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Edward Francis Wilson. Missionary Work Among the Ojebway Indians
Missionary Work Among the Ojebway Indians
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CHAP. INTRODUCTION. I. HOW IT CAME ABOUT THAT I WENT TO CANADA. II. FIRST MISSIONARY EXPERIENCES. III. OUR ARRIVAL AT SARNIA. IV. KETTLE POINT. V. INDIAN NAMES GIVEN. VI. CHRISTMAS ON THE RESERVE. VII. MISSION WORK AT SARNIA. VIII. THE BISHOP'S VISIT. IX. FIRST VISIT TO GARDEN RIVER. X. BAPTISM OF PAGAN INDIANS. XI. THE RED RIVER EXPEDITION. XII. CHANGES IN PROSPECT. XIII. ROUGHING IT. XIV. CHIEF LITTLE PINE. XV. OUR FIRST WINTER IN ALGOMA. XVI. CHIEF BUHKWUJJENENE'S MISSION. XVII. AN INDIAN CHIEF IN ENGLAND. XVIII. A TRIAL OF FAITH. XIX. LEARNING TO KNOW MY PEOPLE. XX. A WEDDING AND A DEATH. XXI. THE OPENING OF THE FIRST SHINGWAUK HOME. XXII. FIRE! FIRE! XXIII. AFTER THE FIRE. XXIV. PROSPECTS OF RE-BUILDING. XXV. LAYING THE FOUNDATION STONE. XXVI. A TRIP TO BATCHENWAUNING. XXVII. THE WINTER OF 1874–5. XXVIII. THE NEW SHINGWAUK HOME. XXIX. RUNAWAY BOYS. XXX. CHARLIE AND BEN. XXXI. A TRIP UP LAKE SUPERIOR. XXXII. COASTING AND CAMPING. XXXIII. UP THE NEEPIGON RIVER. XXXIV. THIRTY YEARS WAITING FOR A MISSIONARY. XXXV. THE PAGAN BOY—NINGWINNENA. XXXVI. BAPTIZED—BURIED. XXXVII. THE WAWANOSH HOME. XXXVIII. A SAD WINTER. XXXIX. WILLIAM SAHGUCHEWAY. XL. OUR INDIAN HOMES. XLI. A POW-WOW AT GARDEN RIVER. XLII. GLAD TIDINGS FROM NEEPIGON. PREFACE
MISSIONARY WORK AMONG THE
OJEBWAY INDIANS. INTRODUCTORY
CHAPTER I
HOW IT CAME ABOUT THAT I WENT TO CANADA
CHAPTER II
FIRST MISSIONARY EXPERIENCES
CHAPTER III
OUR ARRIVAL AT SARNIA
CHAPTER IV
KETTLE POINT
CHAPTER V
INDIAN NAMES GIVEN
CHAPTER VI
CHRISTMAS ON THE RESERVE
CHAPTER VII
MISSION WORK AT SARNIA
CHAPTER VIII
THE BISHOP'S VISIT
CHAPTER IX
FIRST VISIT TO GARDEN RIVER
CHAPTER X
BAPTISM OF PAGANS
CHAPTER XI
THE RED RIVER EXPEDITION
CHAPTER XII
CHANGES IN PROSPECT
CHAPTER XIII
ROUGHING IT
CHAPTER XIV
CHIEF LITTLE PINE
CHAPTER XV
OUR FIRST WINTER IN ALGOMA
CHAPTER XVI
CHIEF BUHKWUJJENENE'S MISSION
CHAPTER XVII
AN INDIAN CHIEF IN ENGLAND
"A RED INDIAN CHIEF'S VISIT TO ENGLAND."
CHAPTER XVIII
A TRIAL OF FAITH
CHAPTER XIX
LEARNING TO KNOW MY PEOPLE
CHAPTER XX
A WEDDING AND A DEATH
CHAPTER XXI
THE OPENING OF THE FIRST SHINGWAUK HOME
CHAPTER XXII
FIRE! FIRE!
CHAPTER XXIII
AFTER THE FIRE
CHAPTER XXIV
PROSPECTS OF RE-BUILDING
CHAPTER XXV
LAYING THE FOUNDATION STONE
CHAPTER XXVI
A TRIP TO BATCHEEWAUNING
CHAPTER XXVII
THE WINTER OF 1874–5
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE NEW SHINGWAUK HOME
CHAPTER XXIX
RUNAWAY BOYS
CHAPTER XXX
CHARLIE AND BEN
CHAPTER XXXI
A TRIP UP LAKE SUPERIOR
CHAPTER XXXII
COASTING AND CAMPING
CHAPTER XXXIII
UP THE NEEPIGON RIVER
CHAPTER XXXIV
THIRTY YEARS WAITING FOR A MISSIONARY
CHAPTER XXXV
THE PAGAN BOY—NINGWINNENA
CHAPTER XXXVI
BAPTIZED—BURIED
OSHKAHPUKEDA
CHAPTER XXXVII
THE WAWANOSH HOME
CHAPTER XXXVIII
A SAD WINTER
CHAPTER XXXIX
WILLIAM SAHGUCHEWAY
CHAPTER XL
OUR INDIAN HOMES
DO THESE INDIAN HOMES SEEM LIKELY TO PROVE A SUCCESS?
W. VAUGHAN."
S. REID."
H. P. PIM."
CHAPTER XLI
A POW-WOW AT GARDEN RIVER
CHAPTER XLII
GLAD TIDINGS FROM NEEPIGON
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Edward Francis Wilson
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I wanted to find old Widow Kwakegwah's house, which lay about two miles back through the bush in a south-easterly direction. Wagimah was with me and, leaving the river road, we plunged back at once into the bush without either path or track, and steered our way by my compass. Sometimes it lay through a thick growth of young saplings, which bent aside as we pushed our way through; sometimes over a mass of decaying logs and upheaved roots; sometimes through long grass and swamp up to our knees; occasionally we came to a fallen tree, which we had to clamber over or under. Once or twice we came upon a little log hut standing in the midst of a small clearing, sometimes empty with door bolted, at other times showing signs of occupation. Into one of these we entered; it was a tiny log shanty, with a patch of Indian corn and potatoes enclosed by a snake fence. We pushed open the door, a fire was burning on the hearth, and in a corner was a blanket enveloping something that might be human. I told Wagimah to touch it, he did so, and the bundle moved, part of the blanket wriggled back and a woman's face appeared. She said she was sick, and that no one had been to visit her. We staid and had a little conversation, and then as it was getting late, hurried on to Widow Kwakegwah's. The old woman, who had a very pleasant, honest-looking face, gave us quite a hearty reception. I got her to tell me the number of her children and grandchildren, and then taking up her Ojebway Testament read a few verses from St. John iii, and spoke a few words which Wagimah interpreted, after which we knelt for prayer. After this we visited Peter Gray, with his wife and family of eight children, they lived in a small log hut, and there was no glass in the windows. It was now five p.m. and we started on our two miles' trudge back to Antoine Rodds' house, where I had left my buggy, and then drove back to the town.
