Old Daniel Or Memoir of A Converted Hindoo

I CAN now in my mind's eye see Chickka the washer man as if I had met him yesterday; and I can see the mud houses of Singonahully the mud wall of the village and the temple of Runga as if they were all before me. Yet five and thirty years are passed and gone since the afternoon when in quest of medical aid I rode past the village hoping yet to see it the abode of many followers of Christ not knowing that I was never to see it more. At that time Chickka was still a heathen. He was then between forty and fifty years of age a grey-headed resolute self-controlled looking man.