Christian faith.

"Do the Indians listen to what he says?" inquired Bernard.

"They listen; Indian always listen," said Esther, "and the wind blow
the words through the ears."

"I suppose so," said the young man, laughing. "Holden may now
truly call himself the voice of one crying in the wilderness, and a
wilderness it is likely to remain."

There was something both in the manner and language that jarred the
feelings of Faith, and she said:

"I will never give up the hope that these poor people may be
Christianized. Do you not think, Esther, that there has been an
improvement in the habits of the tribe within a few years?"

Esther hung down her head, and only answered, "Indian will be Indian."

"I will not despair," said Faith. "Be sure, Esther, you come to the
house before you return. I have something for you, and a message for
Father Holden.

"I can conceive of no character," said Faith, after they had parted
from Esther, "more noble than that of the Christian missionary. He is
the true redresser of wrongs, the only real knight that ever lived.
You smile," she said, looking at Bernard. "Do you not think so?"

"I think with you," he replied. "There can be no nobler man than he