say that, or I shall be angry,” said the proud Brahmin; yet it was said many times. For these pharisaical priests there is but little hope; but it is a great point gained when the poor people, who are bound by their false teachings, see their guides confuted and silenced by the simple Word of God.
Sunrise, the next morning, found us with our tent pitched in the neighbouring village of Camakoor, a little village of five hundred inhabitants, with ten temples. We pitched our tent in a beautiful spot, between the large temple and the tank, in a space surrounded by shade trees,[1] and spent two days preaching with much satisfaction to the simple country-folk. Before our tent was up, we were surrounded by half the men and boys of the town, who gazed with unbounded satisfaction upon our every movement. From the washing of our hands and faces onward, each act was full of interest to these untravelled villagers. When Mr. S. drew out his watch, a group of boys, encouraged by his friendly jokes with them, came near to look at it. Opening it, he showed its wheels and motion to them, and
- ↑ See frontispiece.
