But that which was the worst was his _conjuration_. He was one of them who are called _powwows_ among the Indians: and notwithstanding his attendance upon my preaching, still followed his old _charms_, “giving out that he himself was some great one, and to him they gave heed,” supposing him to be possessed of a _great power_. So that when I have instructed them respecting the _miracles_ wrought by Christ, and mentioned them as evidences of his _divine_ mission, they have quickly observed the wonders which this man performed by his _magic charms_; which seemed to be a fatal obstruction to their receiving the gospel. And I often thought, it would be a great favour to the Indians, if God would take that wretch out of the world: but God, “whose thoughts are not as man’s thoughts,” has been pleased to take a much more desirable method; a method agreeable to his own merciful nature, advantageous to his own interest among the Indians, as well as to the poor soul himself. The first genuine concern for his soul was excited by seeing my interpreter and his wife baptized at the Forks of Delaware, July 21, 1745. Which so prevailed upon him that he followed me down to Crosweeksung in the beginning of August, and there continued for several weeks in the season of the most powerful awakening among the Indians; at which time he was more effectually awakened: and then, he says, upon his “feeling the spirit of God in his heart,” (as he expresses it) his spirit of conjuration left him entirely; that he has had no more power of that nature since, than any other man. And he declares that he does not so much as know how he used to _charm_ and conjure; and that he could not do any thing of that nature, if he was ever so desirous. He continued under convictions all the fall, and former part of the winter past, but was not so deeply exercised till January; and then the word of God took such hold upon him, that he knew not what to do, or where to turn.――He then told me, that when he used to hear me preach from time to time in the fall of the year, my preaching pricked his heart, but did not bring him to so _great_ distress, because he still hoped he could do _something_ for his own relief: but now, he said, I drove him up into “such a sharp corner,” that he had no way to turn. He continued under the heavy burden of a _wounded spirit_, till he was brought into the utmost _agony of soul_. After this he was brought to a kind of calmness; he appeared perfectly sedate; although he had no sure hope of salvation.