There is no inter-marriage amongst these peoples, and it would not be right to say that there is no jealousy between them. But they live amicably and happily, and unite in allegiance to Miss Carter and Miss Heintz.

I said it was one of the most hopeful missions in Alaska and that is due largely to its isolation. These people are not brought as much into contact with the dissolute white man as are the natives of the Yukon. And there is practically no whiskey here at all. Miss Carter says that with the exception of one or two occasions last summer when some small quantities were procured from men on the steamboats, as she thinks, there has been no whiskey amongst these natives since she has been here. Think what that means!

On the second Sunday after my arrival, after a week spent in preparation, I baptized eighteen Kobuks, thirteen of whom were adults, at their earnest request. I held off awhile, and insisted that each one should come to me personally, and I took pains that each one knew what he was doing and had some sort of conception of the responsibilities he was assuming. Miss Carter agrees

with me that it will require a long training before these people are really sufficiently grounded in faith and character. to proceed with edification to the Lord's Table.

Dr. Burke has been of great use and comfort all along the journey, and is tireless in his labors for these people. Yesterday he took the dogs and the sled and went down to Arctic City, the native village twelve miles below, to lance some great boils on a woman's face and neck that had kept her from sleep for three nights. The day before he was busy all the afternoon reducing a dreadful inguinal hernia in a child of less than a year old, the result of falling from its mother's back when at the hunting camp last spring. He hopes that the careful strapping up with adhesive plaster will bring about a cure by giving the abdominal muscles a chance to grow together; if not, the radical operation will have to be done later-for the child is too young yet. His own injured knee is still giving him great trouble, but Miss Carter has so baked and boiled and bound and banged it that it is much better and will wear off.

T'S all in a day's work" can be stretched pretty far to include a great diversity of happenings in the course of twenty-four hours, but we need some other phrase to describe at least some days in the life of the Bishop of Springfield. Indeed, the tale is so strange and romantic in parts that we had almost introduced it with a good, old-fashioned "Once upon a time."

On Monday, October 5th, Bishop Osborne writes in his journal: "The next eight days will be spent with Mr. Purce, the priest-missionary, in the south going over new work with him." Let us go with them in review at least. We shall need to wear old clothes, for we are going into roughish country, deep down into coal mines, and along very dusty roads.

October 5th. "We left St. Louis at 7:45 A.M. and soon reached Winkle. The whole place (consisting of a mine, a store, about forty houses, a miners'

hotel and a little Baptist church) belongs to Mr. Winkle. Except for one uniform row, the houses look as if they had been dropped from a balloon among the trees and in the tall grass. After visiting the mine and the school we got ready for the service. We were delighted to find a congregation of 120, fully fifty being men and boys from the mine. As the whole population of the camp is under 400, the congregation was grand. They all behaved beautifully and listened well."

October 6th. "At 6 A.M. we had a celebration of the Holy Communion in the house of an English miner, himself, his wife and her mother and the station agent receiving; the women with grateful tears, it being their first opportunity of Communion for four years.

"The hotel people, good Baptists, were very good to us, refusing all payment for beds or meals. The children were bright and the people cheerful, but I could not but be oppressed with the

dusty dreariness of the place. What must it be in the winter-seventeen miles from anywhere, 400 people out on the plains, and no amusement, nothing to do but mine coal and exist!

"We moved on to Tilden, a larger place of some 2,000 people, with three mines and some stores. Finding a place for service is a difficulty. Here there is only one hall. A Democratic rally had secured this 'if it should be wet.' If fine, they were to meet under the trees. About 6 P.M. rain threatened, and they claimed the hall. However, the Methodist minister lent us his church, coming himself with a friend and helping in the singing. Here I confirmed three daughters of an English miner. He was very grateful for their confirmation."

October 7th. "In the morning we found that no passenger trains could run because of a coal train wreck some miles north. After we had waited two hours, an engine with a freight caboose came up and conveyed us to Coulterville. The delay gave Mr. Purce time to take preliminary steps for establishing a reading room at the Miners' Hall, and me time to talk with several about Christ.

"About 2:30 P.M. the belated train took us on to Christopher, the junction for Ziegler. From thence we travelled in another caboose to the town itself. It was with great interest and pleasure that I waded through oceans of dust in the gratification of a long desire to see this well-known place. There is no other quite like it.

"The stockade surrounds the mine and the Gatling gun and searchlight are still in their places above the mine shaft where they were placed at the time of the strike. A guard comes forward to know our business, but the smiling and familiar face of Mr. Purce is a sufficient pass.

"There are but two Church families here. Calling on these and inquiring at the boarding-house we learn that there is no bed to be had anywhere, and the prospect is of a late night drive six miles through the dust to Christopher.

"Waiting for what might turn up, we went to the mine and were allowed within the stockade. Here Mr. Gordon, the courteous manager, showed us everything. We wandered through machine shops and great stores filled with all manner of supplies.

"But the pride of all was the wash house. I know of no other in southern Illinois. Here every miner has a locker for his clothes, hot and cold baths and showers, so that every man can go home to lodging or family fresh and clean. What must this mean to wife and children!

"When Mr. Gordon heard that we were bedless he, with wonderful kindness, took us to his own house, his wife and children receiving us as if we were old friends. They are not of the Church, but they came with us to our service.

"Of the service there is not much to tell. There is no church of any kind in Ziegler and very, very little interest in religion. A hall is to be built which may be used for services. Meanwhile, we use the schoolroom. It is a bright room and well lighted. A moving-picture show has been going on for the week, but was suspended for the night when it was known we were coming. There were only fourteen at service, of whom but two are of the Church."

October 8th. "Breakfast at 5:30. At 6 we were off on our drive of six miles to the station. Herrin, our first stop, is only about eleven years old, yet it has a population of over 10,000.

"Here Mr. Purce has established a Sunday night service in a small hall, where a young English miner reads the Evening Prayer with about fifteen present. There are a great many English miners here, several families being from Durham. All these are keen for the help of the Church and think they could put up a building if only a site could be had. Already the price of land is very high.

"We were allowed to use the Presbyterian meeting house, in which we had a congregation of fifty, fully half being miners, and almost every one present a

in looking over possible sites for a church, the question of the best locality being a difficult one even if we had money to build."

October 9th. "Having to wait until 10:40 for a train, I went to the High School and told the young people of schools in other lands-Burmah, India and Africa-to their apparent delight. There were but few boys present, for the mines call them to early labor.

lage, called Culpville. A little further east another similar camp. In these places there is no club, reading-room or recreation, nothing to relieve the loneliness and monotony of life of labor. We had a friendly reception from all, and many were glad to have talks with

us.

"I could not find the population of the three camps, but it was probably 1,200. No religious service has ever been held

except by Mr. Purce. We made some calls, and found in one house seven children, in another five, all unbaptized.

"In the schools were about eighty children; the mistress, who knew me, got the master to invite me to speak, and I went up in the afternoon for an hour. The children were glad to see us, and very friendly. One child has a Prayer Book, and on my asking her if she used it, I received a most prompt and decided answer: 'You betcher.'

"In the evening we had a crowded room, all wanting to hear. Many children came with women whose faces were hard with toil and care, yet listening with pathetic earnestness for words to help them in their life. About a third

were men.

"It was not until nine o'clock that we found ourselves at the siding waiting for our train, there being no sleeping places for us in the camp. At 9:30 the train came, and to our dismay sped by without stopping to take us up. Three and a half miles from bed and no way of getting there but by walking! It was a most perfect night, with a glorious moon, and, though the railway track was rough walking, we enjoyed it. At eleven we reached our destination safely, and were soon asleep."

October 10th. "We awoke refreshed and strong, and made an early start, going through Carbondale to Parker City. There we must wait four and a half hours. The population of the 'city' is about fifty. The only objects of interest are the trees, some chickens and a wife cutting her husband's hair on the doorstep. Somewhere off in the woods is a little Methodist chapel.

"After dinner, before going on, I had three hours to catch up with writing. It is not always easy to find time or place for this on such a trip, and often letters go astray. About 7 P.M. we reached Harrisburg.

"The town is bright and clean and prosperous, and people look well and happy. Those who are not miners minister to the miners' wants, so the whole

place may be said to live on coal. In the evening I went to visit the Men's Club."

October 11th. "Seventeenth Sunday after Trinity. This morning we have use of the Star Theatre, a moving-picture place. Here the good women hold a Sunday-school with about thirty children. They sing sweetly and are very pleased with some picture cards I brought. As they finish our congregation is coming in.

"It is a queer place, not over clean, and decorated with various signs and 'ads.' But no one noticed these things. There were about forty present and eight received the Holy Communion, all remaining through the service. Some came from Eldorado, several miles away. Just before service, I spoke to an elderly man of rough appearance, being glad to see him there. He was not sure he would stay; he liked to go where there was good; he was always ready to preach when wanted; a good heart was the chief thing; the Salvation Army had asked him to preach this morning and he thought he would go there, which, after a time, he did. We ought to be able to use such men. If, like Apollos, they could be 'instructed in the way of God more perfectly,' they might make excellent evangelists. How are we ever going to help this part of the diocese without such?

"In the afternoon we went off for a long dusty drive to visit an outlying camp, where seven English-speaking families live among 1,200 Poles and Literisch, i.e., Lithuanians. The undertaker drove us out behind a pair of shining black horses, and after we had seen our people he took us to the village store, and treated us to malt cream, which we drank from the bottles, sitting on boxes, with smiling men around, to whom we could not talk. It was like being in a far-off village somewhere in Europe.

"Our evening service at Harrisburg was very different from the morning. The good Presbyterian minister hearing that the bishop was coming and that