eaten the party reached an Indian village on the Clackamas River, where they obtained a supply of salmon. Haggard and starved, their horses hardly able to walk, here they rested for a day and then moved on, and on Monday, September 17th, fourteen days from the time they had left The Dalles, they reached the mission station, the only haven of rest for the weary and way-worn, save Vancouver, west of the Cascade Mountains.

Nine days were spent in rest and recuperation, when, on September 27th, with fourteen head of cattle, they started for The Dalles. A good Indian guide and two white men were engaged on the return trip, and, without much difficulty they reached The Dalles on the 5th of October.

In stating the incidents and developing the philosophy of history it is worth while to take note of their beginnings. While the chief object of the establishment of the Oregon mission was the salvation of the Indians, it early began to be apparent that God had other and broader views than man

had, and that He was trending incidents towards their accomplishment. He had led the missionaries to "set up a tabernacle in the wilderness" to which they hoped to lead the few thousands of Indians. that were gasping out the last breaths of their life in the shadowing sorrows of doom. He intended that that Tabernacle should become a Temple to which he would lead the crowning race of human kind for sanctuary. When, therefore, the first Anglo-Saxon bowed at its altar and laid thereon the sacrifice of his heart of fire, an era was marked on the page of Providence which we do well to note.

As 1836 was passing into its last days there were many cheering evidences that the work of the missionaries was "not in vain in the Lord." On about the 1st day of January, 1837, Mr. Webley Hauxhurst, a native of Long Island, N. Y., who had been strangely led so many thousand miles from his birth place into the most unknown regions of America, came to the mission house, where he was welcomed, as were all comers, to its hospitality. It was the evening of the class meeting. He was invited to be present. His attention was arrested by the seriousness of the Indian children at family prayers. In a letter dated January 13, 1837, he expresses his feeling and convictions as follows:

"I am thankful that my business led me week

before last to your house.

I learned more in that

When I saw the Inworshiping God, I

week than in 31 years before. dian children praying and thought it was high time for me, who had lived thirty-one years in sin, without once praying for my own soul, and being in your class meeting and hearing you ask questions and telling your feelings, what could I answer? I felt like a person lost forever!" Mr. Daniel Lee says: "He was indeed truly alive to his danger. We pointed him to Jesus, to whom he looked, and ere long found peace to his troubled soul.. Great was our joy over this event. "We thanked God and took courage.'

Mr. Hauxhurst lived a Christian life until the 16th day of July, 1837, when, as we have stated in a previous chapter, he sought Christian baptism, united with the Methodist Episcopal Church; being the first white man converted and received into the church on the Pacific Coast. He lived near where Salem now is. For many years he was a trustee of the "Oregon Institute," and afterwards of the "Willamette University." He lived a Godly life, and only a few years ago, when he had numbered fifty years as a member of the Methodist Episcopal Church in Oregon, he went home to the skies, the "first fruit" from among the whites of the Oregon harvest.

These are only incidents, many parallels of which might be selected as occurring during all the deIcade that followed the establishment of the first

mission in 1834, and were a very indispensable part of the work of the men who were the true builders of the now beautiful Christian civilization of the Northwest Coast.

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MR. LEE IN THE EAST.

"The harvest truly is plenteous but the laborers are few. Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest that he will send forth laborers into his harvest."—Jesus.

T the close of chapter eight we left Mr. Lee

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in his room at the Shawnee Mission with his heart bowed and broken by the intelligence that had just come to him, that the beloved wife whom he had left among the pagans of Oregon only a few short months before was sleeping in death on the banks of the far Willamette. Though the one he loved only less than he loved his God had thus been taken from him his duty and his mission remained to him. With men whose lives are dominated by a faith such as his with every burden borne and every trial endured there comes strength for heavier burdens and faith that can endure greater trials. It was so with him. With imperial courage he rose from his knees where he had long wrestled with God for present grace and future guidance, purified, exalted, strengthened to go on in his work. He did not turn backward, but "steadily set his face" forward. Paul never more truly said of himself "None of these things