# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1929_S172 # Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration) THE LUTHERAN PIONEER. LS | 171 found friends. He slept with them in their wig- wams and shared their meals at the camp-fire. In- dustriously he studied to learn their language in order that he might dispense with the services of an interpreter — a poor makeshift for a missionary. On one of his trips to an Indian village he almost lost his life in Saginaw Bay. The Indians gratefully acknowledged his love and became his friends; but when he, hating any halting between two opinions, urged them to take the deciding step for Christ and His Gospel, he would often hear the answer: “What you say is the truth, but now it is winter; when the sun again stands high [next summer], I shall be ready.” A Letter with a Missionary Spirit. How the Frankenmuth congregation regarded this work can be seen from a letter which was written by Mrs. Margaret Loesel, a member of the congre- gation, to her mother in the old country in 1847. An extract from this letter follows: — “We rejoice over the progress which God’s king- dom is making in this country. We are getting better acquainted with our neighbors, the Indians, every day. They are very friendly to one if one is first friendly to them. This virtue of friendliness is very desirable, as the Indian is by nature shy and back- ward over against the white race. We feel at home in their midst and are glad to serve them with the gift that God has bestowed upon us. So far a goodly number of Indian children have been baptized, and God willing, some more will be baptized during the Christmas season. Our dear pastor is working diligently and faithfully among these poor heathen, spreading the light of the Gospel. The Lord is with him and has given him such a large measure of wis- dom, strength, and endurance that we cannot but marvel at the abundance of gifts which He has be- stowed upon him. Mrs. Craemer, the dear wife of the pastor, also deserves much credit. She is a real mother to these poor children and does all in her power to cleanse their bodies and make them appear respectable. When they first come to us, they are usually very filthy. You may imagine that it is no small task for Mrs. Craemer to keep neat and clean ten to fifteen children who by nature are not inclined to be so. May God strengthen us in this our sacred calling, for we are, and wish to remain, first of all, a mission-congregation. Praise be unto Him for all the benefits and favors, which He has so richly showered upon us.” Missionary Fruit. During the Christmas season of 1846 the new church was dedicated. The festivities reached their climax when on Third Christmas Day three Indian children were baptized; a youth named Abiquam, who was renamed Abraham (he, too, wished to be- come “the father of many nations”), and his two sisters, Magdalen, thirteen years old, and Anna, seven years of age. Magdalen died two weeks after her baptism, joyfully confessing her faith in Him in whose name she had been baptized. At the baptism Missionary E. R. -Baierlein. of these three Indians the schoolchildren of the parish sang a hymn in the Indian language. The first stanza of the hymn “Blessed Jesus, Here We Stand” reads in Chippewa: — Oma sa nindaiamin, O Tebeningeion Jesus, Chidodamang eshiang Ima kitikitowining, Mab’ abinoji k’dodisig, Iu chiwiawangomod. In 1847, 12 Indian children were baptized. The whole number of baptized Indians, according to the Frankenmuth church register, is 33.