BOOK IV.
THE LOVE TALE.
CHAPTER I.
THE INDIAN TOWN.
The bare ground with hoarie mosse bestrewed Must be their bed; their pillow was unsowed And the frutes of the forrest was their feast.
The Faerie Queens.
NEVER before had there come to Cecil so grand an opportunity for disseminating gospel truth. The work of half a lifetime might be done in a few days.
"The tribes are all gathered together in one en campment, and I can talk with them all, tell them of God, of the beauty of heaven and of the only Way. Then, when they disperse, they will carry my teaching in every direction, and so it will be scattered through out all this wild land."
This was the thought that came to Cecil when> he awoke on the morning after the trial. Now was the time to work! Now was the time for every element of argument, persuasion, and enthusiasm to be exerted to the utmost.
Earnestly did he pray that morning, kneeling in his lodge beside his couch of furs, that God would be with
