Ask my servant, the little Hottentot Hans; he will tell you about him." "Ah! a very good man.

Well, as you may have guessed, mine is not, though there is much good in him, for he has a kind heart, and a big brain.

But the drink and those women down there, they ruin him," and she wrung her hands.
"Why don't you go away ?" I blurted out.
"Because it is my duty to stop.

That is what my religion teaches me, although of it I know little except through books, who have seen no priest for years except one who was a missionary, a Baptist, I think, who told me that my faith was false and would lead me to hell.

Yes, not understanding how I lived, he said that, who did not know that hell is here.