"I see, I see," MacLeod chuckled dryly. "It's partly a matter of the
Methodist Church tryin' to compete with the fathers, eh? Well, I am no
what ye'd call devout. I ha' had much experience wi' these red folk, an'
them that's both red an' white. An' I dinna agree with ye aboot their
speeritual needs. I think ye sky-pilots would do better to leave them to
their ain gods, such as they are. Man, do ye know that it's better than
a century since the fathers began their missionary labors? A hundred
years of teachin' an' preachin'. The sum of it a' is next to
nothin'--an' naebody knows that better than the same fathers. They're
wise, keen-sighted men, too. What good they do they do in a material
way. If men like ye came here wi' any certitude of lightenin' the
struggle for existence--but ye canna do that; or at least ye dinna do
that. Ye'll find that neither red men nor white ha' time or inclination
to praise the Lord an' his grace an' bounty when their life's one long
struggle wi' hardships an' adversity. The God ye offer them disna
mitigate these things. Forbye that, the Indian disna want to be
Christianized. When ye come to a determination of abstract qualities,
his pagan beliefs are as good for him as the God of the Bible. What
right ha' we to cram oor speeritual dogmas doon his gullet?"
MacLeod applied himself to relighting his pipe. Thompson gathered
himself together. He was momentarily stricken with speechless amazement.
He knew there were such things as critical unbelievers, but he had never
encountered one in the flesh. His life had been too excellently
supervised and directed in youth by the spinster aunts. Nor does
materialistic philosophy flourish in a theological seminary. Young men
in training for the ministry are taught to strangle doubt whenever it
rears its horrid head, to see only with the single eye of faith.
Neither the bitterness of experience nor a natural gentleness of spirit
had ever permitted Thompson to know the beauty and wisdom of tolerance.
Whosoever disputed his creed and his consecrated purpose must be in
error. The evangelical spirit glowed within him when he faced the factor
across the little table. Figuratively speaking he cleared for action.
His host, being a hard-headed son of a disputatious race, met him more
than half-way. As a result midnight found them still wordily engaged,
one maintaining with emotional fervor that man's spiritual welfare was
the end and aim of human existence; the other as outspoken--if more
calmly and critically so--in his assertion that a tooth-and-toenail
struggle for existence left no room in any rational man's life for the
manner of religion set forth in general by churches and churchmen. The
edge of acrimony crept into the argument.
"The Lord said, 'Leave all thou hast and follow me,'" Thompson declared.
"My dear sir, you cannot dispute--"