FOOTNOTES: 

[Footnote B:  See Historical Notes.]

[Footnote C:  See Historical Notes.]

CHAPTER X.

MRS. WOODS MEETS LITTLE ROLL OVER AGAIN.

One day Rev. Jason Lee came up from the Cascades, in a boat, to visit Mr. and Mrs. Woods on their donation claim.  Mr. Lee at this tine was inspired with missionary zeal for the Indians, and he remembered Mrs. Woods kindly as an ignorant but earnest and teachable woman, whom the influence of his preaching had brought to his spiritual flock.  He knew her needs of counsel and help, he pitied her hard and lonely life, and he came to visit her from time to time.

He had once given her a copy of Wesley’s Hymns, and these hymns she had unconsciously learned, and delighted to quote on all occasions.  Her favorite hymn in the collection was written by Thomas Olivers, one of Wesley’s coadjutors, beginning—­

    “The God of Abrah’m praise.”

She used to sing it often about her work; and one approaching the cabin, might often have heard her trying to sing to the old Hebrew melody of Leoniel—­a tune perhaps as old as the Jewish Temple itself—­such sublime thoughts as these—­

    “The God of Abrah’m praise,
       At whose supreme command
     From earth I rise, and seek the joys
       At his right hand;
     I all on earth forsake,
       Its wisdom, fame, and power;
     And him my only portion make,
       My shield and tower.

    “He by himself hath sworn,
       I on his oath depend;
     I shall, on eagles’ wings upborne,
       To heaven ascend: 
     I shall behold his face,
       I shall his power adore,
     And sing the wonders of his grace
       Forever more.”

Another favorite hymn, in an easy metre, was John Wesley’s triumphant review of life in his middle age.  The tune, although marked in the music-books C.P.M., and thus indicating some difficulty, was really as simple as it was lively, and carried the voice along like the music of a meadow stream: 

    “How happy is the pilgrim’s lot,
     How free from every anxious thought,
       From worldly hope and fear! 
     Confined to neither court nor cell,
     His soul disdains on earth to dwell—­
       He only sojourns here.”

Mrs. Woods was singing as usual about her work, when Jason Lee rapped at her door.

“Father Lee,” said Mrs. Woods, “can I trust my eyes!—­come again to see me, away out here in the timber?  Well, you are welcome.  I have got something on my mind, and I have long been wanting to have a talk with you.  How is the mission at the Dalles?”

“It is prospering, but I regard it as my duty to leave it and go back to the East; and this may be my farewell visit, though I expect to come back again.”