LAKE WINIPEG. 



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Father, bless me, through Jesus Christ.'" May 

 a gracious God hear their cry, and raise them 

 up as heralds of his salvation in this truly 

 benighted and barbarous part of the world. 



It often grieved me, in our hurried passage, 

 to see the men employed in taking the goods 

 over the carrying places, or in rowing, during 

 the Sabbath. I contemplated the delight with 

 which thousands in England enjoyed the pri- 

 vileges of this sacred day, and welcomed divine 

 ordinances. In reading, meditation, and prayer, 

 however, my soul was not forsaken of God, and 

 I gladly embraced an opportunity of calling 

 those more immediately around me to join in 

 reading the scriptures, and in prayer in my tent. 



October the 6th. The ground was covered 

 with snow, and the weather most winterly, 

 when we embarked in our open boats to cross 

 the lake for the Red River. Its length, from 

 north to south, is about three hundred miles ; 

 and it abounds with sunken rocks, which are 

 very dangerous to boats sailing in a fresh 

 breeze. It is usual to run along shore, for the 

 sake of an encampment at night, and of getting 

 into a creek for shelter, in case of storms and 

 tempestuous weather. We had run about 

 half the lake, when the boat, under a press of 

 sail, struck upon one of these rocks, with so 



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