Contributions to the Historical Society of Montana . yterian Church of Miles City is so closely in sympathywith the subject of pioneer religious work that we will quoteit in part. OUR EARLY CHURCH. On uncongenial soil a tender plant appeared,Born of the night, scarce seen, so small and low, Not by refreshing stream, nor meadow green,But on the desert. Can it live and grow? Few laborers there were to till the soil. Few toilers who with ceaseless careMust guard its growth,and shield from harmaud wrong, Until its leaves of healing rise in air. The tender plant has grown a goodly branches
Contributions to the Historical Society of Montana . yterian Church of Miles City is so closely in sympathywith the subject of pioneer religious work that we will quoteit in part. OUR EARLY CHURCH. On uncongenial soil a tender plant appeared,Born of the night, scarce seen, so small and low, Not by refreshing stream, nor meadow green,But on the desert. Can it live and grow? Few laborers there were to till the soil. Few toilers who with ceaseless careMust guard its growth,and shield from harmaud wrong, Until its leaves of healing rise in air. The tender plant has grown a goodly branches tending u])ward toward the sky. A Master hand has planted and will keep,A^^ien troubles rise His help is ever nigh. Our Earthly Church. We love thy sacred walls,We love the memories that cluster round Of some departed, far hence removed,Of other newer friends, and later found. Our Father, Helper, Friend, we look to Thee,Spread Thou Thy wings of love our spirits oer. Destroy the tempters power and bring us toA glad reunion on the other SUPERINTENDENTS OF MISSIONS. 1. Rev. Duncan J. McMillan, D. D. 4. Rev. Chas. F. Richardson. 2. Rev. Samuel E. Wishard, D. D. 5. Rev. Edward P. * 3. Rev. Frederick H. Gwynne, D. D. *Deceased July, 1886. PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH HISTORY. 403 A FEW NOTES FROM Rev. Duncan J. McMillan, D. York Presbyterian Church, January 30, Dear Brother Edwards: I have a moment to spare and it has occurred to me thata few notes from memory may help you, or at least be anindex. January, 1881, I visited Dillon, a collection of tents andrough board shanties at the temporary terminus of the UtahNorthern Railway, a narrow gauge road that had reachedthat point a few days before. I preached to a good congre-gation, visited every family in the village, promised to ob-tain a minister and organize a church. But before I couldget a minister, the Methodists came in and organized. Istaid away, (though repeatedly urged to rettirn and or-
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