No one but a
missionary could realize the sweetness, the simplicity, the faith,
the eager hope for a good, true life which had been implanted in the
hearts of these Indians. To bear it in mind, to think of what he, as
a missionary and teacher, was to them, relieved him of half his
burden, and for strength to bear the remainder he went to God. For
all worry there is a sovereign cure, for all suffering there is a
healing balm; it is religious faith. Happiness had suddenly flashed
with a meteor-like radiance into Young's life only to be snuffed out
like a candle in a windy gloom, but his work, his duty remained. So
in his trial he learned the necessity of resignation. He chaffed no
more at the mysterious, seemingly brutal methods of nature; he
questioned no more. He wondered no more at the apparent indifference
of Providence. He had one hope, which was to be true to his faith,
and teach it to the end.
Nell mastered her grief by an astonishing reserve of strength.
Undoubtedly it was that marvelously merciful power which enables a
person, for the love of others, to bear up under a cross, or even to
fight death himself. As Young had his bright-eyed Indian boys and
girls, who had learned Christianity from him, and whose future
depended on him, so Nell had her aged and weakening uncle to care
for and cherish.
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