I have in mind now a bright little boy nine years old, who was brought
to me wrapped in filthy old rags, unable to take one step on account of
terrible sores, which had received no attention whatever. The mother's
heart was very sad as she told me this was the only boy she had, five
having died. All the while I was attending to the little fellow the
mother carefully watched. She was given all that was necessary to use
for two weeks and when they returned, at the end of that time, it was
very evident that the boy had received good care. The mother cared for
him almost entirely after this, and in two months he came _running_
across the prairie, his braided hair just flying, asking for a piece of
bread. While the child was not cured, he had been made comfortable, the
parents' hearts had been lightened of a great sorrow, and they had
learned more than one lesson in thus caring for their child.

This is only one of many cases. Until they feel their illness is
well-nigh fatal they prefer the tent to the hospital, and even then a
great many wish to die out of doors. So that often the family come with
the ill one and camp just outside the yard. The hospital wards bring
comfort to two classes principally; the more civilized Indian, who
realizes the great benefit derived from good nursing, and those
friendless ones who are brought because they are too much trouble
elsewhere. Both of these classes are very grateful for all they receive.
The dispensary is open all the time and a great many are provided with
medicine. I think the friends of this Hospital may be of good cheer.

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