SASKATCHEWAN: THE CATHEDRAL, PRINCE ALBERT.

lat. 49° and 55°, and between long. 105° and 117°. It is bounded on the south by the boundary line between British America and the United States, on the north by the Diocese of Athabasca, on the east by the Diocese of Rupert's Land, and on the west by the Rocky Mountains.* It is about 700 miles square, and comprises an area of nearly half a million of square miles. When the Bishopric was founded in 1874, this vast country was peopled by some 30,000 heathen Indians, a small number relatively to the extent of territory occupied, but larger than that of the Indian population in the other dioceses of the North-West put together. There were a few small settlements of white people; but there was not a single missionary in the Saskatchewan territory proper, though there was one on English River, in a remote corner of the diocese. "There were," as the Bishop has lately said, "no endowments, no missionaries, no churches; everything had to be begun as far as the Church of England is concerned."

These words are quoted from the Bishop's address at the first meeting of his Diocesan Synod on August 31st, last year, when he was able to report that he had sixteen clergymen on his list, of whom eight were C.M.S. men, six S.P.G., and two supported by private contributions. The eight of the C.M.S. were Archdeacon J. A. Mackay, the Revs. J. Hines, T. A. Clarke, S. Trivett, J. Settee, J. Sinclair, and D. Stranger, together with another, who was expecting to go out last autumn, but has been prevented by the illness of his wife. Another, however, one of this year's Islington men, the Rev. J. W. Tims, has started in his stead. Of the seven above named, Mr. Settee, Mr. Sinclair, and Mr. Stranger are Indians; and Mr. Mackay also is a native of the country.

Meanwhile, English immigrants are pouring into the Saskatchewan territory; the Canadian Pacific Railroad is being laid down at the rate of four miles a day; and the Fertile Belt, as a large part of the country is called, promises to become in a few years the home of a mighty people. To provide for their spiritual wants is not the work of the C.M.S.; but we may rejoice that other Societies are able in some degree to supply the need, and that the indefatigable Bishop has been enabled to do so much for the development of the Church of

Since the above was written, we find that the Provincial Synod has somewhat modified the boundaries.

England in the Diocese during the last seven years. But it is of the greatest importance that the Indians should be brought at least under Christian ministrations before the tide of immigration fills the land; and this Society may thank God for the part it is permitted to take in spreading the Gospel amongst them.

The first principal C.M.S. station as we leave the eastern boundary of the Diocese and move westward is PRINCE ALBERT, on the North Saskatchewan river, a little above the confluence of the two great branches. Here the Bishop resides, and here are located Archdeacon Mackay and the Rev. J. Settee. The latter venerable Indian brother-who writes, "Give my Christian love to the Committee, and tell them I am now an old man, having served the beloved Society now 52 years"-has charge of the Cree congregations at South Branch and Nepowewin, comprising together 344 baptized Native Christians, of whom 110 are communicants. The latter district, including Sturgeon Lake, has been dignified by the Bishop with the title of a rural deanery, and Mr. Settee is the first rural dean. Mr. Mackay acts as Secretary of the Society's Saskatchewan Mission, and is also Cree tutor in Emmanuel College, the training institution for the Diocese. This college, though quite in its infancy, has thirty students; twelve in the college classes, and the remainder in the collegiate school. Six students have been ordained since it was opened, and five others are employed as catechists and schoolmasters. The Society maintains four Indian students in the college, and that number have been sent out into mission work during the past year, one of them being the Rev. D. Stranger. Mr. Mackay is also engaged in linguistic work, both in Cree and Sioux. In the former tongue he has prepared a volume of family prayers, of which 4,000 copies have been printed by the S.P.C.K. for the use of Indian families.

At BATTLEFORD, higher up the north river, is stationed the Rev. T. A. Clarke. There are 230 Christian adherents connected with this post. A local newspaper, the Prince Albert Times and Saskatchewan Review, in its issue of December 27th

last, has the following account of the Indians of the neighbourhood:

Six Indian reserves have been located and surveyed in the neighbourhood. These are inhabited by the Cree and Stoney Indians, who are cultivating their farms extensively, and have made for themselves comfortable homes, through the liberality of the Dominion Government, which assists them largely in every way. As an instance of the progress they are making in farming pursuits, we may mention that one of them at Eagle Hills has raised this summer 630 bushels of grain, and about 200 bushels of potatoes. There are about 450 of the latter, and 800 Crees. Schools have been established on three of the aforesaid reserves, under the auspices of the Church Missionary Society of England. The native children exhibit a great aptitude for acquiring knowledge, and it is gratifying to see the wonderful progress they have made in the various subjects taught them. The Rev. T. A. Clarke superintends the schools, visits the reserves alternately on Sundays, and conducts an English service in Battleford every Sunday evening. He has been greatly encouraged in the work by the success which has attended his humble efforts to disseminate the glorious Gospel amongst the aboriginal tribes. Although a noble work has been achieved by the Church, yet the majority of the Indians are still heathen, and much still remains to be done.

In the still wild country north of Prince Albert and Battleford is the station of ASISIPPI, which owes its existence to the untiring labours of the Rev. John Hines. Mr. Hines was on a visit to this country during a large part of the year, and the newly-ordained Native clergyman, the Rev. D. Stranger, has been in charge. There are 159 Christian adherents, of whom 35 are communicants. (See GLEANER of Sept., 1881.)

Nearly 200 miles to the north-east of Prince Albert, as the crow flies, is STANLEY, on English River, which is almost at the point where the three dioceses of Rupert's Land, Saskatchewan, and Athabasca join. There are here, and at the out-stations of Pelican Lake and Lac la Ronge, 550 baptized Indian Christians, of whom 140 are communicants. The Rev. John Sinclair, a Cree Indian trained at Emmanuel College, is the pastor. In June last year the Bishop and Mr. Mackay visited this station, the journey thither, by boat, occupying a fortnight. At Stanley 75 converts were confirmed, and 19 at Pelican Narrows.

ARCHDEACON J. A. MACKAY,

HE Rev. J. A. Mackay, who has lately been appointed to the office of Archdeacon by the Bishop of Saskatchewan, is a native of Moosonee, and of mixed Scottish and Indian descent. In his younger days he was a pupil of Mr. Horden, now the Bishop of Moosonee, and was afterwards employed as a catechist at various missionary posts on the shores of Hudson's Bay. He was afterwards a schoolmaster at Red River, and in 1862 was ordained by Bishop Anderson of Rupert's Land. For many years he laboured at Stanley, on English River; but when the Bishop of Saskatchewan began to organise his new diocese, and founded Emmanuel College at Prince Albert, Mr. Mackay was moved thither in order that he might be the Cree-speaking tutor in that institution, where (as above mentioned) young natives are trained for missionary work. Prior to this, however, he paid his first and only visit to England, in the summer of 1876, when he laid before the C.M.S. Committee the plans which have

since led to a considerable extension of the Society's work in the Diocese of Saskatchewan.

Mr. Mackay has taken an active share in translational work. He helped Bishop Horden in his version of the Four Gospels and the Prayer Book in the Moose Cree dialect; and he has prepared in the Cree language a Manual of Family Prayers, a Hymn-book, a Catechism, First Books. for Children, a translation of Bishop. Oxenden's Pathway of Safety, &c.

BISHOP HORDEN'S CONFIRMATIONS.

n HE Bishop of Moosonee, who returned

to his Diocese last year, writes as follows:

On August 27th, after due examination, I confirmed forty-five young Indian men and women, and subsequently three others, the whole of whom had been carefully prepared by Mr. Vincent. Except two, whose knowledge did not satisfy me, these were all the persons of the Indian congregation of a suitable age for confirmation. Our Indian congregation there is composed of the entire Indian population, excepting such as are attached to the English congregation. The conduct of the candidates at the time of the service was marked with deep solemnity, and I could not but feel assured that the prayer at the imposition of hands was, in many cases, fully realised.

The remaining C.M.S. station is FORT MACLEOD, in the extreme south-west corner of the diocese, on a branch of the South Saskatchewan, almost at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, and more than 400 miles, as the crow flies, from Prince Albert. Near Fort Macleod is a large reserve for the Blood Indians, a branch of the great Blackfoot nation; and among them the Rev. Samuel Trivett is earnestly labouring. He has also visited the Crees at Cypress Hills, 150 miles to the east, and the Blackfeet proper on Bow River, nearly 100 miles to the north. It is for work among these latter that an additional missionary is now being sent out.

"I am not a Dog."

HE opposition of the Buddhists in Ceylon to the preaching of the Gospel is very bitter, and is being constantly stirred up by the influence of the American Agnostic, Colonel Olcott. This gentleman is most active in his antagonism to the Mission. He warned the priests in the Baddegama district that "Mr. Allcock (the missionary) was like a spider, and his village schools like a spider's web spread over the district to catch the little Buddhist boys and girls.' An ex-priest who had embraced Christianity he tried to persuade back into Buddhism. "I am not a dog," said the convert, "to return to my vomit." The Colonel offered to show him 145 falsehoods in the Bible. "If you could show me one," was the reply, "I would renounce it. Pray spare your pity. If you can believe there is no right, no wrong, no God, no judgment, no soul, no responsibility, no conscience, you need for yourself all the pity you possess, and more."

Then, on November 26th, I confirmed all the English-speaking young people, half-caste and Indian, between the ages of fifteen and twenty. There was not a single exception; and during the preparation for the rite, which extended over many weeks, scarcely one was ever absent from the class. They came, too, from many quarters-from Moose, Albany, New Post, Matawakumma, and East Main; all spoke English fluently; all could read their English Bibles; all were well acquainted with the Church Catechism; all appeared deeply impressed with the gravity of the step they were about to take. The number was seventeen.

Another would have been present, but he had already "come to the company of just men made perfect." He was a young Indian, Benjamin Sutherland by name, who received his education at our Mission School. When old enough he entered the service of the Hudson's Bay Company, and was sent into the interior, whence he returned to Moose last summer in feeble health, and when I first saw him he was confined to his bed. There I confirmed him; there, too, I administered to him the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper; and within a few days he passed away in peace, firmly believing that for him, individually, Christ had poured out His blood on Calvary.

Besides those confirmations, I held one at Albany on the last Sunday of the year, when I confirmed twenty-three candidates.

OVER THE WATER.

BY EVELYN R. GARRATT.
CHAPTER X.-"FOUND WANTING."

IFE and death, joy and sorrow, side by side they travel on
this earth, and sometimes mingle strangely.

The days that followed Ella Venning's accident, though so full of anxiety for Sasie, were also days of great happiness for her. Leith Lancaster had one day suddenly arrived at Inglesby, to his mother's surprise, and when asked the reason, he told her his appearance was owing to a letter of her own, in which she had happened to mention some good news about Sasie.

"I should have spoken long ago," said Leith, "had it not been that I knew Sasie and I disagreed on the subject of religion, and that she made no profession of being one of God's children; but when I received your letter telling me that she was altered, I felt I could not stay a day longer in suspense. Anything is better than suspense."

"I have had my suspicions for some time," said Mrs. Lancaster, "and may God bless you, dear boy."

So the dreaded time had actually come! But it was not quite such a blow to Mrs. Lancaster now as it would have been had it happened before the Missionary Meeting.

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For," she thought to herself, "now that Leith is going to be married of course he will settle in England.”

Leith had always been a favourite with Mr. Ogilvie, and it had been a secret wish of the latter that the two should marry; still he made several objections on the score of age, &c., when Leith with an anxious face urged his suit. Sasie was far too young to think of marrying: better wait another year or so, and if then Leith liked to speak to her, well, he would not stand in the way. It was better not to put any such notions into the child's head as yet. Let him keep his own counsel and wait patiently for a little time.

The fact was, that Mr. Ogilvie was not going to let Leith have his bright little daughter too easily, though there was no other man he knew to whom he would so willingly part with her. But the idea of losing his child was not a pleasant one, and he made it evident to Leith that parting with Sasie was to lose a good deal of joy out of his life and home. However, at last he gave his consent to Leith to speak to Sasie, and the former left his study with a pale, anxious face in search of her.

Meanwhile Mrs. Lancaster, feeling in too restless a state of mind to wait patiently at home for her son's return, put on her bonnet, and started off to inquire after Ella Venning.

The maidservant had had injunctions to ask Mrs. Lancaster in should she call, so she was shown into the drawing-room, which, though a small fire was burning, looked cold and gloomy on this winter afternoon. Mrs. Lancaster sat waiting for some little time; the unnatural quiet of the house felt almost oppressive, and it was a relief when at last the door opened, and Mrs. Venning entered.

"It is good of you to come," she said, holding out her hand; and then as their eyes met, her lips trembled, and she added, "I felt I should like to see you."

"How is Ella ?"

"I mean that if she lives, my pretty girl will be a cripple for life." There was such a ring of pain in Mrs. Venning's voice that might have touched the hardest heart. She had taken a chair by the fire and sat looking at the coals with a sad drawn face, and her fingers nervously interlacing one another. "But," said Mrs. Venning, after a pause, turning her eyes upon Mrs. Lancaster with so dreary an expression in them that her heart ached, "that is not all the burden I have to bear; it is the sense of failure on my part. I feel that I have neglected the most important part of the work God has given me. I have failed as a mother." It was a comfort to Mrs. Venning to unburden her heart to this tender, sympathising woman, whom she felt instinctively would not judge her harshly. She never remembered hearing Mrs. Lancaster pass a sweeping censure on any one, and when she herself had often severely condemne

some poor sinner, entirely forgetting the injunction, "Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual restore such an one in the spirit of meekness; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted," how often had Mrs. Iancaster put in some tender word of pity and compassion, reminding her of the love of which at such times she felt conscious of lacking, the love that covereth all sins. Mrs. Venning felt that she could trust Nona Lancaster.

"I can't tell you what these days have been to me," she continued; "the thought of my poor Ella dying in the state she is has been almost unbearable, and it has added to my grief to find how little I have won her love or gained her confidence. I see what it is now. I have never taken the trouble to sympathise with the girls in anything that has interested them, and yet have thought hardly of them for not sympathising with me. I have expected from them what I had no right to expect. How could they work, poor children, when they have not learnt to love? I have never put the bright and happy side of religion before them, and consequently they have been repelled instead of attracted. Mrs. Lancaster, it is a terrible thing to learn from your child's own lips that you have utterly failed, and have helped to drive her away from Heaven." "But- ""

Ab, no, there is no excuse for me, I am only telling you the truth. I have sickened them of religion by constantly talking of my work and my doings, instead of pointing them to the Lord Jesus Himself and His beauty. If only they had learnt to love Him first, they would soon have begun to follow His example, 'Who went about doing good,' and work would have become beautiful in their eyes from very love of Him, and, because it was His work, not mere parish work. My poor children!" Mrs. Venning did not unload her heart in vain. She found Mrs. Lancaster even more sympathising than she had expected, and was comforted by her. May God bless you for your kindness," she said, as she shook hands with her at parting; and then when the door was closed she knelt down and prayed earnestly for forgiveness for the past, and for strength to do her duties more faithfully in the future.

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It had been rather a trying time for Nona Lancaster. True sympathy is by no means a costless gift; as a rule it takes a good deal out of the one who gives it. Mrs. Lancaster, while listening to the sad story, had mentally put herself into Mrs. Venning's place, and had suffered accordingly. Leith and his affairs had for the time been put in the background, and it was only on leaving the doctor's house that she remembered that she must prepare for quite a different scene, and be ready probably to obey the command "Rejoice with them that do rejoice." Many find it considerably easier to sympathise with those that are in sorrow than those in joy. Perhaps the reason is that the world being so full of sin and suffering our hearts are more tuned to sorrow than to joy.

But notwithstanding the sorrow that Nona Lancaster had tasted during her life, she knew well how to rejoice in the gladness of others. The lesson had been hard to learn, but she had set her heart and mind towards learning it, and had succeeded in doing so better than most people; but to-day, after leaving Mrs. Venning's house, she felt utterly unprepared to rejoice, and so decided to delay the moment when she would be called upon to do so by taking a longer way home.

It was not an inviting afternoon for a walk: nature looked grey and desolate, too much in tune with Mrs. Lancaster's own sad heart to be of any comfort to her. Life looked lonely in prospect as she recollected that from that day she would no longer be Leith's first thought.

"It will be different," she kept saying to herself, as she looked back at the past and forward into the future. "Everything will be changed now." Suddenly words which have comforted many a one who feels tossed to and fro by the manifold "changes of the world came into her mind, and, like a sunbeam in a dark, cold room, brought warmth and hope into her sad heart.

"Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever."

The words brought rest with them, and comforted her. Nona had reached the garden-gate by this time, and as she opened it she heard eager footsteps behind her, and in a minute Leith's arm was round her waist. "Little mother," he said, "here is another child for you."

LADY PREACHERS AT A HINDU FESTIVAL.

ANGRA is a town in North India, at the foot of the Himalaya Mountains. There was a picture of the famous castle there, on its impregnable rock, in the GLEANER of January, 1875. It is a C.M.S. station, and is superintended by a lady, Mrs. Reuther, widow of the former missionary there. She sends a most interesting account of the effort made by herself and her daughters to preach the Gospel to the crowds of pilgrims attending a celebrated mela (festival) held yearly at Kangra :

The great autumn mela in honour of the goddess Parbatti was held here in October for ten days. Whilst Mr. Matthews, accompanied by a retired catechist, preached in the bazaar, my daughters and myself, with Sarah, the schoolmistress, went out every morning and afternoon to sing and speak to as many women as we could get to listen. As we do not possess a portable harmonium, we brought out the church harmonium, and took our stand not far from the city gate, through which most of the pilgrims pass on their way to and from the golden temple. The music soon attracted large crowds. We had intended to gather women only around us, but found it impossible, as the men who escorted them evidently were averse to letting them go out of their sight. Twothirds at least of the crowds were men, who behaved so respectfully and listened so quietly and attentively that we could not object to their presence. The women listened, but said very little, whilst many men professed to believe in Christ in their hearts, and said they had no faith in their gods and goddesses; that they came to the mela ouly to escort the women, who were bent upon making the pilgrimage. We alternately sang and spoke to the people. After each hymn one of us addressed them and told them the Gospel story in a few simple sentences, such as they could easily understand and remember. Thousands of pilgrims from all parts of the Panjab, from Agra, Lucknow, Allahabad, and Benares, attended the mela, but comparatively few could hear the Gospel. What were the voices of two preachers, one of them a feeble old man, and of four women, among such immense crowds of pilgrims ?

A SUBSCRIBING CRIPPLE.

[Have our readers ever seen anything so touching as the following account of a C.M.S. subscriber now living in a Gloucestershire village? Truly he "hath done what he could."]

M is the son of a farm labourer, and was himself a labourer when he fell at the age of 19 from a loft on to a ploughshare. He received an injury which eventually deprived him entirely of the use of his legs. He is now 30 years of age and has been 11 years pro-trate. For the first six years he was able to use his hands and arms, and although flat on his back, was able to work in many different ways. For instance, he learnt to crochet, and made cuffs, neckties, &c. He learnt to make Macramé lace, and did several pieces beautifully. He made himself a patchwork quilt, with texts printed in marking ink all over it. He a'so tried illuminating, and made frames of varnished cork. In fact he was never idle, always happy and busy; reading and writing as a relaxation. Then he had a most dreadful illness, incessant sickness, which after many weeks brought him to a state of complete insensibi ity, and he lay for sixteen weeks utterly unconscious, and perfectly helpless; all the nourishment he took was at first a little champagne, milk, and at last nothing but cold water. He was watched anxiou-ly all these long weeks, and at last he seemed to suddenly wake up; he spoke in a whisper, and in a few more weeks was much the same as he had been before the attack, with one sad exception-he has entirely lost all power in hands and arms. He now can only move his head, and that in the very slightest degree from side to side; he never can lift it. His voice has returned now, and his intelligence is unimpaired. He turns over the leaves of his book when reading with a light cane which he holds in his mouth, and he was seized about twelve months ago with the idea that if he had a pencil and a paper fixed on his reading-desk he might write! He tried and did it, and from that he has gone on trying till he now paints, neatly and tastefully on cardboard, texts and mottoes. These he sells, and with the money he earns thereby he helps to support himself and his widowed mother, aged 79. They are a most delightful pair, so bright, happy, and full of sympathy with all, whether it is in sorrow or joy.

S-M- became a subscriber again to the C.M.S. when he found

he could earn any money. He had always subscribed, but was obliged to give up when his illness and the loss of power in hands took away all his means of earning. S - M- suffers at times from terrible pain in his head and back, so that he can only paint occasionally.

He has been a comfort and help to so many in this parish; his words of true sympathy would be sorely missed were he taken from us, as his is such a real Christian life and influence. C.

THE RUNNER.

BY MRS. CLARK, of Umritsur.

HEY tell in Persian story of a runner swift and sure,
Whom from his steady onward course no pageant could allure.
The runner he was bidden to bear a cup of gold,
Brimful of spark ing water, from hidden spring and cold.

In haste to distant man-ion, nor ever rest or stop,
Lest of the grateful water he should lose a single drop.
Saw'st thou the kingly retinue, in all its proud array?
Didst mark the royal elephants in crimson howdahs gay?
What of the kingly retinue? What of the royal state?
I saw them not, nor tarried, for the runner might not wait.
Didst hear the silver trumpets and merry holiday?
Didst join the merry multitude that crossed thy weary way?
What of the merry multitude that thronged my weary road?
I heard them not; thou badest me unswerving bear my load.

O Christian! thou who here shouldst bear salvation's cup of gold,

Yet oft art weary, now to thee the runner's tale is told.
Why heed the world's gay pageant, and all its empty show?
Why let thy footsteps tarry, oft so wearily and slow ?
Why let Life's precious water-drop be wasted by the way?
Why lose its cooling freshness, through thy perilous delay?
O Christian! many are athirst, and many sorely need;
Run steadily and surely, and God thine errand speed!

THE OLD GREEN MISSIONARY BOX. FEW years ago, during a very happy period of my life spent in a small Wiltshire village, I read in the GLEANER a suggestion that a missionary box should be placed in the vi-itor's bedroom, in order that the visitor might be able to place therein a thank-offering to God for travelling mercies. Now visitors to our home were few and far between, therefore the suggestion in itself was of no value to me, yet it made me think. It was of no use whatever placing a box in the visitor's room, but I resolved to place one in the reception room where the poor of the village held audience with their good pastor. It was one of the little green collecting boxes that was placed there. I had it till very lately, when it succumbed from hard work, and on it was pasted a slip of white paper with the words "REMEMBER THE HEATHEN." That little box often had a penny or a hal penny, yea, even a farthing dropped into it. There were very few rich people in the village, for most of the inhabitants were only agricultural labourers, so that those who placed money in that little green box must have been persons to whom every penny was a consideration.

Years have passed away since those happy days when I worked for the C.M.S. in that quiet village, and many changes have taken place there. Some of those who helped me have gone to a brighter and a better land, while others, like myself, have left the village and are settled in other counties. And I assure you, reader, that the best thing of all to remind me of my pleasant work there is the sight of an exact prototype of The W. H. SWIFT. Old Green Missionary Box.

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A Child's Contribution Fifty-six Years Old. the remittance last year to the Society from Godstone there was a very interesting item of 6s. 3d. The late Archdeacon C. J. Hoare, who was Vicar of Godstone, and through a long life a staunch friend of the Society, had a little boy named Henry Martyn Hoare, who died in 1826 in his seventh year. He was a child of great promise, and of remarkable piety. Lately, in turning out some old stores at Godstone Vicarage, the lit le boy's purse was found, containing six shillings and threepence; and this sum has been appropriated to the cause in which his father was so deeply interested.

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cities in India and China and Japan with a population exceeding in number all the Red Indians in British North America from the Atlantic to the Pacific, with the Eskimo of the Arctic Sea thrown in. Yet for more than sixty years the Church Missionary Society has devoted much money and many men to their evangelisation. The unmistakable leadings of God's Providence led a Society "for Africa and the East" into the Farthest West; and not one of the Society's Missions has received more unmistakable signs and seals of the Divine approval. In the Diocese of Moosonee, where the Indians and Eskimo number between 5,000 and 6,000, nearly all have now embraced the Gospel. In the Diocese of Rupert's Land, with about the same number, or more, the larger half are Christians. In the Diocese of Athabasca, out of perhaps 9,000, more than a third are Protestant Christian, an equal number being Roman Catholic. In the Diocese of Saskatchewan, the Indians are more numerous: the Bishop thinks nearly 30,000; and comparatively few of these are yet brought in, but missionary work is extending among them, and by God's blessing we shall soon see the Gospel spreading among the Plain Crees and the Blackfeet, as it has done among the Swampy Crees and Ojibbeways of Moosonee and Rupert's Land and the Chipewyans and Tukudh of Athabasca.

There are also the Indians of British Columbia, the Tsimsheans, Kitiksheans, Hydahs, Kwa-gutl, &c., &c. Probably there are 30,000 of these in the three Dioceses of British Columbia, New Westminster, and Caledonia. In Caledonia the C.M.S. is also at work.

In this present number of the GLEANER we give some pictures illustrative of the work in the Saskatchewan Diocese, and a short account of what is being done there.

DIOCESE OF SASKATCHEWAN