Some thought it should not be allowed, but
Horton, who owned the land on which Quonab was camped, could
not see any reason for interfering.
Ketchura Peck, spinster, however, did see many most
excellent reasons. She was a maid with a mission, and
maintained it to be an outrage that a Christian boy should
be brought up by a godless pagan. She worried over it
almost as much as she did over the heathen in Central
Africa, where there are no Sunday schools, and clothes
are as scarce as churches. Failing to move Parson Peck
and Elder Knapp in the matter, and despairing of an early
answer to her personal prayers, she resolved on a bold move,
"An' it was only after many a sleepless, prayerful night,"
namely, to carry the Bible into the heathen's stronghold.
Thus it was that one bright morning in June she might
have been seen, prim and proper -- almost glorified, she
felt, as she set her lips just right in the mirror -- making
for the Pipestave Pond, Bible in hand and spectacles clean
wiped, ready to read appropriate selections to the unregenerate.
She was full of the missionary spirit when she left Myanos,
and partly full when she reached the Orchard Street Trail;
but the spirit was leaking badly, and the woods did appear
so wild and lonely that she wondered if women had any
right to be missionaries.
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