It was on his tongue more than once, while threading his way
through the wilderness with his friends, to appeal to Mrs. Ripley;
but with a natural shrinking he held back, fearing that with his
broken words he could not make her understand his misery.
The only recourse was to go to To-wika, his wife. He had asked her
to talk further with the missionaries, and then to repeat their
words to him.
So it was that when he stole from the camp fire like a thief in the
night, it was not to return and take part in the scenes of violence
in which he had already been so prominent an actor, but to do the
very opposite.
It was a long tramp through the forest to his own wigwam, and his
people were aflame with excitement because of Wyoming; but the
warrior hardly paused night and day until he flung himself at the
feet of To-wika and begged that he might die.
From this remarkable woman Linna had inherited more mental strength
than from her iron hearted father. To-wika talked soothingly to
him, and for the first time in his blind groping he caught a glimmer
of light. The blessed Word which had brought comfort and happiness
to her is for all people and conditions, no matter how rude, how
ignorant, and how fallen.
But To-wika felt the need of human help.
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