Yet when I said that I did not agree with him, but thought that they were decent folk, though rather backward, he came round to my opinion in a trice, exclaiming: 'Ah, how true you speak! It is that they are backward.

They will neffer be no better till they get the Gosbel light, the liffin water.' I told him he was talking nonsense; that, for my part, I thought the missionaries did more harm than good, and once again he changed his standpoint, though less boldly, saying: 'It is so delightful to talk thus freely to a noble English gentleman.
God knows that I could listen for a day without fatigue, you talk so sweet.

And what you say is all so new to me.' And he proceeded to relate with what severity the English missionaries treated native converts like himself, mentioning many wicked things which they had done in his remembrance.

I could not but admire his versatility and total lack of shame in his desire to please.

Thus talking, we approached the village of his fears.
'If I was by myself I should be much afraid,' he fawned; 'but not with you.