When he saw the priest, he raised his hat respectfully, yet with an air of equality.
"Good day, Monseigneur" (this honour of the Church had come at last to the aged missionary), he said warmly.

"Good day--good day!" The priest raised his hat and murmured the name, "Ingolby." As the distance grew between them, he said sadly: "These are the men who change the West, who seize it, and divide it, and make it their own-- "'I will rejoice, and divide Sichem: and mete out the valley of Succoth.' "Hush! Hush!" he said to himself in reproach.

"These things must be.

The country must be opened up.

That is why I came--to bring the Truth before the trader." Now another traveller came riding out of Lebanon towards him, galloping his horse up-hill and down.