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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.


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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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