— Well, and yet no kill, no makee you dead: what you say to Him for that? You no tell Him thankee for all that too?

W.A. — I am an unthankful, ungrateful dog, that is true.

Wife. — Why He no makee you much good better? you say He makee you.

W.A. — He made me as He made all the world: it is I have deformed myself and abused His goodness, and made myself an abominable wretch.

Wife. — I wish you makee God know me. I no makee Him angry — I no do bad wicked thing.

[Here Will Atkins said his heart sunk within him to hear a poor untaught creature desire to be taught to know God, and he such a wicked wretch, that he could not say one word to her about