It was a real joy to my poor slave to hear me talk of these things. He sat still for a long time, then gave a sigh, and told me that he would say "O" to Beek no more, for he was but a short way off, and yet could not hear, till men went up the hill to speak to him.
"Did you go up the hill to speak to him?" said I.
"No, Okes go up to Beek, not young mans."
"What do Okes say to him?"
"They say 'O.'"
Now that I brought my man Friday to know that Beek was not the true God, such was the sense he had of my worth, that I had fears lest I should stand in the place of Beek. I did my best to call forth his faith in Christ, and make it strong and clear, till at last—thanks be to the Lord—I brought him to the love of Him, with the whole grasp of his soul.
To please my poor slave, I gave him a sketch of my whole life; I told him where I was born, and where I spent my days when a child. He was glad to hear tales of the land of my birth, and of the trade which we keep up, in ships, with all parts of the known world. I gave him a knife and a belt, which made him dance with joy.
One day as we stood on the top of the hill at the east side of the isle, I saw him fix his eyes on the main land, and stand for a long time to, gaze at it; then jump and sing, and call out to me.
"What do you see?" said I.
"Oh joy!" said he, with a fierce glee in his eyes, "Oh glad! There see my land!"