“I know what that was!” cried Laurence.

“He sat down in his study,” continued Grandfather, “and began a translation of the Bible into the Indian tongue.  It was while he was engaged in this pious work, that the mint-master gave him our great chair.  His toil needed it, and deserved it.”

“O, Grandfather, tell us all about that Indian Bible!” exclaimed Laurence.  “I have seen it in the library of the Athenaeum; and the tears came into my eyes, to think that there were no Indians left to read it.”

Chapter VIII

As Grandfather was a great admirer of the Apostle Eliot, he was glad to comply with the earnest request which Laurence had made, at the close of the last chapter.  So he proceeded to describe how good Mr. Eliot labored, while he was at work upon

THE INDIAN BIBLE

My dear children, what a task would you think it, even with a long lifetime before you, were you bidden to copy every chapter and verse, and word, in yonder great family Bible!  Would not this be a heavy toil?  But if the task were, not to write off the English Bible, but to learn a language, utterly unlike all other tongues,—­a language which hitherto had never been learned, except by the Indians themselves, from their mothers’ lips,—­a language never written, and the strange words of which seemed inexpressible by letters;—­if the task were, first, to learn this new variety of speech, and then to translate the Bible into it, and to do it so carefully, that not one idea throughout the holy book should be changed,—­what would induce you to undertake this toil?  Yet this was what the Apostle Eliot did.

It was a mighty work for a man, now growing old, to take upon himself.  And what earthly reward could he expect from it?  None; no reward on earth.  But he believed that the red men were the descendants of those lost tribes of Israel of whom history has been able to tell us nothing, for thousands of years.  He hoped that God had sent the English across the ocean, Gentiles as they were, to enlighten this benighted portion of his once chosen race.  And when he should be summoned hence, he trusted to meet blessed spirits in another world, whose bliss would have been earned by his patient toil, in translating the Word of God.  This hope and trust were far dearer to him, than any thing that earth could offer.

Sometimes, while thus at work, he was visited by learned men, who desired to know what literary undertaking Mr. Elliot had in hand.  They, like himself, had been bred in the studious cloisters of a university, and were supposed to possess all the erudition which mankind has hoarded up from age to age.  Greek and Latin were as familiar to them as the babble of their childhood.  Hebrew was like their mother tongue.  They had grown gray in study; their eyes were bleared with poring over print and manuscript by the light of the midnight lamp.