I asked Mathilde to let me know by letter as soon as possible. Mr. Fiedler, whom I spoke to shortly before leaving, said that he couldn't do anything about the matter; he advised me to write to her every now and then and, by the way, to entrust the matter to God. My suffering is very close to him, he even said that some people wouldn't blame him very much if he held a grudge against the girl; I told him not to do that, to which he replied that he was also praying against it.

Oh God, everything is possible for you, show that here!

( 252 ) March 2nd, 1840.
This was a day of great darkness, fear and sadness; I wanted to renounce Bertha and give myself entirely to the Lord, but the memory was too strong, the pain too great. March 3rd, 1840.
As I stood up, the words came to my mind with unusual vividness: “All things are possible to him who believes.” While I was still thinking about this, I received a very comforting and hopeful letter from Pastor Kavel.

Early in the morning the Pitta*, who were joined by other tribes, had a game called Kuruanko*, which consisted of snatching a handful of ostrich feathers from someone's hand. Eventually the game became so serious that 4 - 5 spears were thrown by both sides.

In the evening with Br. Teichelmann at Preacher Stow, who told us that he had learned that some of our brothers were on their way here. Maybe sent by Gossner(204)?

March 4th, 1840.
I wrote to Bertha that I had received a letter from Pastor Kavel and probably information about the actual reason for her resignation, accompanied by the effect it had on me and other thoughts. I received a small note from Bertha in response that she was surprised that it was so difficult for me to pray: Lord, your will be done! with the request that from now on you leave her completely alone; as she still needs some time to fully make up her mind about her decision. I had a sad, very anxious evening. Br. Teichelmann and I prayed together, but not about my matter.

( 253 ) March 6th, 1840.
This morning the natives had a quarrel, which in the evening became such a violent argument that I feared it would not go away without serious consequences. The reason for this was that a Wirrameyu, named Yurinna, had abused Ngauwaitpinna's* wife, which the latter wanted to avenge on the former. He would hardly have escaped with his life if his compatriots had not strongly protected him; During the argument, Kadlaitpinna tried to kidnap Yurinna's wife, apparently in retaliation for his crime, but she was stolen away from him by another. Towards the end of the argument, the Yurinna of Ngauwaitpinna voluntarily gave himself