"There," Gopinath goes on, "we saw with heartfelt sorrow that the missionary bungalow was burnt to ashes, and the beautiful church totally disfigured. On our arrival swarms of Mahomedans fell upon us. A Hindu goldsmith took us into his house, and kept us safe during the day. At sunset, when we left his protection, we fell into the hands of some other Mahomedans. When we saw that there was no way of escape, and the villagers ready to kill us, we begged them hard to take us to their head the Moulvie, who for some days assumed the supreme authority there. When we were brought before him, we found him seated on a chair; surrounded by men with drawn swords. We made our salams, upon which he put to us the following questions:— "'Who are you?'—'Christians.' "'What place do you come from?'—'Futteypore.' "'What was your occupation?'—'Teaching and preaching the Christian religion.' "'Are you a Padri?'—'Yes, Sir.' "'Is it you who used to go about reading and distributing tracts?' "'Yes, Sir, I and my catechist.' "'How many Christians have you made?' "'I did not make any Christians, for no human being can change the heart of another, but God, through my instrumentality, brought to the belief of His true religion about a couple of dozens.'" This roused the man's fury. He exclaimed that Gopinath deserved a cruel death; he threatened to cut off his nose, ears, and hands, and to make slaves of his poor little children. Then, perhaps moved by a little pity, the Moulvie offered not only to spare but to favour Gopinath if he would become a Mahomedan. The converted Hindu replied that he would prefer death. The same offer was made to Gopinath's wife, and she returned a like brave answer. The Mahomedan sent the family to prison, saying that he would give them three days to consider. The prison was shared with a European and some native Christians. After relating to each other their sad stories, the whole afflicted party, at Gopinath's suggestion, knelt down to pray. Whilst they were thus engaged, one of the guards came and kicked Gopinath on the back, bidding him pray after the Mahomedan form or hold his tongue. [Illustration: CHEKE and GOPINATH NUNDI.] The next day a youthful officer, named Cheke, sorely wounded, was added to the band of prisoners. Gopinath tended him as well as he could, which seems to have made the daroga angry, for he put Gopinath into the stocks. A party of Mahomedans now came, and again Gopinath was offered immediate release if he would deny his faith. The almost dying Cheke cried with a loud voice, "Padri, Padri, be firm, do not give way!" And God enabled the sufferer to keep firm, though he saw his poor wife dragged from him by her hair, and brutally wounded in the face.