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go with me to a Pagan Indian home. Impressed with this thought, I did not at first notice Moses Crow- until a groan from a corner - somewhere- caused us to look around and there,upon a little straw - on the floor- lay this poor man, perfectly helpless. A look of entreaty from his eyes drew us to his side. "I am so glad to see you" said he, and his voice was very faint - for he was nearly dead. This suffering stranger. I thot I should die before you came. I have begged these people to go tell you my condition, but they would not. I have watched and waited, but you did not come." Now, children, why was this man lying here, with nothing between his back and the floor and a miserable dirty blanket his only covering. Because he was a Pagan, and among Pagans, they are hard and cruel - They have not been subdued by the blessed Gospel of Jesus. Five months ago, he hurt his hand. Was careless and took cold. When we found him his hand was as black as the stove, and you could never have known it was a