W.A.—She said she liked it very well, as it was much better than in her country.
R.C.—But did you tell her what marriage was?
W.A.—Ay, ay, there began our dialogue. I asked her if she would be married to me our way. She asked me what way that was; I told her marriage was appointed by God; and here we had a strange talk together, indeed, as ever man and wife had, I believe.
N.B.—This dialogue between Will Atkins and his wife, which I took down in writing just after he told it me, was as follows:—
Wife.—Appointed by your God!—Why, have you a God in your country?
W.A.—Yes, my dear, God is in every country.
Wife.—No your God in my country; my country have the great old Benamuckee God.
W.A.—Child, I am very unfit to show you who God is; God is in heaven and made the heaven and the earth, the sea, and all that in them is.
Wife.—No makee de earth; no you God makee all earth; no makee my country.
[Will Atkins laughed a little at her expression of God not making her country.]