h the chief," said the missionary.

"Let Lippy be gone," said the chief.

Wapoota rolled the brown child unceremoniously out of the hut, and
composed his humorous features into an expression of solemnity.

"My brother," continued the missionary, "has agreed to become a
Christian and burn his idols?"

"Yes," replied Ongoloo with an emphatic nod, for he was a man of
decision. "I like to hear what you tell me. I feel that I am full of
naughtiness. I felt that before you came here. I have done things that
I knew to be wrong, because I have been miserable after doing them--yet,
when in passion, I have done them again. I have wondered why I was
miserable. Now I know; you tell me the Great Father was whispering to
my spirit. It must be true. I have resisted Him, and He made me
miserable. I deserve it. I deserve to die. When any of my men dare to
resist me I kill them. I have dared to resist the Great Father, yet He
has not killed me. Why not? you tell me He is full of love and mercy
even to His rebels! I believe it. You say, He sent His Son Jesus to
die for me, and to deliver me from my sins. It is well, I accept this
Saviour--and all my people shall accept Him."

"My brother's voice makes me glad," returned Waroonga; "but while you
can accept this Saviour for yourself, it is not possible to force other
people to do so."

"Not possible!" cried the despotic chief, with vehemence. "Do you not
know that I can force my people to do whatever I please?--at least I can
kill them if they refuse."

"You cannot do that and, at the same time, be a Christian."

"But," resumed Ongoloo, with a look of, so to speak, fierce perplexity,
"I can at all events make them burn their idols."

"True, but that would only make them hate you in their hearts, and
perhaps worship their idols more earnestly in secret. No, my brother;
there is but one weapon given to Christians, but that is a sharp and
powerful weapon. It is called Love; we must _win_ others to Christ by
voice and example, we may not drive them. It is not permitted. It is
not possible."

The chief cast his frowning eyes on the ground, and so remained for some
time, while the missionary silently prayed. It was a critical moment.
The man so long accustomed to despotic power could not easily bring his
mind to understand the process of _winning_ men. He did, indeed, know
how to win the love of his wives and children--for he was naturally of
an affectionate dis