A few windows let in the light.

Spacious and barn-like was this apartment; but undoubtedly, seen through the beaming eyes of the missionary, it was a grand amphitheater for worship.

The hard-packed clay floor was velvet carpet; the rude seats soft as eiderdown; the platform with its white-oak cross, an altar of marble and gold.
"This is one of our shops," said Mr.Zeisberger, leading them to a cabin.

"Here we make brooms, harness for the horses, farming implements--everything useful that we can.

We have a forge here.
Behold an Indian blacksmith!" The interior of the large cabin presented a scene of bustling activity.