All this was a great mystery to the Delaware. He could not grasp
the simple but sublime truths which lie at the foundation of
Christianity. But he longed to do so. At midnight he lay trying to
sleep in the silent woods, looking up at the stars and meditating
on the wonderful Being who had done all this. In the simplicity of
his nature, he talked to that awful and dimly comprehended Father
of all races and peoples, and asked Him to tell Omas what he should
say, and do, and think.
Unknown to him, To-wika his wife had listened to the teachings of
the missionaries, and she had traversed further along the path of
light than he.
When, therefore, he told her of his longings, his questionings,
his distress, his wretchedness, and his groping in the dark, she
was able to say a great deal that helped to clear away the fogs
and mists from his clouded brain.
But Omas was in the very depth of darkness, and almost despair,
when the fearful episode of Wyoming came. It was in desperation he
went into that conflict, as a man will sometimes do to escape, as
it were, from himself.
He fought like a demon, but he could not hush the still small voice
within his breast. He felt that he must have relief, or he would
do that which a wild Indian never does--make away with himself.
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