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 The Woman's Board of Home Missions 
 
 of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S. A, 
 156 Fifth Avenue, New York City 
 
TSI-GON-A-LAH 
 
 THE INDIAN GIRL 
 
 "Teacher." 
 
 It was Tsigonalah's faint, sweet voice 
 from the bed. I had thought her sleeping 
 in the interval of fever and, standing by the 
 low-burning wood fire, I was asking myself 
 if she knew enough of her need of a Saviour 
 and enough of Christ's purchased salvation 
 to accept it ? She was twelve years old, but 
 she had heard of Jesus only in the English 
 language, which she understood but imper- 
 fectly, and I was tongue-tied as to speak- 
 ing the musical Indian dialect in which she 
 did all her thinking. Would she die and go 
 into the far-off country, not understanding 
 what had been done for her,? How He 
 loved her and wanted her love ? Could I do 
 anything more to teach her the way ? 
 
 "Teacher." 
 
 And as I turned to the bed the beautiful 
 brown eyes met mine with such a question- 
 ing gaze. 
 
 "Teacher, what for Jesus Christ come.f^" 
 Never before in five years of mission work 
 had any one asked me that question. O, 
 could I make it plain to her.f* 
 
 "Because God could not forgive our 
 ways^ — the wicked things we had done — un- 
 less some one would take the punishment in 
 our place. Jesus loved us so much that he 
 came and died for us. If we will give our- 
 selves to him he will take us and love us, 
 O, so much; and when God says, 'Where are 
 Tsigonalah's bad ways.?' Jesus will say, 'I 
 
have put them all away. I have covered 
 them with my blood. You cannot see them 
 any more, for Tsigonalah is mine, and I 
 have covered all the bad and naughty things 
 Tsigonalah ever did with the blood I shed 
 on Calvary.' And more; if you belong to 
 him when you die Jesus will take you to 
 that beautiful place you were reading to me 
 of in your Bible last Sabbath. You will live 
 with him always. You will never go away 
 out of heaven again." 
 
 There was a long silence, then came the 
 question : 
 
 "What that mean they sing, 'Every fear 
 and pain gone hy?"' 
 
 "It means that those whom Jesus takes 
 to heaven are never again afraid of any- 
 thing, and they are never sick any more." 
 
 "I go to heaven, I never sick again .f^" 
 Never." 
 
 " I never have the ague again ?" 
 "Never." 
 
 "My head it never ache again .5^" 
 "No, Tsigonalah, how can it? Did not 
 you read to me, 'And God shall wipe away 
 all tears from their eyes; and there shall be 
 no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, 
 neither shall there be any more pain.'*'" 
 
 "And I never cry again .5*" with a curious 
 choking in the tired voice, for into Tsig's 
 short life there had come abundant reasons 
 for tears. 
 
 "Never. When God has once wiped the 
 tears away they can never come again." 
 "Teacher!" 
 
 Then there came a long pause, so long I 
 
thought the tired brain could think no 
 longer, and sleep had closed the brown eyes. 
 Suddenly the fever-flushed face was raised 
 from the pillow, and there came the ques- 
 tion: 
 
 "Miss Dane, how long you know it?" 
 "Know what?" 
 
 "Know this good thing — that Jesus love 
 us so?" 
 
 " When I was a little child they told me." 
 
 "Who tell you?" 
 
 "My mother." 
 
 '^Who tell her?" 
 
 "I suppose her mother did." 
 
 " All white mans he knows it ? " 
 
 "Yes, all white men know." 
 
 "How long white mans he know?" 
 
 "Many hundred years, I think." 
 
 "Hundred years he know? What for he 
 not come tell my people sooner ? I get well 
 I just run tell my people Jesus so good." 
 
 Then, after a long time of quiet thought 
 the soft voice added: 
 
 "I love him so." 
 
 Far on into the night I saw the shining of 
 happy tears in Tsig's beautiful eyes, for she 
 had found him whom to know is life eternal. 
 
 Who will go and teach other Indian girls 
 about Jesus ? Who will give money to send 
 those who can go ? Send quickly to 
 
 Price I cent each, 75 cents per 100 
 No. 467 — Second Edition, s, 1912