Chapter 1
THE INDIAN TOWN.The bare ground with hoarie mosse bestrowed
Must be their bed, their pillow was unsowed
And the frutes of the forrest was their feast.
The Faërie Queene.
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 encampment, 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 throughout
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,
