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Part 3—New Zealand-13
“Pages of the Bible! If that is the use they make of the Holy Book, I pity the missionaries! It will be rather difficult to establish a Maori library.” “And what text of scripture did they aim at us?” “A message from God Himself!” exclaimed John Mangles, who was in the act of reading the scorched fragment of paper. “It bids us hope in Him,” added the young captain, firm in the faith of his Scotch convictions. “Read it, John!” said Glenarvan. And John read what the powder had left visible: “I will deliver him, for he hath trusted in me.” “My friends,” said Glenarvan, “we must carry these words of hope to our dear, brave ladies. The sound will bring comfort to their hearts.” Glenarvan and his companions hastened up the steep path to the cone, and went toward the tomb. As they climbed t
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