By Mrs. Florence Jones

(This story took place at Norway House in Northern Manitoba.)

My husband was a missionary on the reserve. I was in the house alone, when an Indian man came in who seemed in distress, pointing to his ear and saying, “Ohn mittani orgosy.” I had a smattering knowledge of Cree, and supposing that his ear was sore, I administered ear drops from my store behind the kitchen stove. As he was leaving the house, he met a friend on the road, to whom he said, “The missionary’s wife, very queer woman, I tell her my wife had a sore ear and she put drops in my ear!”