But there's a white man at Lone Moose that
ye'll do well to cultivate wi' discretion. He's a man o' positive
character, and scholarly beyond what ye'd imagine. When ye meet him,
dinna be sanctimonious. His philosophy'll no gibe wi' your religion, an'
if ye attempt to impose a meenesterial attitude on him, it's no beyond
possibility he'd flare up an' do ye bodily damage. I know him. If ye
meet him man to man, ye'll find he'll meet ye half-way in everything but
theology. He'll be the sort of friend ye'll need at Lone Moose. But
dinna wave the Cloth in his face. For some reason that's to him like the
proverbial red rag tae a bull. The last missionary tae Long Moose cam'
awa wi' a lovely pair o' black eyes Sam Carr bestowed on him. I'm
forewarnin' ye for yer ain good. Ye can decry material benefits a' ye
like, but it'll be a decided benefit if ye ha' Sam Carr for a friendly
neighbor at Lone Moose."
"I don't deliberately seek religious controversy with any one," Thompson
replied rather stiffly. "I have been sent by the Church to do what good
I am able. That should not offend Mr. Carr, or any man."
"Nor will it," MacLeod returned. Then he added dryly, "It a' depends, as
ye may discover, on the interpretation others put on your method o'
doin' good.
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