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of a tape measure, and I the other end. We had 

 measured off the choicest section of land belong 

 ing to the tribe, on which to build a new church 

 the third in succession the second being too 

 small. As I wound up the tape, he dropped the 

 loop, but held up his hand, and said with deep 

 emotion, Bishop, do you know that hand set 

 fire to the first house of God here? This hand 

 and this heart trembled as I thought of it, until 

 years afterwards I said to Gaium Twaga, the 

 senior Christian, Do you think God can forgive 

 me? Yes, if you truly repent. How do you 

 know? The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth 

 from all sin. Many, like me, continued he, 

 for years, whether on the sea or on the mount 

 ains, feared God would sink their canoe or cast 

 them down some precipice. But when I knew I 

 could be forgiven, I had peace, and now I love 

 God.&quot; 



&quot;Most remarkable of all, perhaps,&quot; says the 

 historian of the C. M. S., &quot;is Mr. McCullagh s 

 station at Aiyansh on the Nass River, with his 

 Christian Kitiksheans, their Red Cross and White 

 Cross Bands of male and female evangelists, their 

 Parish Council, their Fire Brigade and Insurance 

 Company, their printing press, their saw-mill, 

 their building and road making operations; a 

 smaller Metlakahtla, in fact, and the secular and 

 spiritual in their right places. One member 

 of the Red Cross Band (virtually a branch of the 

 Church Army), a chief named Abraham, said, 

 We have not much knowledge; we may not be 



