Government in Brazil. He asks me just where Brazil is; why they change
the Government. He reads of the fire in Boston and Lynn. He inquires
where Lynn is. Being a Congregationalist he knows Boston as a Jew knows
Jerusalem and a Mohammedan knows Mecca. Then he reads the church and
Y.M.C.A. news.

Here is a man, who by his life is denying what nine out of every ten men
in the United States are saying: "It is no use to work among the adult
Indians." He was twenty-five and over before he commenced study of any
kind. He is now a citizen, Republican, Prohibitionist, church officer,
teacher, preacher, all of which require a fair amount of intelligence
and information.

His work, too, is invaluable if the aim is to change the Indian to an
American citizen. In this village this one room only is the opening to
civilization. Some of the young men are tired of Indian ways. They think
the dance is something that ought to be thrown away. These young men now
have a place to spend their evenings, beyond the dance house. These
houses and native helpers break down more superstition and Indian life
than any other influence on the reservation. In the matter of dress it
is the same. Here is an Indian woman who is not ashamed to wear a dress
like a white woman. The teachers in the day schools complain that they
cannot get the girls to wear the civilized dress when they leave school.
And Indian dresses mean Indian dirt and carelessness. One Indian woman
advocating "dress reform" by example, will do more than any teacher on
the reservation.

From Black Pipe I go to Park Street Church Station. Here I have a road
of twenty-five miles and not a mile of snow. Instead of a four hour
drive I have ten hours of dragging along. But the end comes at last.