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our present journey into the interior, my brother willingly accepted the 
oiler, because he not only spoke English and Creole Dutch but, in addi- 
tion, knew three different Indian languages: that this desire of accom- 
panying us on the trip had nothing whatever to do with the spontaneous 
emotions resulting from the mutual greeting was proved by the enduring 
attachment of this faithful fellow up to the very last moment of our stay 
in Guiana. 
733. His people had lost all faith in honest and upright Sororeng 
after his journey to London. As he often told me afterwards, ‘‘They 
take me for a damned liar, for when I told them that over there are to be 
seen animals even larger than jaguars and cows, and I had seen for 
instance, an immense Long-nose (elephant) and a Long-neck (giraffe) 
which were as large as a house, my friends got up and left me. Since 
then,” he added “I rather tell them nothing more, because they would 
not believe me at all.” Sororeng was one of the few survivors of the 
once very powerful tribe of Paravilhanos whose district extended into 
the environs of the Rio Branco. 
734. Since no more settlements were to be expected on the banks of 
the Essequibo, we spent six days here to obtain sufficient supplies of 
cassava bread and at the same time to send back one of the smaller corials 
to Arnpa, under the captaincy of a coloured man, to fetch the things we 
had left behind, Mr. Youd lending us one of his boats to replace it: 
some of the Indians from Waraputa were engaged to paddle it down. 
Mr. Youd wanted to wait for the arrival of the military expedition at 
Waraputa and join it there. 
735. I was very pleased with the school instruction as carried out 
by Mr. Youd’s assistant, who ran the mission by himself after his 
principal's departure. Amongst the children who were being taught I 
found a little Macusi girl five years of age who read and wrote quite 
correctly. Mr. Youd shared Mr. Bernau’s conviction that it was almost 
impossible to teach the older Indians Christian morality and keep them 
civilised: in the minds of the young generation on the contrary, the 
scattered seeds found a fruitful soil and promised the most beautiful 
fruit. I often had many a talk with Mr. Youd over his blessed sphere 
of labour and believe that his band of youthful pupils, though small, yet 
imbued with the elements of the true religious spirit and education, 
would put to shame many a missionary who advertises in unctuous 
speech, e.g., that “so many souls have found Salvation, that so many 
can say ‘Our Father,’ that so many know the Christian belief, etc.,” but 
fails to add that this is only a matter of speech expressed with the lips, 
of which the heart is totally ignorant. Mr. Youd could certainly 
not speak of the thousands he had brought to Christianity, but he surely 
could do so of a small throng who, thiough his agency, really received 
the blessings of the Gospel and had learnt to appreciate the higher senti- 
ments. His beautiful and true adage was : “The way to do it is not by 
just saying Lord, Lord!” 
736. We all attended the Sunday service which must have proved a 
trying ordeal for the brave missionary, for he held this first of all for us 
in English, then for the Macusi Indians in their own language, and 
