The American Missionary — Volume 42, No. 03, March 1888 by Various
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Yet who will plead as he has plead,
For Freedmen and for me? Perhaps, ah, yes! I know he will-- This sleeping Prince of Thine, In many a multitude be heard, Yet plead for right and mine. * * * * * THE INDIANS. LETTER FROM GRAND RIVER, DAK. _Dear Friends_: I have never seen a worse day in the Territory than to-day. The snow was about two feet deep and light. Last night the wind began to blow, and to-day it is blowing a gale and the snow flies like powdered glass. Neither man nor beast can endure it. I cannot see my stable, which is within a stone's-throw of the house. I have wood and water enough in the house to last two or three days; so I shall not suffer personally, and I will spend the time of imprisonment in writing, if I can, between making fires. The snow sifts through my door and window until I have a regular snowbank all along the inside of the house. Though I am warm right by the stove, yet I cannot get the room warm enough to melt the snow. Last winter and this are the hardest I have ever seen in the Territory. |
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