ICANNOT reach him, I feel distressed. There are many who rule over me. I am fast bound and I cannot loose myself; I am fallen into the power of my past. A grievous load lies upon my head, the claims of 44 1 ” and 41 mine.,, I am robbed by bold thieves in my own house, though I know it all the time. I only ask this of thee, that thou wouldst commit me to the saints; I have broken my voice with entreaties; now do not make me despair. Now is the great crisis; henceforth what can I do? When the day is gone, night will prevail; in the night time a cry of sorrow alone will be left me. Alas ! there will be left the power of my past to control me; I shall be in a stranger’s power. There is no place for me to hide in; thoughts of heavy care are roused within me. Such is my perilous state, that I cry to the sea of mercy. Tuka says, My strength, my intellect, ana all success lie in thy feet alone.