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REGAIN THE TRACK. 



be conceived what our feelings were, in re- 

 covering a right track, after wandering for 

 several days upon an icy lake, among the in- 

 tricate and similar appearances of numerous 

 and small islands of pine. They were those, 

 I trust, of sincere gratitude to God; and I 

 often thought what a wretched wanderer was 

 man in a guilty world, without the light of 

 Christianity to guide, and its principle to direct 

 his steps. Infidelity draws a veil around him, 

 and shrouds all in darkness as to a future life. 

 All, all is uncertainty before him, as the tem- 

 pest-tossed mariner without a compass, and the 

 wearied wandering traveller without a chart or 

 guide. Let me then prize the scriptures more, 

 which have " God for their author, truth un- 

 mingled with error for their subject, and sal- 

 vation for their end." They are the fountains 

 of interminable happiness, where he who hun- 

 gers and thirsts after righteousness, may be 

 satisfied ; and when received in principle and 

 in love, are a sure and unerring guide, through 

 a wilderness of toil and suffering, to the 

 habitations of the blessed, " not made with 

 hands, eternal in the heavens." 



As we passed along the river towards the 

 Settlement, we met an intoxicated Indian, who 

 had been drinking at the grave of his child, 



