242 Inasmuch 



at describing my feelings would be inadequate; 

 one s soul rose in thankfulness to God. The past 

 experiences, beaching and storms all were for 

 gotten, for here before us were the people whom 

 for three years or more our Church had striven 

 to reach; the first part of our great task was com 

 pleted, but the greater work was now begun. 

 What a peculiar synchronism lay here, in the 

 outside world a terrible modern war raging with 

 all the latest methods of destruction employed, 

 whilst here lived a healthy, happy people dressed 

 completely in skins and using bows and arrows 

 and stone implements.&quot; 



There, in the midst of the welcome of the 

 &quot;other sheep,&quot; on the uttermost border of &quot;the 

 Oecumene,&quot; the habitable world, we must leave 

 the record of those who, for us and as our repre 

 sentatives, have proclaimed &quot;the Glad tidings of 



great joy&quot; to the native races of Canada. 

 * * * 



&quot;Shall he who sows dream of the ears already, 

 Or grasp at once his summer s fruitful prime? 

 God s harvest waits for those of purpose steady, 

 All in His own good time.&quot; 



