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heard from the missionary. He is a famous 

 old heathen chief. He has spent all his life 

 camped among the rocks of the northern 

 Labrador, and nobody knows how old he is. 

 His people have come to the Mission station, 

 bringing him with them ; they have heard 

 from other Eskimos of the preaching of the 

 Word of God, and they have come to 

 hear it ; but Tuglavi cannot understand. His 

 mind has failed : he is in his second child 

 hood, [and spends his time in aimless wander 

 ings and in watching whatever there is to be 

 seen. 



I wish you could have seen those rough 

 people of Killinek trooping to church on a 

 Sunday. The missionary rang the bell that 

 hung in the little turret above the church roof, 

 and from every tent the people came. Many 

 of them were heathen, and most of them were 

 in their working clothes because they had no 

 other Sunday was a new idea to them. 

 They sat in rows upon the benches in the 

 church, with eager eyes fixed upon the mis 

 sionary, and ears all alert to catch every word. 

 And the singing : they knew no music but 

 their own old heathen chantings, but they 

 loved to hear the sound of the harmonium, 

 and they were learning to sing the hymns we 

 all know so well. But how very shy they 



