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"As I, however, had to go home, and as the way 

 to Ungava was closed, Mr. Walton became God's 

 real provision for our old stations, arriving just at 

 the moment of my compulsory departure. 



" He has since shown a wonderful energy and the 

 true missionary genius, and his efforts at our old 

 stations have been crowned with blessing. 



" But to return to ourselves, that voyage home 

 was one of exceptional danger and delay. For 

 eight weeks we were tossing about on the mighty 

 ocean, the sport of gale after gale, when the strong 

 and terrible ocean seemed ever to mock us, crying : 



' I threw my fleecy blanket up over my shoulders bare, 

 I raised my head in triumph, and tossed my grizzled hair ; 

 For I knew that some time some time 

 White-robed ships would venture from out the placid bay, 

 Forth to my heaving bosom, my lawful pride and prey ; ' 



" But He who of old time spoke the words, ' Peace, 

 be still ! ' bade the Atlantic gales cease. When 

 finally the winds moderated, we found ourselves 

 275 miles further from England than when the 

 gales assailed us. 



' During that awful time another danger threat- 

 ened us, for our ballast shifted ; and once we 

 were all but run down by a passing steamer. But 

 at last we were brought home in safety, and our 

 feet stood once more on our native soil." 

 Every returned missionary of the Church Mis- 



