y of white men who are
Christians to send the blessed light of the gospel, by every means in
their power, to their benighted fellow-creatures? They have souls as we
have, and they are as capable of receiving the truths of the gospel as
we are. Bold, energetic men, imbued with the love of souls, are
required, who, ready to sacrifice all the enjoyments of civilization,
will cast themselves fearlessly among the native tribes, and by patience
and perseverance endeavour to induce them to listen to the message of
reconciliation, and to imitate the example of Him who died for them.

I spoke earnestly and faithfully to Piomingo of this, and I was thankful
to find that he listened not only willingly but eagerly to what I said.

"Yes," he exclaimed at length, "I see that you are right. Although some
white men have set us a bad example, it is no reason that all should do
so. The truths about which you speak are independent of man. There must
be bad white men as well as bad red men; but I am sure that those who
follow the example of Him of whom you tell me, the Son of the Great
Spirit, must be good men. I will try to follow him, and when we get
back, you must tell me more about him."

I gladly promised to do so, and was thankful for this opportunity of
speaking to Piomingo.

Before starting next morning we sent a message to the sergeant, begging
him to keep as close to the foot of the mountain as possible, as we were
sure the enemy could not have gone far up; indeed, their trail led along
the lower part of the side. They had taken this direction, probably, in
order that they might obtain a view over the plain, and thus the more
easily escape from those who by this time, they must have known through
their scouts, were in pursuit of them, although they could not be aware
that our small party was so close at their heels. In a few hours more,
we believed, we should probably be up with them; and we hoped that while
they were in camp we might find some means or other of releasing Bartle.

Though generally keeping our eyes ahead, or down on the plain, I
happened on one occasion to look up the mountain. On the height above me
was the figure of a human being. I pointed it out to my companions.

"There is no doubt about it," exclaimed Gideon; "what you see is a
cross, with a man, well-nigh stripped, bound to it."

The spot was one difficult of access, but it had been reached shortly
before, and, Piomingo declared, by Indians, whose tra