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wisdom of God. Day unto day, in the revolu- 

 tions of that glorious orb, which shed a flood of 

 light over the impenetrable forests and wild 

 wastes that surrounded me, uttereth speech. 

 Yet His voice is not heard among the heathen, 

 nor His name known throughout these vast 

 territories by Europeans in general, but to 



swear by. Oh ! for wisdom, truly Christian 



faith, integrity and zeal in my labours as a 

 minister, in this heathen and moral desert. 



Feb. 9. — The wind drifted the snow this 

 morning like a thick fog, that at times we could 

 scarcely see twenty yards from the cariole. It 

 did not stop us however in our way, and I 

 reached the farm about five o'clock, with grate- 

 ful thanks to God, for protecting me through a 

 perilous journey, drawn by dogs over the snow 

 a distance of between five and six hundred 

 miles among some of the most treacherous 

 tribes of Indians in this northern wilderness. 



March 4. — The weather continues very cold, 

 so as to prevent the women and the children 

 from attending regularly divine service on the 

 Sabbath. The sun however is seldom obscured 

 with clouds, but shines with a sickly face; 

 without softening at all at present, the piercing 

 north-westerly wind that prevails throughout 

 the winter. 



