It is a heavy cross; six men could scarcely carry it.
Oh! Messenger, I am not afraid--and yet, have you no medicine?
If not, I fear that the lightning will fall upon the cross as it fell upon the pole and then----" "Listen, Nodwengo," said Owen, "I know a medicine, but I will not use it.

You see that waggon chain?
Were one end of it buried in the ground and the other with a spear blade made fast to it hung to the top of the cross, we could live out the fiercest storm in safety.

But I say that I will not use it.

Are we witch doctors that we should take refuge in tricks?
No, let faith be our shield, and if it fail us, then let us die.
Pray now with me that it may not fail us." ***** It was afternoon.

All round the Field of Fire were gathered thousands upon thousands of the people of the Amasuka.