WHILE laboring as missionary in India, Rev. E. P. Scott observed a wild-looking man upon the street. He made inquiry, and found that the uncouth individual was a member of one of the inland tribes that lived away in the mountain districts, and came down once a year to trade. He found that the Gospel had never been preached to them, and that it was very hazardous to venture among them because of their murderous propensities. He was stirred with an earnest desire to break to them the Bread of Life, so he packed his valise, took his violin (with which he was accustomed to sing), and started in the direction of the mountains. For two days he traveled, scarcely meeting a human being, until at last he found himself in the mountains and suddenly surrounded by a crowd of savages. Every spear was pointed at his heart. He expected that moment would be his last. Not knowing of any other resource, he tried the power of singing the name of Jesus to them. Drawing forth his violin, he began with closed eyes to sing and to play, “All hail the power of Jesus’ name!” Being afraid to open his eyes, he sang on till the third verse, and while singing the stanza, “Let every kindred, every tribe,” he opened his eyes to see what they were going to do, when lo! the spears had dropped from their hands, and the big tears were falling from their eyes! They invited him to their homes, and he spent two and a half years among them. His labors were so richly rewarded that when he was compelled to leave them because of impaired health, and return to his native country, they followed him for thirty miles. “O missionary,” they said, “come back to us again!” There are tribes beyond that never heard the Gospel. He could not resist their entreaties. After a short absence, he went back again to his labors, which he continued among them until his death.—Anon.