276 THE UPPER YUKON 



dia was one of the many red waifs that the 

 good Bishop and Mrs. Bompas took to their 

 big hearts. Her story is a sad One. Along 

 the beach at Simpson, Friday, an Indian, in 

 a burst of ungovernable temper murdered his 

 wife and fled, leaving their one baby to per- 

 ish. It was not until the next day that the 

 little one was found, unconscious and dying. 

 The Bishop and Mrs. Bompas took the child 

 into their loving care. To the name Owindia, 

 which means 'The Weeping One,' was added 

 the modern Lucy May, and the little girlie 

 twined herself around the hearts of her pro- 

 tectors. When the time seemed ripe, Owin- 

 dia was taken back to England to school, but 

 the wee, red plant would not flourish in that 

 soil — she sickened and died. Hence the me- 

 morial and inscription we read this July day. 



"Much history of militant energy — much 

 of endurance and countless chapters of be- 

 nevolence did the good Bishop write into the 

 history before, on the Yukon side in 1906, 

 God's finger touched him, and he slept." 



This good man was doctor and surgeon as 

 well as bishop. Old David Villeneure, of 

 Fort Providence, told us of the time that a 

 fish-stage fell on him, and seriously crushed 

 his leg: 



