. The substance of a journal during a residence at the Red River colony, British North America : and frequent excursions among the North West American Indians in the years 1820, 1821, 1822, 1823. one moment he satisfies the cravings of na-ture from the breast of his mother, and instantlyrewards the boon with a violent blow perhaps onthe very breast on which he has been does the mother dare resent the injury byan appeal to the father. He would at once saythat punishment would daunt the spirit of theboy. Hence the Indian never suffers his childto be corrected. We see then t
. The substance of a journal during a residence at the Red River colony, British North America : and frequent excursions among the North West American Indians in the years 1820, 1821, 1822, 1823. one moment he satisfies the cravings of na-ture from the breast of his mother, and instantlyrewards the boon with a violent blow perhaps onthe very breast on which he has been does the mother dare resent the injury byan appeal to the father. He would at once saythat punishment would daunt the spirit of theboy. Hence the Indian never suffers his childto be corrected. We see then the secret springof his character. He is a murderer by habit,engendered from his earliest age ; and thescalping knife and the tomahawk, and the un-forgiving pursuit of his own enemy, or hisfathers enemy, till he has drenched his handsin, and satiated his revenge with his blood, isbut the necessary issue of a principle on whichhis education has been formed. The trainingof the child forms the maturity of the man. Our Sunday school is generally attended bynearly fifty scholars, including adults, indepen- sdent of the Indian children ; and the con-gregation consists upon an average of from one. SUNDAY SCHOOL. 155 hundred to one hundred and thirty is a most gratifying sight to see the Colonists^in groupes, direct their steps on the Sabbathmorning towards the Mission house^ at theringing of the bell, which is now elevated ina spire that is attached to the building. And itis no small satisfaction to have accomplishedthe wish so feelingly expressed by a deceasedofficer of the Company. I must confess, (heobserved) that I am anxious to see the first littleChristian church and steeple of wood, slowlyrising among the wilds, to hear the sound of thefirst sabbath bell that has tolled here since thecreation. I never witnessed the Establishmentbut with peculiar feelings of delight, and con-templated it as the dawn of a brighter day inthe dark interior of a moral wilderness. Thelength
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