Reverend Finley's work at the Mission began in 1819. It has been generally overlooked as an important item of Afro-Americana. For five years, John Stewart, an African apostle struggled and wrought alone, until the Methodist authorities recognized his labors, and assumed their jurisdiction.

Reverend Finley's work at the Mission began in 1819. It has been generally overlooked as an important item of Afro-Americana. For five years, John Stewart, an African apostle struggled and wrought alone, until the Methodist authorities recognized his labors, and assumed their jurisdiction.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1840 edition. Excerpt: ...our fire. In the morning, we had prayer, fed our horses, and while eating our breakfast, our two friends, Mononcue and Pointer, joined us. We set out through a thick forest, and traveled a small Indian trail, our way being obstructed by logs and swamps. This morning our pack horse got scared, and ran off with our camp equipage; but we soon caught him, and but little damage was done. Our conversation this day, was varied, comprehending many topics. One, however, seemed to interest my companions; which was, the providence of God over the world. There were many things that seemed dark to their minds, and which they could not solve. For instance, we were passing through a great wind-fall, where every tree was either blown down or broken off. Now, what purpose God could have in sending so strong a wind into this wilderness, or what purpose it was designed to serve, was to them a mystery. I said, " My brothers, if you knew all God's reasons why he does so, you would be as wise as God himself. This we cannotknow now, but we may know hereafter." "But has God the right to break down all these trees, when he pleases I" " 0 yes, he has the right, for he made them; and he has the right to kill and make alive." " There," said Mo-noncue, pointing to one which had been broken off, "there is one that is like me. Almost all my friends are dead, and I am broken off at the top. Many winters have blown on my head, and the frosts of years have whitened it. These saplings fitly represent my children and grand-children. They are growing around my roots, and soon I shall fall into the ground, and they will cover me with earth." We had translated a hymn into Wyandott, and employed ourselves in learning to sing together--" Hail thou blest morn, when the Great...

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