CHRISTMAS IN AMERICA. 21

the white man leaped from his bed, and running to the barn,
knelt down and began to pray. There his wife found him.

“<«Tt is old Warmmesley,’ said she.

“«The old pagan!’ said
he, rising up. ‘What was
it, Ruth, that was the mat-
ter with me?’

“My grandmother had
caught the spirit of Eliot,
the Indian Apostle, and
she used to hold in the
old kitchen a religious
meeting, each week, for
the instruction of the
‘ praying Indians ’of the
town. The Indians who
became Christians were
called ‘ praying Indians’
by their own people,
and came to be so called
by the English: Among
the Indians who came out
of curiosity was the beau-
tiful Princess Amie, the

 

youngest daughter of the
great chief Massasoit, who
protected Plymouth Colony for nearly forty years.

‘“‘Warmmesley came once to my grandmother’s meetings, ana
tried to sing. He wished to out-sing the rest, and he did,
repeating over and over again,—

‘“‘¢He lub poor Indian in de wood,
Ar’ me lub God, and dat be good;

I’ll praise him two times mo’!’