Stoddard,
so that he had asked, "Can it be that God has let him come here to
hinder the work?"--now trembled from head to foot. Mr. Stoddard
prayed with him, and as they rose from their knees, Tamo looked him
in the face, and, with streaming eyes, said, "Thank you, thank you
for caring for my soul."
During the following week, most of the inmates of both Seminaries
were deeply convinced of sin, and daily some souls seemed to come to
the Saviour.
But some things rendered it apparent that the interest was not all
from above. One evening, fifteen or twenty boys were found rolling
on the floor, groaning and crying for mercy. Measures were taken at
once to prevent the repetition of such a scene, and at evening
prayers Mr. Stocking commenced his remarks by asking if any of them
had ever seen the Nazloo River, at Marbeeshoo, near its source.
Startled by what seemed a very untimely question, a few answered,
"Yes." "Was there much water in it?" Wondering what he could mean,
the answer was, "No; very little." "Did it make much noise?" "Yes; a
great deal." The catechist went on: "Have you seen the same river on
the plain?" By this time, every ear was listening, and all replied,
"Yes.
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