The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1876-02-24

great love they bore for the Master they
had sought home in the wilds of Amer.
lea. The joyous tones of the last halle
lujah had not quite died away, when a
young Indian warrior stood in the door
way. His head was decorated with gaudy
feathers, his wrists and ankles with bright
colored beads and shell strung together
in his hand he carried bow, and on his
shoulders quiver of arrows, while a
dangerous looking tomahawk ornameuted
his girdle. All saw him and feared a foe
in the young brave whom, from certain
familiar marks, they recognized as be-
longing to the warlike Santees-a race OF
Indians who had been often at variance
with the whites. None spoke or seemed
to see the Indian, except that the little
children crept instinctively near their
parents. Their pastor, the pious Mons.
Lejeau, who dwelt with them, and was
then leading their services, arose as the
last note of praise was waited away on
the evening air, and in voice expressive
of Christian courage and trust, said
"Let US pray" In earnest response to
the holy mans courage and devotion,
every knee was bent, and each head and
heart reverently bowed before Him of
whom they all felt, "He is my strength
and my. shield" Theproud savage alone
stood like pillow of stone, not muscle
of his face moved, but his keen, bright
eye evinced intelligence and interest.
Fervent and impassioned was that even
ing's supplication poured out at the foot
stool of mercy by the good minister. He
prayed frat for that little household and
others of, his beloved flock scattered
through those western wilds; that their
gracious Father who had brought them
safely with strong hand and mighty
arm across the stormy ocean from the
beautiful homes of their lovely France,
would continue to defend and protect
them in that strange land, and cause
them to grow and to flourish "like tree
planted by the rivers of water" He
then, his heart glowing with apostolic
zeal and holy love, and his voice made
eloquent by tender compassion, prayed
for the red brothers among whom they
had come to dwell, that he and his peo-
pie might be the honored instruments of
their conversion; and especially he prayed
for the young brave who had, he hoped,
been sent by infinite love at that sacred
hour to their homo.
The prayer ended, the benediction pro-
nounced and the heartfelt amen repeated
by each one, the suppliants arose; and
the gentle pastor, his countenance BEAM
ing with purest, holiest charity, ap-
preached the young warrior, and frankly
extending his hand, said: "Our red
brother is welcome. Draw near the fire,
for the night air of the Indian summer
is chill, and the light and warmth of the
pine blaze is cheering and comfortable. "
The chieftain, with graceful but proud
motion, accepted the proffered hospitati-
ty. The Huguenots had in their inter-
course with the Indians acquired con-
siderable knowledge of their language
and habits, and as soon as our friends
felt convinced that their visitor had no
hostile intentions towards them, they
quietly resumed their gentle, easy and
homelike mien. The lad, Gabriel, with
a boys interest and curiosity, soon found
a seat at the young braves side, e1amin-
ing with frank delight his bow and ar
rows, his tomahawk and the gaudy feath-
ers and shells which adorned his person.
The Indian, on his part, seemed, as much
as his social nonexpressiye nature would
admit, equally curious and pleased, ex-
amining,.-t flute and. guitar, whose
melodious strains had drawn him to the
Huguenot homestead. Upon pastor Le-
jeau he would cast furtive glances, evil
IDENTIFY regarding him with reverence and
awe. When bedtime had come, Madame,
with easy French grace and politeness,
offered to show him a chamber, but he
pointed to some bear skins and the fire,
and expressed his desire to lie there for
the. night. Then. approaching. the. good
pastor, and standing before him with
grave and solemn dignity, said: "No'sa
(father) bid Yohewah bless me-"
"The God of Heaven bless you, make
his face to shine upon you, and grant you
his salvation, my SON." said the minister,
deeply touched.
And thus they bads "good night" the
warrior to seek upon his bear skins the
Indians wakeful slumber, and the Chris
tiau pastor to wrestle with the angel for
the poor child of the forest, who knew
not the value of the blessing he craved.
The next day, the next and several
days after found Sken Ken in the
Huguenots' home, questioning Mons.
Lejeau Of the Great Spirit whom the
white man worshipped, and listening
with eager interest as the good minister
told him of the creation, of mans happi-
ness in Eden, of his sin and fall, his
ruined and lost condition, and of Gods
unutterable love and pity displayed in
the wonderful plan of redemption
redemption contrived in the Courts oi
Heaven and achieved on Calvary's Hill
When Sken Ken heard how Jesus, the
Holy One and the Just, had been reviled
condemned and cruci6ed by those very