house of the governor of the province where we stopped at Cervantes. The poor mother was praying that the belated supplies from Manila would arrive in time to save the life of her firstborn.

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We reached Sagada November 19th. The first thing to greet and cheer us was the cable from the Board of Missions saying to repair the damage to the mission wrought by the typhoon. I found that work was well under way. The church is still unusable, but I hope in another week it will be ready for services. The roof is on again and the carpenters are busy shingling. there is some damage that is irreparable -to books, vestments, clothing and furniture. The residence of Mr. and Mrs. Staunton has again been made as habitable as it ever was, which is not saying much! I fear its ramshackle life would not survive another big blow, but would expire, probably with some valuable human lives in its death grip. Mrs. Staunton and Dr. Platt have been min

istering to the poor injured natives in Bagnen.

On November 20th we woke to find another typhoon blowing. We faced the storm and rode six miles over to the sawmill. When we reached Fidelisen I saw a considerable change in the landscape since my last visit. A gigantic landslide had rushed down the mountain side, choking a little lake, burying native shacks, and killing natives and changing rice fields into a waste of rocks and débris. The mill, though badly damaged, escaped without irreparable injury. The water rose to the level of the mill floor, carrying away foundations so that the beams which had rested on a seemingly secure bed were left suspended in the air. The Japanese workman saved machinery that was threatened, and at the critical moment when the demolition of our year's work seemed inevitable the water subsided. The mill building has been temporarily propped up and part of the machinery is in operation. Had we

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ourselves in Lloyd's against typhoons, but the excessive premium (7 per cent.) is not encouraging, and it must be remembered that such a series of storms as we have had do not occur once in fifty years. Moreover, properly built

structures would be secure in the situation selected for our buildings, even under the onslaughts of the heaviest typhoons.

When I got word in Manila that the mill was destroyed I was heavy at heart, although my motto for the year is:

away at our task. I am more than ever convinced that we were wise, wiser than we knew, in establishing our saw-mill and its auxiliary machinery, and Mr. Staunton's extraordinarily able handling of it, backed up by Dr. Johnson's mechanical skill, has placed us in a position of advantage which cannot be overestimated.

The government, which is moving the capital of the mountain province to Bontoc, is looking to us for supplies of lumber, and will shortly build a road from the mill to Bontoc. With the mill

in sickness, and they are asking for lumber from the mill for their Bontoc mission. Were it not that the hierarchy has forbidden them social intercourse with us, I believe we could make taut the loose threads of underlying unity and work with them on terms of Christian magnanimity. There is room for all the work which they and we conjointly can do among the hundreds of thousands of people in the mountain province. When will Christians learn that proselytizing from other Christian Churches is as hateful to our Lord as the same spirit among the Jews was hate

find how loyal they are to us and our efforts to help them, my early dream of making an extensive work out of our small beginnings is verified. Even the splendor, and the persuasive (or, as I fear, it was dissuasive) influence of a Roman apostolic delegate, could not shake the confidence in us of the leader of the little band of Christians whom I confirmed in Quiangan. Yet it is more than a year since I was there. They are still hoping and waiting for our permanent ministrations. Though it is true that the work among these obscure heathen, people who will never bulk

large in any world enterprise, will always be dependent on home generosity, it is good for us to have the responsibility. What surer indication is there that we, as a Church, feel that the Gospel is for all mankind and that our mission is world-wide than that we should devote ourselves with free-flowing enthusiasm to these least important of God's children-many of whose names are already written in the Lamb's Book of Life? If we do our duty to these little ones, fervor for the evangelization of great nations will be speedily fanned into an irresistible flame, for we cannot be zealous over lesser tasks without gaining tenfold ardor, courage, and efficiency in grappling with bigger

ones.

As I write these words the noon bell of the mission calls us to a memorial of the Incarnation and prayer that "all men everywhere may seek after Him and find Him," and my soul is moved to its depths by the thought of the possibilities that lie at the feet of our be

loved communion begging for recognition.

At Bontoc the problems are difficult, but the outlook is hopeful. Our missionaries have won and hold the confidence and affection of the Igorots. We have a serious complication in connection with our land, and some of the more prominent American officials have no belief in, if they are not actively hostile to, Christian missions. Well, all the more reason for us to be where we are, and to try to become what Christ would have us be in character, and work in the spirit of true discipleship for the spread of His Kingdom among men.

As our missions in Baguio, in Bontoc and Sagada testify, we are not forgetting the practical in our devotion to the mystical. The government itself has not done more to defend the rights, to encourage the industry, to stimulate the minds and latent capacity of the Igorots than our small group of devoted missionaries. May God speedily send us more of the same sort!