W.A. It is all our own fault.
Wife. But you say me he is great, much great, have much great power; can make kill when he will: why he no make kill when you no serve him? no say O to him? no be good mans?
W.A. That is true; he might strike me dead, and I ought to expect it; for I have been a wicked wretch, that is true: but God is merciful, and does not deal with us as we deserve.
Wife. But then do not you tell God tankee for that too?
W.A. No, Indeed; I have not thanked God for his mercy, any more than I have feared God for his power.
Wife. Then you God no God; me no tink, believe he be such one, great much power, strong; no makee kill you, though you makee him much angry!
W.A. What! will my wicked life hinder you from believing in God! What a dreadful creature am I! And what a sad truth is it, that the horrid lives of Christians hinder the conversion of heathens!
Wife. Now me tink you have great much God up there, (she points up to heaven) and yet no do well, no do good ting? Can he tell? Sure he no tell what you do.
W.A. Yes, yes, he knows and sees all things; he hears us speak, sees what we do, knows what we think, though we do not speak.
Wife What! he no hear you swear, curse, speak the great damn?