Then I met a preacher who spoke of having intended to go West with a Mr.Wells, of the Moravian Mission.

I immediately said I would go in his place, and here I am.

I'm fortunate in that I have found both him and you." "I'm sorry I didn't kill Jewett; I certainly meant to.

Anyway, there's some comfort in knowing I left my mark on him.

He was a sneaking, cold-blooded fellow, with his white hair and pale face, and always fawning round the girls.