Again I looked very carefully at the hooks in the back. The
people say that no blood is shed by their introduction, and consider
this to be a miracle. The falsity of this assertion was shown by the
blood which I saw on the side of one of the wounds.
I have been long in this country, and consequently have become so
familiarized with heathenism, that my feelings, though deeply wounded at
this sight, were not so keenly affected as were those of my new
associate, Mr. Chandler. He has been on heathen ground but a short time.
When they tied the man to the beam, he was unnerved and wellnigh
overcome; and he told me, that during all the time he was following the
car, he felt like shedding tears.
While following the car, the young men of America came into my mind.
They refuse to come, said I, to help these miserable creatures. O, they
will not come--they will not come. I thought, that if many of the dear
children of that land--children to whom I lately preached, as well as
others, could witness this poor creature swinging from the end of a long
beam, far above the tops of the trees, and that, too, by hooks passing
through the tender parts of his back, they would say, we will, by and
by, become missionaries, and, by the help of God, proclaim to the
heathen that there is a Saviour.
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