THE KODIAK
BAPTIST ORPHANAGE
Mrs. Jambs MoWhinnie,
.Superintendent o f Alaska Work
Jio Tremont Temple. Boston. Mast.
Tub Worexrs, on salary, are
Geo. A. Learn, Snpt., S. A. Caldwell
Ass't. Supt., Mils Elisabeth Craumer,
Mu. M. G. Campbell.
Tmb Purpose of the Orphanage is
)o provide a Christian home and
training for destitute children.
Tkk Records show that 64 males
and 64 females '.total 138) have been
received, 39 males and 39 females
discharged ( by completion of time
and by death ), 33 males and 30 fe
males now enrolled.
K.-imv-six Converts nave becu
immersed and received in the church.
The Support is provided by The
A'omen’s American Baptist Home
Mission Society which expends here
S7300.00 a year. It is hoped that the
CoNTRlRUTtotTS arked “Alaska”
will eventually s tihce. Therefore,
Every Sunday-school and every
young people’s society 01 -Jew Eng
land urged to make an annual con
tribution. Help from all -ources
is gratefully accepted. This is the
Only Baptist mission home for
Alaskan children.
Send all contributions to
Miss Gbrtiutdk L. Davis, Treas.
310 Tremont Temple, Boston, Mass.
A SHORT CALL IN EACH
HOME ON WOOD ISLAND
TO INTRODUCE YOU TO
OUR NEIGHBORS
By Hannah Elizabeth Brbkcr,
Through the columns of this little
paper, you have no doubt become
acquainted with each member of our
own family, from Baby-Kate to the
Superintendent. But would you
not like to become acquainted with
our neighbor*? We are deeply inter
ested in them and want you to be so,
too.
On this sunny June day we will
take the trip, “While all the earth
be in tune." and,
"Whether we look or whether we
listen,
We bear life mnrmur or see it
glisten.”
To the southward, from the Mis
sion are a number of cottages. Ei
ther they are perched on the aide of
a hill, like nests among the clifts, or
tucked away In the narrow green
valley leading to Una’a Lake. Other*,
■till, dot the level stretch between
the lower lake and the sea. While
to the northward can be seen the
wore pretentious homes of the Island.
These are set in tiny clearings, or
nestle around the lake where t^ieir
reflections add beauty to the land
scape. Here we are at last nearing
a humble dwelling, near by where
the valley slips into Una's Lake.
The thud, thud, of the axe greets
our ears. As we make our appear
•nee around the corner of the ‘ 'dorao, ’*
the yelping of the dog* attracts the
ettention of the old gray haired man;
when the boisterous canines have
been sent whining and cringing un
der the "coltador” we are kindly
greeted by Andrew Aluglie. He
opened the door and ushered ns in
side. The furniture is plain and
meagre, but every thing is clean.
As we are to visit this time for the
sake of becoming acquainted with
the people, not the furniture of Wood
Island, the homes will be discribed
at some future time.
Seated on the side of a bed is
"Sasha.” This crippled girl-mother,
scarce three feet tall, holds in her
arms a bit of humanity wrapped in
swaddling clothes. Her name, she