But Fluellina, who had caught the words, said: "It is in my bosom." The missionary reached down and drew it forth, and, as he did so, all the men noticed the red stains upon it, while he himself felt the warm, fresh blood upon his hand.

Instinctively he opened the volume at the fifteenth chapter of Corinthians, that beautiful letter of the Apostle's, in which the triumphant and glorious resurrection of the body at the last day is pictured in the sublime language of inspiration: "'As is the earthy, such are they also that are earthy; and as is the heavenly, such are they also that are heavenly.
"'And as we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly.
"'Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; neither doth corruption inherit incorruption.
"'Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed.
"'In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
"'For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality.
"'So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
"'Oh death, where is thy sting?
Oh grave, where is thy victory?
--'" The hands of Oonomoo and Fluellina, which had still remained clasped upon the lap of the missionary, suddenly closed with incredible force, and rising to the sitting position, as if assisted by an invisible arm, they both opened their eyes to their widest extent, and fixing them for a moment upon the clear sky above, sunk slowly and quietly back, dead! A profound stillness reigned for several minutes after it was certain the spirits of Oonomoo and Fluellina had departed.

Gently removing their heads from his lap to the ground, the missionary arose, and in so doing, broke the spell that was resting upon all.

Niniotan stood like a statue, his arms folded and his stony gaze fixed upon the senseless forms of his parents.

Placing his hand upon his head, the man of God addressed him in the tones of a father: "Let Niniotan heed the words of Oonomoo; let him grow up a Christian warrior, and when his spirit leaves this world, it will join his and Fluellina's in the happy hunting-grounds in the sky.