At first he was much surprised at the gathering, and especially puzzled
and perplexed at seeing his wife sitting there by the side of the wife
of the missionary. Before he could say anything, I pointed out a seat
for him where he would be in full view of his brother Indians, and yet,
where his presence would not overawe, or crush down his wife. Soon
after, I locked the church door and said:

"Let us pray."

After prayers I turned to Betsy, and said:

"Now Betsy, if what you told Mrs Young and me in the mission house is
true, and I believe it is, I want you now to tell the story over again
that these Christian men may hear it. Never mind the fact of Robert's
being here; if he is a Christian, as he says he is, the hearing of it
will, I hope, do him good."

The faces of those Indians were studies. None knew, not even Robert
himself, what Betsy had to say; and so they waited in amazement to hear
her story.

With an encouraging word from Mrs Young, she began; and although at
first she was timid and nervous, she soon recovered her self-possession,
and in a perfectly natural manner told the story of the treatment she
and the girls had received from the hands of her husband. With renewed
emphasis she dwelt on that which seemed to have given her the most
sorrow? "If he had not so professed to be a Christian, I would not have
so much minded it."

Indians are the best listeners in the world. They never interrupt
anyone in his talk. And so, even Robert, who at first was simply
dumbfounded and amazed, controlled himself and held his peace. Very few
white men could have done so. I had purposely so placed him, that if he
had suddenly attempted violence, stronger men could instantly have
restrained him. But nothing of the kind was attempted. As his wife
went on and on, showing the difference between his conduct toward her
and their girls, and that of the other Christian men toward their wives
and daughters, Robert's head went lower and lower, until there he sat,
humiliated and disgraced before his brethren. When Betsy finished her
talk and sat down, I turned to the good men there assembled and merely
said:

"What do you think of such conduct on the part of one who professes to
be a Christian?"

Their indignation knew no bounds. Indian like, they had let Betsy tell
her whole story without any interruption; but the looks on their faces
as she proceeded, told how deeply affected they were. Now that they had
hear