rs, nor feels nor tastes, nor smells it.
My friend, the man of God, says he thinks the cause of sound is motion
in the air passing from particle to particle, till the last particle
next my ear is moved, and then--I hear. Is there, then, no motion in
the air to cause sound because the deaf man does not hear?

"O stupid-face! You say that God does not answer prayer, because you
have asked and have not received. What would you think of your little
boy if he should say, `I asked a dead poisonous fish from my father the
other day, and he did not give it to me; therefore my father _never_
gives me what I want.' Would that be true? Every morning you awake
hungry, and you _wish_ for food; then you get up, and you find it. Is
not your wish a silent prayer? And is it not answered every day? Who
sends the seals, and fishes, and birds, even when we do _not_ ask with
our lips? Did these animals make themselves? Stupid-face! you say your
soul is healthy. Sometimes you are angry, sometimes discontented,
sometimes jealous, sometimes greedy. Is an angry, discontented,
jealous, greedy soul healthy? You know it is not. It is diseased, and
the disease of the soul is _sin_. This disease takes the bad forms I
have mentioned, and many other bad forms--one of which is _murder_."

Angut emphasised the last word and paused, but did not look at the
robber beside him, for he knew that the arrow would reach its mark.
Then he resumed--

"The Kablunet has brought to us the better knowledge of God. He tells
us that God's great purpose from the beginning of time has been to cure
our soul-disease. We deserve punishment for our sins: God sent His Son
and Equal, Jesus Christ, to bear our sins. We need deliverance from the
power of sin: God sent His Equal--the Spirit of Jesus--to cure us. I
believe it. I have felt that Great Spirit in my breast long before I
saw the Kablunets, and have asked the Great Spirit to send more light.
He has answered my prayer. I _have_ more light, and am satisfied."

Again Angut paused, while the Eskimos gazed at him in breathless
interest, and a strange thrill--almost of expectation--passed through
the assembly, while he continued in a low and solemn tone--

"Jesus," he said, "saves _from_ all sin. But,"--he turned his eyes here
full on Grimlek--"He does not save _in_ sin. Murder--foul and wicked
murder--has been done!"

Grimlek grew pale, but did not otherwise betray himself. Reference to
murder w