When I came to Will Atkins’s house, (I may call it so, for such a house, or such a piece of basket-work, I believe was not standing in the world again!) I say, when I came thither I found the young woman I have mentioned above, and William Atkins’s wife, were become intimates; and this prudent and religious young woman had perfected the work Will Atkins had begun; and though it was not above four days after what I have related, yet the new-baptized savage woman was made such a Christian as I have seldom heard of any like her, in all my observation or conversation in the world.

It came next into my mind in the morning, before I went to them, that among all the needful things I had to leave with them, I had not left a Bible; in which I shewed myself less considering for them than my good friend the widow was for me, when she sent me the cargo of 100_l_. from Lisbon, where she packed up three Bibles and a Prayer-book.  However, the good woman’s charity had a greater extent than ever she imagined, for they were reserved for the comfort and instruction of those that made much better use of them than I had done.

I took one of the Bibles in my pocket; and when I came to William Atkins’s tent, or house, I found the young woman and Atkins’s baptized wife had been discoursing of religion together (for William Atkins told it me with a great deal of joy.) I asked if they were together now?  And he said yes; so I went into the house, and he with me, and we found them together, very earnest in discourse:  “O Sir,” says William Atkins, “when God has sinners to reconcile to himself, and aliens to bring home, he never wants a messenger:  my wife has got a new instructor—­I knew I was unworthy, as I was incapable of that work—­that young woman has been sent hither from Heaven—­she is enough to convert a whole island of savages.”  The young woman blushed, and rose up to go away, but I desired her to sit still; I told her she had a good work upon her hands, and I hoped God would bless her in it.

We talked a little, and I did not perceive they had any book among them, though I did not ask, but I put my hand in my pocket, and pulled out my Bible.  “Here,” said I to Atkins, “I have brought you an assistant, that perhaps you had not before.”  The man was so confounded, that he was not able to speak for some time; but recovering himself, he takes it with both hands, and turning to his wife, “Here, my dear,” says he, “did not I tell you our God, though he lives above, could hear what we said?  Here is the book I prayed for when you and I kneeled down under the bush; now God has heard us, and sent it.”  When he had said thus, the man fell in such transports of a passionate joy, that between the joy of having it, and giving God thanks for it, the tears ran down his face like a child that was crying.