A church was built for him, gray and strong, like his house.

It was fitted with comfortable pews, a pulpit, a reading-desk, and a movable table of wood decently covered with a crimson cloth.

Beyond the church stood the school he had attended as a boy, whitewashed without and draped inside with maps and illuminated texts.

A salary, not princely but sufficient, was voted to Mr.Conneally, and he was given authority over a Scripture-reader and a schoolmaster.

The whole group of mission buildings--the rectory, the church, and the school--stood, like types of the uncompromising spirit of Protestantism, upon the bare hillside, swept by every storm, battered by the Atlantic spray.