Mrs. Gambell's disappointment was painful to 

 see. She sought out the woman, and found her 

 much the worse for partaking of her own stock 

 in trade, but at length persuaded her to retvirn 

 to the schoolhouse, and after a day of earnest 

 persuasion reformed her again. This time her 

 repentance seemed genuine. Weeping great 

 tears, she brought the new still to me to destroy, 

 and promised never to make another. 



Again we established her at the schoolhouse, 

 resolved to watch over her kindly, and succeeded 

 in keeping her there for four days, when she 

 slipped away at dead of night, and when next 

 we heard from her she was running a new still 

 " full blast " at the worst place in the village ! 



Not growing weary in well-doing, my wife 

 went to Hoonakia once more, but with less hope 

 than at first, I fear, and by the exercise of sis- 

 terly kindness, converted her for the third time 

 from the error of her ways. A relapse ensued 

 on the fourth day, however. The same thing 

 happened again, and when Hoonakia brought 

 her fourth still to me, I suggested that she 

 should also bring all that remained of her stock 

 of wheat flour and molasses. This she did, in 

 all honesty, for there was no doubt of the genu- 

 ineness of Hoonakia's change of heai't — while it 

 lasted. 



The difficulty with her lay in the fact that, as 

 Mrs. Gambell .said, there was "nothing to her — 

 no conscience, no intellect, just a few weak 

 little emotions and a vicious api)etite." Alas, 



that such characters are not confined to savage 

 life ! 



I broke the fourth gooseneck, threw the gun- 

 barrel into a snow-bank and crushed the old oil- 

 can with the poll of the kitchen axe ; and that 

 done, I placed the flour-sacks and the three large 

 skinfuls of molasses in our storehouse. 



By this time I was only too well aware that 

 there wovild be no lasting reform in that village 

 as long as Hoonakia could secure materials for 

 making whiskey; and I was at a loss what I 

 ought to do with the flour and molasses. That 

 night, after school, I asked my faithful boy, 

 Kannakut, to go to walk down to the beach 

 with me. He now spoke English with a fair de- 

 gree of fluency. 



"Kannakut," I said, "what do you think of 

 Hoonakia ? " 



He is a reserved, self-respecting boy, and hesi- 

 tated before replying. " If a whale-ship comes, 

 by and by, I hope she will go away," he said, at 

 length. 



"You think that the gun-water is bad, then '! " 

 1 asked, by way of sounding his opinion. 



"I think it is very bad," he replied. This, in- 

 deed, was the sentiment among all the boys and 

 girls at the scliool. We had made the evils that 

 come from intoxicants jilain to them; and of 

 late they had not lacked for sad examjiles of the 

 truth of our teachings. 



After it had grown dark we returned, and I 

 showed Kannakut the wheat flour sacks and the 



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