I then held my hand up to the sky to point to it, and said, "God dwells
there. He made the world, and all things in it. The moon and the stars
are the work of his hand. God sends the wind and the rain on the earth,
and the streams that flow: He hides the face of the sky with clouds,
makes the grass to grow for the beasts of the field, and herbs for the
use of man. God's love knows no end. When we pray, He draws near to us
and hears us."

It was a real joy to my poor slave to hear me talk of these things. He
sat still for a long time, then gave a sigh, and told me that he would
say "O" to Beek no more, for he was but a short way off, and yet could
not hear, till men went up the hill to speak to him.

"Did you go up the hill to speak to him?" said I.

"No, Okes go up to Beek, not young mans."

"What do Okes say to him?"

"They say 'O.'"

Now that I brought my man Friday to know that Beek was not the true God,
such was the sense he had of my worth, that I had fears lest I should
stand in the place of Beek. I did my best to call forth his faith in
Christ, and make it strong and clear, till at last--thanks be to the
Lord--I brought him to the love of Him, with the whole grasp of his
soul.

To please my poor slave, I gave him a sketch of my whole life; I told
him where I was born, and where I spent my days when a child. He was
glad to hear tales of the land of my birth, and of the trade which we
keep up, in ships, with all parts of the known world. I gave him a knife
and a belt, which made him dance with joy.

One day as we stood on the top of the hill at the east side of the isle,
I saw him fix his eyes on the main land, and stand for a long time to,
gaze at it; then jump and sing, and call out to me.

"What do you see?" said I.

"Oh joy!" said he, with a fierce glee in his eyes, "Oh glad! There see
my land!"

Why did he strain his eyes to stare at this land, as if he had a wish
to be there? It put fears in my mind which made me feel far, less at
my ease with him. Thought I, if he should go back to his home, he will
think no more of what I have taught him, and done for him. He will be
sure to tell the rest of his tribe all my ways, and come back with, it
may be, scores of them, and kill me, and then dance round me, as they
did round the men, the last time they came on my isle.

But these were all false fears, though they found a place in my mind a
long while; and I was not so kind to him now as I had been. F