“We will not hurt you; let us fight it out,” the chief begged.
“No, no; you must stop, and see that you do not hurt my friend Kone.”
When quiet came at last, Mr. Chalmers told them all, that he could not stay with them if they fought so, and that if they wished to have him there, they must not kill each other.
After the Loloans were gone, the men of Delena gathered round him to thank him.
“If you had not been here,” they said, “many of us would have been dead, and the others away from their homes for ever.”
While Tamate stayed at Delena, he had a short service each day at sunrise, and another at sunset. At first the natives came to see what the strange white man did. Afterwards they began to care for what he said. They found that this strong chief, who had brought rain when they did not wish it, and peace when they did wish it, cared very much about the words he spoke at sunrise and at sunset. They could see it. His face glowed. The man who had been calm when the arrows flew about him, grew excited when he spoke of his Master Jesus Christ. So they wondered and listened. But Kone waited when the others went away. He wished to know more. Tamate taught him a prayer: “Great Spirit of Love, give me light! Lead me to Christ, for Jesus’ sake.”
It is very simple, but it was not easy for Kone to learn it. Every now and then a smile came to Tamate’s lips. He saw the rainmaker on his way from the village. He knew why he was coming and what he would say.
“Tamate, I have forgotten it.”
Then he learned it again, and went off gladly, only to come back in a little while and say, “I have forgotten it, Tamate.”
But before the house was built Kone had learned that prayer, so that he could never forget it.