of a soul without Christ, which made them cry to him for mercy; and they had truly experienced grace and the forgiveness of sin in his precious blood, by which their hearts were filled with joy and comfort in believing.  Out of the abundance of their hearts, therefore, their mouths spake of the love and power of Jesus, by which a very serious impression was made on the whole inhabitants of the settlement, and all longed to be partakers of the same grace.  This spark of the Lord’s own kindling spread rapidly; and the missionaries had daily visits, either from inquirers crying out, what shall we do to be saved? or from those who had obtained peace, to tell them what the Lord had done for them.  A widow, in reference to a conversation she had with one of the missionaries the day before, expressed herself thus:  “Now I rejoice that I can again visit the meetings, where I hear of Him who, notwithstanding all my worthlessness, has so loved me!  When we are assembled, I will ever pray to Jesus that he would put such words in your mouth as will speak to my heart.”  Another said, “I am often moved to tears when I consider what God my Saviour has done for me.  I start back with terror when I reflect upon my former wicked life.  I have been an abominable sinner; and that Jesus should have received me in mercy, and granted me to believe that his blood can wash away all my sins, and deliver me from the power of evil, is a favour so great that I am amazed at it, and sink down with shame and gratitude.  I can do nothing but look to him.  I am as one walking upon a smooth sheet of ice, and obliged at every step to guard against falling.  He must uphold me, and for this my heart is constantly lifted up in prayer to him.”  The observation of a third was, “I am convinced that I have hitherto failed in truly hungering and thirsting after the love of the Saviour; since my baptism I have been as one standing where the road is divided.”  Several others made similar declarations.

While this heavenly flame was in full blaze at Hopedale, two young Esquimaux, Siksigak and Kapik, arrived there from Nain, February 1805.  Their parents were both baptized; they were as wild as the wildest of the heathen.  The former had separated from his wife, who was baptized, for some time and meant to convey her back to her mother, to get rid of an incumbrance, intending to marry another at Nain, who promised to second him better in his heathenish abominations—­to leave the believers altogether, and along with his companion, to enjoy his freedom, and live with him in the gratification of every evil lust.  But they were both arrested by the power of the Lord.  Siksigak, as soon as they reached Hopedale, took his wife, Benigna, to her mother, the widow Rachel’s, and pushing her in said, “Never come more in my sight.”  He then went to his own mother’s house, on entering which he found the Esquimaux engaged in prayer, as was their custom before they went to rest; for she had been converted, joined the church,