about it, Mr. Julius Fiedler approached and we had to say goodnight to each other. This lack of opportunity to share our thoughts and feelings has left a strong need in me unsatisfied and created a compelling longing within me.

( 123 ) September 8th, 1839. Sunday.
Today I was with a small group of natives at two different times, some of whom I asked about the names of our first parents and so on, some of whom I told them the story of creation anew, told them our commandments and the like. They were very attentive and a Yamaiama supported me not a little in criticizing my laziness and laughing at divine things. The new idea of ​​presenting God to them as Towilla* seems very right and useful, if the native applause may be otherwise considered. In the evening some even seemed to have received a salutary impression from my description of the death, resurrection and ascension of Christ, his future judgment and heaven and hell. When I asked whether they had understood me, one of them even asked me to speak to them more often so that they would understand me.

The feeling of reverence is not at all strange to the natives, as is evident from the fact that they called Sunday Yamaiama (Holy?) because the foreigners told them not to bring wood etc. on it, because they saw paper (worship) on that day and therefore they knew that it was holy (tanere yamaiama narkondi).

Oh, merciful and loving Jesus, let the time come soon when I can proclaim your gospel unhindered to these ignorant but salvation-hungry people.