148 AN ESKIMO VILLAGE 



reward? Of payment none. To them it is enough 

 that they are honoured by being chosen to serve the 

 house of God, and with willingness and a cheerful 

 mind they carry out their allotted task. Such are the 

 chapel servants. 



I was in church again for the closing meeting of 

 the day. Another man was at the door, and the 

 oldest chapel servant was behind the table, reading 

 in his high-pitched voice the words of the hymn he 

 had chosen to begin the worship. A fine old figure 

 of a man, this. Though his day as a hunter was 

 done, there was a hint of bygone power and 

 prowess in eye and arm and shoulder. He had been 

 a mighty hunter, and the boys of the village still 

 whispered tales of his doings as he passed by them 

 at their play. 



There was a great dignity in the rugged face and 

 the mass of hair now almost white ; there was a 

 great simplicity in the quiet, aged voice, and in 

 the homely native smock of snow-white calico ; 

 there was a great and touching earnestness in the 

 everyday words of the old man's prayer. 



"Yes, Thou hast been my Father for many 

 years, certainly a great many years oh, how 

 thankful ! yes, and I have been a weak child. 

 Thou hast forgiven, for the sake of Jesus ; Thou 

 knowest that I am weak. And these little ones here, 

 these boys, these girls. Thou art their Father ; let 

 Thy words come into their hearts, that they may 

 grow up loving Jesus and serving God their Father. 

 Yes, how thankful we all are for daily food ; Thou 



