And then: 'You are a Brutestant ?' he asked.
I answered that I was a member of the Church of England.
'Ah, thank God!' he cried.

'I also am a Brutestant--a Babtist.' He seemed to think that my avowal made us brothers.
It seemed, from the account he gave me of himself, that he was an evangelist, working to spread the truth among his wicked country-people; for the Christians of the Greek and Latin Churches were both wicked and benighted, he informed me, and would persecute him, like the Muslims, if they got the chance.

It was hard work, he told me, turning up his eyes to heaven.

He grieved to say it, but there seemed no other way to purge the land of all those wicked people save destruction.

He wondered that the Lord had not destroyed them long ago.