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We learned that the house dated back as far as 
the days of Matthew Stacli; built, no doubt, with the 
beams that floated so providentially to the shore some 
twenty-five years after the first landing of Egede; and 
that it had been the home of the brethren who now 
greeted us, one for twenty-nine and the other twenty- 
seven years. The “Congregation Hall” was within 
the building, cheerless now with its empty benches; a 
couple of Erench horns, all that I could associate with 
the gladsome piety of the Moravians, hung on each side 
the altar. Two dwelling-rooms, three chambers, and 
a kitchen, all under the same roof, made up the one 
structure of Lichtenfels. 
Its kind-hearted inmates were not without intelli¬ 
gence and education. In spite of the formal cut of 
their dress, and something of the stiffness that belongs 
to a protracted solitary life, it was impossible not to 
recognise, in their demeanor and course of thought, 
the liberal spirit that has always characterized their 
church. Two of their “children,” they said, had “gone 
to God” last year with the scurvy; yet they hesitated 
at receiving a scanty supply of potatoes as a present 
from our store. 
We lingered along the coast for the next nine days, 
baffled by calms and light adverse winds; and it was 
only on the 10 th of July that we reached the settle¬ 
ment of Sukkertoppen. 
The Sukkertop, or Sugar-loaf, a noted landmark, is a 
wild isolated peak, x'ising some 3000 feet from the sea. 
The little colony which nestles at its base occupies a 
