'Shall I cut your hair?' asked the Bishop.
This strange question was understood perfectly well by the chief. It meant that he must cut off the bad old habit of going on the war-path.
'No, I cannot allow you to cut my hair,' he answered, reluctantly, for he was not ready to give up going on the war-path.
'Well, you cannot become a Christian unless you cut your hair,' said the Bishop, sorrowfully.
The chief went away, but he still attended the services which the Bishop held, and after some months came again to the Bishop.
'I want to be sure of that life after death,' he said. 'Please make me a Christian.'
'Shall I cut your hair?' asked the Bishop again.
'Yes; do whatever you like with me so long as you make me a Christian,' answered the chief.
Thus the chief eventually became a Christian, and many of his tribe followed his example.