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"If He so wills."

"Well, you'll find it right here, but I'm going to give you some
advice first. Take it or leave it. If you stop here, you'll be
cut off in the midst of your labors. And not you alone, but your
men, Bill, my wife--"

"Who is a daughter of Belial and hearkeneth not to the true
Gospel."

"And myself. Not only do you bring trouble upon yourself, but
upon us. I was frozen in with you last winter, as you will well
recollect, and I know you for a good man and a fool. If you think
it your duty to strive with the heathen, well and good; but, do
exercise some wit in the way you go about it. This man, Red
Baptiste, is no Indian. He comes of our common stock, is as bull-
necked as I ever dared be, and as wild a fanatic the one way as
you are the other. When you two come together, hell'll be to pay,
and I don't care to be mixed up in it. Understand? So take my
advice and go away. If you go down-stream, you'll fall in with
the Russians. There's bound to be Greek priests among them, and
they'll see you safe through to Bering Sea,--that's where the
Yukon empties,--and from there it won't be hard to get back to
civilization. Take my word for it and get out of here as fast as
God'll let you."

"He who carries the Lord in his heart and the Gospel in his hand
hath no fear of the machinations of man or devil," the missionary
answered stoutly. "I will see this man and wrestle with him. One
backslider returned to the fold is a greater victory than a
thousand heathen. He who is strong for evil can be as mighty for
good, witness Saul when he journeyed up to Damascus to bring
Christian captives to Jerusalem. And the voice of the Saviour
came to him, crying, 'Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?' And
therewith Paul arrayed himself on the side of the Lord, and
thereafter was most mighty in the saving of souls. And even as
thou, Paul of Tarsus, even so do I work in the vineyard of the
Lord, bearing trials and tribulations, scoffs and sneers, stripes
and punishments, for His dear sake."

"Bring up the little bag with the tea and a kettle of water," he
called the next instant to his boatmen; "not forgetting the haunch
of cariboo and the mixing-pan."

When his men, converts by his own hand, had gained the bank, the
trio fell to their knees, hands and backs burdened with camp
equipage, and offered up thanks for their passage through the
wilderness and their safe arrival. Hay Stockard looked upon the
function with sneering disapproval, the romance and solemnity of