‘I will believe all you tell me, dear Henrich,’ answered the ingenuous girl; ’for I am sure you would never say the thing that is not.[*] But what do you mean by a Savior?  Is it some one who will save you from the power of the evil spirit Hobbamock—­the enemy of the red men?’

[Footnote:  The Indian expression for speaking a falsehood.]

Then Henrich told her of Jesus the Merciful—­Him who came to save a world that was lost and ruined through sin; and to die for those who deserve nothing but wrath and condemnation.  Long the youthful teacher and his attentive pupil conversed; and many and strange were the questions that Oriana asked, and that Henrich was enabled, by the help of the Spirit, to answer.  The dark searching eyes of the intelligent young Indian were fixed on his, and her glossy black hair was thrown back over her shoulders, while she listened in wonder and admiration to every word that fell from the lips of her’ white brother.’

That evening, a new and awakening source of interest was opened to the young captive, and the dreariness of his life seemed almost to have passed away.  The affection of Oriana had hitherto been his only solace and comfort, and now the hope of repaying that affection by becoming the humble means of leading her out of the darkness of heathenism, and pointing out to her the way of eternal salvation, raised his spirits, and almost reconciled him to his present banishment from home, and all its cherished joys and comforts.

More deeply than ever did he now regret that he was deprived of all access to the Word of Life, from which he might have read and translated the story of mercy to his young disciple, and have taught her the gracious promises of God.  But Henrich had been well taught at home; his truly pious parents had early stored his mind with numerous passages of Scripture; and the effort he now made to recall to his memory all the most interesting stories, and most striking texts, that he had learnt from the Word of God, was the means of fixing them indelibly on his own heart.  He never in after life forgot what he now taught to Oriana.  The instruction was, as is generally the case, quite as much blessed to the teacher as to the learner; and Henrich was himself surprised to find how readily he could call to mind the very passage he wanted; and how easily he could convey its import to Oriana in her own melodious language.

Frequently were these interesting conversations renewed, and never without Henrich’s perceiving, with thankfulness, that Oriana was making progress in spiritual knowledge, and also in quickness of understanding and general intelligence; for it may truly be said, that no kind of learning awakens the dormant powers of the intellect, or quickens the growth of the mind so effectually, as the knowledge of the one true God, who created the spirit, and of his Son who died to redeem it from the ignominious and degrading bondage, of sin and Satan.  Henrich had, at first, imagined