Letter from Vincent James Joy, Pioneer Missionary to Alaska
“Each Sunday forenoon I go across the Copper River to the natives on the other side and tell them the Story of Christ. The Copper is not frozen full length but every fifty yards or so there is open water, moving at the rate of eleven miles an hour.
I leave the cabin here, bundled up in my parka and fur hat, with moccasins on my feet, and take the trail to the roadhouse, from there down trail to the river bank. Great chunks of ice stand up on end by the press and some smooth sections are bordered on both sides by angry, speeding, open water.
I start across with the knowledge that He will take care of all things, and having no fear as to the outcome if the ice should suddenly part and take me with it. I know where I am bound to go for I am trusting in the blood of Jesus that was shed on Calvary for me! It is sufficient.”
~ Faye E. Crandall, editor, Into the Copper River Valley (Faith Printing Company, Inc. 1994), 46.