On April 13, 1889, the corner-stone was laid, and on August 4 of the same year the church was dedicated.  The church has good officers and earnest working members.  The present membership is forty-one.  No hostility is shown toward our church by the members of other churches, but all are united and recognize in every one who loves the Master a fellow-worker in the vineyard of Christ.

The present pastor, Rev. G. Lusty, during his residence among us has endeared himself to all.  A promising work is being done in the Sabbath-school, and we believe that from it constantly go forth many little rills of influence that are entering the homes and bringing the people a higher and purer life.  The Christian Endeavor society is doing a good work among the young people.  The prayer-meetings held on Thursday evenings are well attended.  The growth of the church has not been rapid, but is steady, and during its history has enjoyed some revivals of religion.

Under the direction of the pastor’s loyal wife the young people have been gathered into a sewing-school at her home every Saturday afternoon, and everything is done to encourage the little fingers in their attempts to guide the needle; and we feel that here, too, is a work being done that will bring forth fruit in the homes.

The barrels of supplies, sent to us by friends in other States, have enabled us to assist many needy ones.  While packing these missionary boxes, if you could only see “the other end of the line” you would feel rewarded for your gifts.  The kindness done for Christ’s sake will not be forgotten.

The country around Deer Lodge is sparsely settled.  One can travel miles without meeting any one.  The people are somewhere—­where, we are unable to tell; yet when they have an opportunity to hear preaching you will always find many people gathered in the schoolhouse where the “meeting” is to be held.  In traveling through the surrounding country you will see many rough log houses, with only one room and often without windows, two doors opposite each other, one door always kept open winter and summer.  A huge fire-place is in one end of the room.  If you would have a view of humanity in its simplicity, visit one of these mountain homes.  You will find everything of the most primitive kind.  The hum of the spinning-wheel and the heavy thud of the loom will greet your ears.  In one room you will very often see several beds, while the rest of the furniture will consist of a few wooden chairs, a table and perhaps a cupboard, and into this one room will be gathered the whole family, the women with old shawls over their heads, sitting by the fire chewing tobacco, or with the invariable snuff-stick in their mouth.  But everywhere you will be treated with kindness and invariable civility.  “Come and see us,” they say; “we are mighty poor folks, but we will do the best we can.”  These mountaineers take life in a slow and easy way; you cannot make them “step to Yankee time.”