a hill to another way home Captain Bernadino, jumping from behind a bush, caught my horse by the bridle.  He had an assassin at his heels, with axe in hand, asking every minute what he should do.  Captain Bernadino wore out his stick on my horse, planting the last stroke across my loins; then he struck me about a dozen times in the breast with his fist.  I said to him, ’Captain, why are you beating me, I believe in God; do not you also?’ Stopping and panting he said, ‘Do you believe in God, you rascal?’ ‘Yes,’ I said, ’and Jesus also who came to save us sinners.’  ’Don’t let up, don’t let up, hit him, hit him,’ cried his wife and children.  He pulled the bridle from my hands, led my horse into a pond close by, and gathering mud, pelted me from foot to shoulder.  Then leaving my horse, he went after Captain Egydio, who was guarded by another assassin.  On passing his son-in-law, kneeling, he struck him on the head, saying, ‘Get up, you fool!’ Leading the Captain’s horse into the water, he covered him with mud from foot to head.  Then, putting our bridles up, he beat our horses and told us to go, never to be seen in those parts any more.  My bridle reins he crossed, which fact caused me when I passed his wife, who stood with a long stick upraised, to strike me, to turn my horse upon her instead of away from her, and the horse came near running over her.  She struck and fell back, the stick falling across my horse’s neck.  Such a pandemonium of mad voices, cursing and shouting as we left I never heard.  It took us till night to reach home.  The family took it as an honor, and smiling and laughing, we were spending the evening merrily, when at nine or ten o’clock a rap at the door caused us all to suspend our hilarity.  It was that son-in-law of the persecutor, bringing his wife, asking to be baptized.  She had witnessed the persecution her father gave us, and on her husband’s return to the house, she told him the scene made her think of the Apostles and that now she was determined to be baptized.  At first I thought of bloodshed, for her father had threatened to kill her, her mother, Captain Egydio and the man who baptized her.  But I had always taught them to obey Christ and leave results with Him, so we heard her experience and at midnight I baptized her.

Captain Egydio did not complain of our treatment nor did I ever mention it to our Consul.

When he gave his heart to Christ he gave his life and all.  He followed where his conscience led.  Before his conversion he was a great smoker.  The missionary asked him one day if he smoked for the glory of God.  He took the cigarette from his mouth, threw it away and never smoked again.  This was characteristic of his determination and his unfaltering devotion to what he esteemed to be right.

The end came swiftly one night.  He had an attack apparently of indigestion which carried him speedily away.  The symptoms seemed to indicate that he had been poisoned.  All that night he spent in prayer and in singing hymns.  He died leaving his benediction upon his family and upon those Brazilians who would give their hearts and their services to Jesus Christ.