About this time the hearts of the missionaries were revived by the joyful news, that Tuglavina had begun to think about his soul, and seemed in earnest.  This furious savage, by strength, courage, and activity, had procured a commanding influence among his countrymen; who so highly dreaded him as a chief, and trembled at his supernatural powers as an Angekok, that his word was a law; and he had only to signify to them his pleasure as a revelation from Torngak, when it was instantly executed.  Whoever he pointed out as a victim, his deluded followers were ready to sacrifice.  Besides the numerous murders thus perpetrated, he committed many with his own hands; nor was there any method of controlling or bringing him to an account.  He had, however, at first, and upon many occasions, been of essential service to the mission; and entertained a peculiar respect for the missionaries, particularly “little Jans,” of which a striking instance is narrated in the journals.  At one time, when he returned from the south from Chateau Bay, where he had purchased a two masted shallop, arms and ammunition, &c. he presented himself before Haven dressed in an English officer’s old uniform, swaggering with a cocked hat, and sword by his side.  Haven, with a grave aspect looking him in the face, asked, “What do you want here, Kablunat?” “Do you not know me?” replied the other, “I am Tuglavina.”  “Art thou Tuglavina?” retorted Jans, “then set off this moment, I have nothing to say to you in that attire; but put on thy own dress, and come again and act like a rational Esquimaux, and I will speak to you.”  Tuglavina, confounded, made no reply, but left the room; and without regarding the pitiful figure he was about to cut before his countrymen, laid aside his splendid apparel, resumed his seal skin clothes, and returned to the missionaries.  These holy men, who neglected no opportunity of representing to him the guilt of his crimes, now pointed out the atrocity of the murders he had committed, or occasioned, and sharply reproved him for seducing the baptized to participate with him in his heathenish abominations.  Tuglavina trembled, grew pale, and confessed he was an horrible sinner; but, like some men who call themselves Christians, excused himself on the ground of necessity.  “I must sin,” said he, “for Torngak drives me to it.”  He frequently repeated this confession of his sins; but dazzled by the respect in which he was held by his countrymen, it was extremely difficult for him to think of relinquishing this flattering distinction, and humble himself under the mighty hand of God.  But at length the time came when this once dreaded chieftain must lose his influence.  His bodily vigour began to decline, and he saw and feared an enemy in every one of those whose relations he had murdered.  He began to grow poor, and his numerous wives either deserted him or were carried away by force; of the whole number one only clave to him in his adversity.  Amid this extraordinary change of circumstances conscience awoke, and in his desolate state he had nothing with which to still its voice—­his sins and his evil deeds stood in array before him, and he resorted to the brethren for consolation.  He declared his resolution now cordially to renounce heathenism; and in October 1793, was permitted, with his wife and children, to reside at Nain.