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has surrendered to General Grant, which virtually ends the war.

. . Staid all night at Bro. W. Church’s; rose early and had a quiet time reading and praying in secret. About nine o’clock I went on to see the Indians. Mrs. Church expressed a desire to go with me, so I drove her out to the Forks of the Avon. We had a pleasant visit. I read several chapters; the story of the crucifixion in Matthew. They were attentive. I prayed and sang. Mrs. Brooks appeared pleasant. I remember very well when she used to seem frightened as though a bear were prowling around.

Sept. 25th, 1867. (Charlottetown) I went to Rosebank, pray- ing that I might have some success, and expecting some opposition. Just before arriving at the encampment I turned into the woods and spent a little time in prayer. I walked up to the first Wigwam, found the man outside pounding splits. He seemed friendly; conversed freely; when his wife came out and invited me in. I entered, and soon produced my book and read Genesis 1-2-3. After conversing a while I bid them good-bye, and walked on. Stopped to converse a little with Peter Mitchell, who was building a canoe. He was short and crusty; I walked on, and found a good-looking fellow out- doors at his work. I sat down on the shavings and entered into conversation with him. " Old Jim” Mitchell soon made his appear- ance, and pretty soon, in a loud excited voice enquired what the Lord required 01: us; but he gave me but little chance to answer his ques- tion. I said " I’ll read you the question and the answer,” so Iturned to John VI., 28—29, and read. I continued reading until be inter- rupted me; and soon Peter made his appearance, and a woman who chimed in with “ Old Jim.” Peter seemed quite zealous, ordered me to decamp, flourished his crooked knife at me, and talked big. I quietly kept my reclining posture, telling him that I should attend to my business, and he must attend to his, that he was under no obli— gation to hear me, and might go away if he chose. . . . I felt a little thrill of holy delight at this little specimen of persecution, it seemed to draw me nearer to the Apostles, and to our blessed Lord. Met an intelligent Indian at the market-house from Malpec with whom I conversed for some time.

During his visit to Cavendish on October 27th, 1864, he spoke