62 THE LIFE or

prostrate myself at the mourner’s bench, as soon as an
opportunity offered. We were now invited to approach.
I went to the bench and knelt down by the roots of a
large tree. But how could I pray? I did not under-
stand how to pray; and besides,l thought that the
Great Spirit was too great to listen to the words of a
a poor Indian boy. What added to my misery was,
that it had rained in torrents about three quarters of an
hour, and I was soaking wet. The thunder was appal-
ling, and the lightning terrific. I then tried again to
pray, but I was not able. I did not know what words
to use. My father then prayed with and for me.
Many were praising God, all around me. The storm
now ceased, and nearly all the lights had been extin-
guished by the rain. I still groaned and agonized over
my sins. I was so agitated and alarmed that I knew
not which way to turn in order to get relief. I was like
awounded bird, fluttering for its life. Presently and
suddenly, I saw in my mind, something approaching;
it was like a small but brilliant torch; it appeared to
pass through the leaves of the trees. My poor body
became so enfeebled that I fell; my heart trembled.
The small brilliant light came near to me, and fell upon
my head, and then ran all over and through me, just as
if water had been copiously poured out upon me.
I knew not how long I had lain after my fall; but when
I recovered, my head was in a puddle of water, in a
small ditch. I arose; and 0! how happy I was! I
felt us light as a feather. I clapped my hands, and ex-
claimed in English, “ Glory to Jesus.” I looked
around for my father, and saw him. I told him that I