The Newtown bee., 1908-05-15

uSiius iHyoSii WHttncl VIC lHiSHo iiV be wrong; and as we each shared thu others suspicion, we determined t cut across and pick up the trail which we had dropped.
 I We'll, have told you of our six o'clock supper. We rested the mules for an hour, and on we begged. have sat out on these open stretches anc read ordinary book print at nine o'clock at night. But that was in late June. In early April dark gathers so that il is not difficult to get confused in trails after eight o'clock. Our mules were tired and we were weary. There was nothing anywhere which could serve as guide to either of us, for neither of us had passed that way before. l had been once to the school; but on my previous visit l had approached it from the oth- CT direction, by the thirty-fve mile drive from Valentine. We kept ask ing each other if it wasn't about time to arrive and before we got here we both were sure we ought to see the school lights. It was about nine, when we climbed onto crested butte look ing down across wide-stretching val
 ley and caught sight of light which was sure was at the Government school hard by our Mission Boarding school. It was like light ship on the sea. No need now of worrying over trails, only to keep our direction headed up into that light. and at 10 o'clock we were at St Mary's.
 Here 1 remained two days and nights, inspecting the work of the school, en- couraging the workers and getting ac- quainted again with the children. There are sixty Indian girls now at St Mary's. The principal is splen- did man, refined and of polished edu- cation whose home before he came in- to our mission school work had been ill New York City. His wife is from the suburbs of Boston. Strange conditions they are in compared with those of the eastern cities which they left behind. They are doing splendid work which will last from generation to generation in the lives of our Indian people ano they are much beloved for the good which they are doing.
 From the school I went for two days l to an Indian cabin, the home of one o1 our native Sioux Indian clergy, an( was with him two days. Indians do f,ot yet live as the average of people on the Newtown farms do. But they are do- ing the best they can and are gradual ly groping their way toward civiliza- tion. On Maundy Thursday and Good Friday l had services in the church among the Indian people. From many miles around they drove across the plains and camped near the church and the church was crowded at the serv- ices. All were red skins except five white teachers from St Mary's school. The service was in the Sioux language and my sermon was preached through an Indian interpreter.
 When left the Indian cabin where l had been entertained for two days, the squaw gave me beautiful piece of work which she had made, long buckskin pouch such as the Indian men use for their long-stemmed pipes and for their tobacco. It was wonderfully decorated with colored beads and DOT cupine quills in all sorts of fanciful and characteristic Indian designs. The woman's husband, who talks English fairly well, told me that it was given to me as present because I had vis- ited their home. He told me it was the | first time bishop had slept beneath their roof and they wanted to mark the occasion by the gift of beadwork. l felt that l had been honored in a very distinguished way. Indeed, I had been, according to the etiquette of an Indian cabin. s@
 Shortly after noon of Good Friday, with an Indian to drive me, made the trip 35 miles to Nebraska where l got a bed at a ''hotel'' until five o'clock, Saturday morning. Getting a train then, l travelled until nearly midnight in order to reach Sioux Falls for four services at the Cathedral on Easter Day.
 This that I have written down hastily, on the roac, is a suggestion of some of the experiences which come into the work of Missionary Bishop in this great West. It is no unusual story. Many day my duties take me on drive of more than 50 miles. AS l write, recall trip of last June. l was bound for White Horse Camp on the Moreau river on Cheyenne River Reservation. A big three days en- campment of some of our Christian h. dians was there and I was asked to come. A journey of twelve hours by rail from Sioux Falls where 1 live, took me to town called Gettysburls the nearest approach by rail to Chey- enne Reservation. l reached Gettys- burg at 3 in the morning and turned in for sleep until s. Then I went out 0n- to the street and looked up a restaur- ant. No one was ready for business. l walked through into the kitchen which, as is usual in western restaur- ant, served as sleeping room also, and found the proprietor just rubbing open his eyes. l told him wanted to fortify myself against a long drive; and he said wait till he got dressed and he would fix me out. So he presently got himself into shape and gave me a breakfast of "ham an'," which of course means ham and eggs; also some fried potatoes, slab of bread, a daub of butter which looked like vas cline and responded more readily to a spoon than to knife; also a cup of coffee, the kind which is popularly known hereabout as "Arbuckle's boot leg." Such breakfast under such