His home was twenty-five miles off, in the mountains, and she hoped
that winter snows would soon shield her from his dreaded visits.
Little did she think that his next coming would result in his
salvation. In February he again presented himself at her door in his
Koordish costume, gun, dagger, and belt of ammunition all complete.
He came on Saturday, when many of the pupils were weeping over their
sins; and the teacher could not but feel that the wolf had too truly
entered the fold. He ridiculed their anxiety for salvation, and
opposed the work of grace, in his own reckless way. She tried to
guard her charge from his attacks as best she could; but they were
too divinely convinced of sin to be much affected by what he said.
His own daughter, at length, distressed at his conduct, begged him
to go alone with her to pray. (The window on the right of the
central door of the Seminary points out the place.) Ho mocked and
jeered, but went, confident in his power to cure her superstition.
"Do you not think that I too can pray?" And he repeated over his
form in ancient Syriac, as a wizard would mutter his incantation.
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