he gospel explained to him, and he now
compared it with the dark heathen superstitions in which he had
hitherto believed. Maysotta entreated Clarice to tell her father all she
had told her. She gladly did so, and the hitherto proud chief "became as
a little child." He at last fixed his camp in our neighbourhood, and
used to visit us nearly every day, in order that he might receive
instruction. He even expressed a wish to learn to read; so Uncle Jeff
and I became his masters, aided occasionally by Clarice and Maysotta,
who had already made considerable progress. The chief's memory was
wonderfully good, too, and he thus rapidly learned whole chapters of the
Bible, from a translation which we had obtained in the dialect of his
people. His great desire was now not only to learn himself, but to
induce his own people to accept the blessings of the gospel; and as his
wish was to imitate us in everything, he had put up a log-house of
considerable size in his village.

I had often promised to pay him a visit. One Sunday I had ridden over to
the fort, after Clarice's marriage, to see her and join the service
there, when on my way back I bethought me of my promise to Winnemak. I
accordingly rode to his village. None of his men were about; so,
fastening up my horse, I went towards his house. As I looked in at the
door, I saw him standing up at one end, while his chief men and braves
were seated around him, attentively listening to the words which fell
from his lips. Once he would have addressed them only on some war-like
or political matter, but now he was preaching the blessed gospel, while
those fierce warriors sat listening with the most profound attention to
his words.

[Illustration: WINNEMAK AS A MISSIONARY.]

What were those words? He was telling them that they must become as
children; that they must be born again, that their old evil nature might
be overcome; that they must do good to their enemies, and forgive those
who should injure them; that they must lead pure and holy lives, not
giving way to their angry feelings, or even indulging in angry thoughts.
He told them, too, of the Saviour's love, and the Saviour's death; how
God would forgive their sins, which, though red as scarlet, would become
white as wool, if they trusted that by that death he had taken their
sins upon himself, and had become their Saviour, their Advocate, their
great High Priest.

Winnemak having thus become a Christian, did not rest content unti