and was married to a second husband.  The family did not allow themselves to be disturbed by his arrival, and he sat down quite astonished at what he saw and heard, till prayer was ended, when he informed them for what purpose he had come.  The whole company then began to entreat him most earnestly not to part from his wife, but rather to turn with his whole heart to Jesus.  The missionaries likewise added their exhortations, but without avail; he still persisted in his determination.  His relations perceiving that he was immoveably fixed, resorted to prayer; and, on the following day, they all assembled around him in his mother’s house, kneeled down, and cried unto our Saviour that he would convert him.  The mother expressed herself thus, “O! my Lord Jesus! behold this is my child, I now give him up to thee!  O accept of him, and suffer him not to be lost forever!”

Such a scene, so unprecedented and so unexpected, had an immediate effect on the young man; he was filled with concern for his soul’s salvation.  He burst from them, and in the greatest distress ran to brother Kohlmeister’s, where Kapik was waiting for him with the greatest impatience.

Provisions being placed before them, Kohlmeister sat down to write at a table with his back turned to them.  While attempting to eat, Siksigak repeatedly sighed deeply, and at length began bitterly to lament his wretched state in disjointed exclamations:  “O! how agonizing the thought!  I am so wicked!  I am lost!” “What is it? what do you want?” asked his companion in a rude and angry tone.  “O!  I am so wicked!  I am lost!” replied the tortured Siksigak.  Kohlmeister, who thought some accident had befallen him, turned round in an indifferent manner and asked him what is your name?  Kapik, supposing the question addressed to him, answered, “Kapik.”  “And will you always continue to be Kapik?” said Kohlmeister.  “I will always be Kapik,” returned the other.[H] “Wilt thou go away then and be quiet?” said the missionary, sharply.  Meanwhile, he was observing Siksigak, who, in his agony and confusion, was turning the spoon in his hand, and bringing it to his mouth empty, apparently without knowing what he was about.  Kapik, still more distracted than his companion, threw his spoon from him and rushed out of the house.  He was met at the door by another missionary who, seeing his wild appearance, asked him, “Will you never change your life—­never be converted?” “I know nothing about conversion,” replied Kapik, and went off in a rage.  Coming to his cousin’s where he was to sleep, he found the whole family engaged in their evening worship, and at the instant he entered, he heard his relative praying for his conversion.  That night he retired silently to bed.