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Brown, David Edwards and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - [Illustration: - - _Courtesy of Ralph A. Felton_ - - AT THE AMERICAN UNIVERSITY OF BEIRUT, SYRIA - - The schools and colleges founded by missionaries believe in an - all-round education which includes athletics.] - - - - - UNDER MANY - FLAGS - - BY - KATHARINE SCHERER CRONK - AND - ELSIE SINGMASTER - - NEW YORK - MISSIONARY EDUCATION MOVEMENT - OF THE UNITED STATES AND CANADA - - - COPYRIGHT 1921 BY - MISSIONARY EDUCATION MOVEMENT OF THE - UNITED STATES AND CANADA - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - - I A BAKER BY NECESSITY 1 - - Cyrus Hamlin of Turkey: statesman - and educator - - II THE MAN WITH A MILLION BIBLES 16 - - Hugh Tucker of Brazil: Christian - social service leader and agent of - the American Bible Society - - III THE STORY OF POIT 31 - - Barbrooke Grubb of Paraguay: explorer - and general missionary - - IV TREE-NOT-SHAKEN-BY-THE-WIND 48 - - Fred Hope of West Africa: industrial - expert - - V WHEN MARY WAS AFRAID 67 - - Mary Slessor of Nigeria: teacher - and the "White Queen of Okoyong" - - VI THE BOY FOR WHOM NO ONE CARED 84 - - David Day of Liberia: general missionary - - VII UNDER TWO FLAGS 99 - - Jennie Crawford of China: nurse - - VIII SIXTY-SIX DAYS WITH BANDITS 116 - - Albert Shelton of the Tibetan Border: - pioneer and physician - - - - -ILLUSTRATIONS - - - PAGE - - Athletics at Beirut University _Frontispiece_ - - Robert College 7 - - Hugh C. Tucker 19 - - Playground in Rio de Janiero 29 - - Chaco Indian girls 35 - - Barbrooke Grubb and Indians 43 - - The village drum in Africa 53 - - Chair making in Africa 59 - - Fred Hope 65 - - An African village 73 - - Dr. Day's mission and coffee industry 91 - - Jennie Crawford at work 109 - - Travel in Tibet 117 - - Dr. Shelton at work 121 - - Dr. Shelton and friends in Tibet 131 - - - - -FOREWORD - - -In olden days kings and emperors sent their armies to conquer weaker -nations. As soon as the victory was won, the flag of the vanquished was -torn down, and the flag of the victor was raised. - -Two thousand years ago a new king sent his army into the world. It -was a small army with no guns and no battleships, and in it were only -twelve men. They were commanded to go first to the lands nearest to -them and then out "into all the world." - -They were not to tear down any flags, but they were to raise the banner -of their Leader above all other flags. There was on it a new device, a -Cross, which signified that the king was a King of Love. His commands -were such as no other conqueror had ever given: - - TEACH ALL NATIONS - HEAL THE SICK - CLEANSE THE LEPER - FEED THE HUNGRY - CLOTHE THE NAKED - PREACH THE GOSPEL - -The enemies against whom His soldiers were to fight were not human -beings, however wicked and depraved they might be, but ignorance and -poverty and superstition and hunger, which made people wicked. - -The army did not long number only twelve men; it soon grew to hundreds -and thousands. Of the soldiers some were shipwrecked, some were stoned, -some faced lions and tigers and poisonous serpents; but they all did -the King's work. They preached the gospel, not only from pulpits, -but in schools and hospitals and on the farm. They taught men how to -make better homes, and to raise more food; they healed the sick and -comforted the dying by telling them of Heaven. Under many flags they -fought, but by their lives and their teachings they lifted the flag of -their Leader above all. - -It is of a few of these brave men and women that this book tells. The -authors hope that the boys and girls who read it will enlist in this -army. - - K. S. C. - E. S. - - _March, 1921._ - - - - -I - -A BAKER BY NECESSITY - - -It was muster day in Maine, and little Cyrus Hamlin was about to start -from the farm on which he lived with his mother and brother to town -where he would see the regiment hold a sham battle. He had expected his -brother to go with him, but he was ill. As Cyrus started away alone, -his mother said: - -"Here are seven cents to buy gingerbread with. Perhaps you will put a -cent in the missionary box as you go by Mrs. Farrar's house." - -Cyrus thought he had a great deal of money. Seven cents in those days -were as much as fifty now, and they would buy a good deal for a small -boy. He could easily spare a little for the missionary box. - -As he went along he tried to decide whether he should put one cent or -two into the box, and he wished his mother had said definitely either -one cent or two and had not given him a choice. Finally he decided on -two. Then a voice within him said, - -"Well, Cyrus! Five cents for yourself and only two for the heathen!" - -He decided that he would put in three cents. By this time he came to -Mrs. Farrar's house and there was the box. Was it right to keep three -cents for himself and give only four to the heathen? He stood staring -and thinking, thinking, thinking. At last he grew tired trying to -decide, and what do you suppose he did? Into the missionary box went -every penny! - -All day long he trotted round watching the soldiers, listening to the -bands, and having a good time. But he didn't go near any refreshment -tables. Late in the afternoon he made for home and burst into the house -crying out: - -"Mother! I'm as hungry as a bear! I haven't had a mouthful today." - -His mother was astonished. - -"Did you lose the money I gave you?" - -"No," said Cyrus. "But you didn't give it to me right. It wouldn't -divide equally, so I dropped it all in." - -"You poor boy!" said Mrs. Hamlin, half laughing, half crying. "Just a -minute and you shall have your supper!" - - * * * * * - -Several years later Cyrus thought earnestly about another problem. He -and his brother had all they could do to keep the farm going. There -was no money to buy new farm implements, no money even to keep them -in order. Gradually they wore out, and after a while the yoke for -the oxen went to pieces. The making of an ox-yoke is a very difficult -matter for a grown man and almost impossible for two boys thirteen and -fifteen years old. But Cyrus and his brother examined the old yoke and -looked at each other and then back at the yoke. - -"We can't buy one," said the brother. - -"We'll make one!" said Cyrus. - -They cut down a birch tree and set to work. They did not have the -proper tools, but they borrowed them—and you may be sure they returned -them in good shape,—and they put in all their spare time for days. -By and by the yoke was hewn out, and they scraped it with glass and -polished it with a dry stick. But alas, when they bored the holes for -the bows to fit into, they put them in the wrong place! - -Did this discourage them? Only for a minute. They knit their brows, -they looked at each other and then at the ruined yoke, and they went -and cut down another tree. This time they succeeded in making a perfect -yoke, and when it was painted a bright red, they were the happiest boys -in Maine. - - * * * * * - -Still another time Cyrus set his mind on an interesting problem. He -was now almost a man; he had determined to be a missionary, and he was -studying in the Academy six miles from home. Every other Saturday he -walked home around Bear Pond and across Hawk Mountain. He carried his -gun with him, and as he went along, he sometimes shot game to take to -his mother. Once he met a bear, but the bear got away. - -The view from the top of the mountain was wonderful, and Cyrus had an -eye for beauty. One day as he turned from a look at the distant woods -and fields, his eye fell upon an object near at hand. At his feet the -precipice dropped suddenly a hundred feet and on the very edge hung a -large boulder. - -He looked at this boulder with interest. One Fourth of July the young -men in the neighborhood had gathered to see whether they could push it -over, but had failed. Cyrus suddenly forgot everything but this rock. -Could anything in the world be more delightful than to shove the great -thing off and hear it go crashing down? It couldn't do any harm, and it -would be better than any Fourth of July celebration ever staged. - -He not only stared at the rock, he examined it carefully, and then he -thought again. The boulder rested on gravel, and if that could be cut -out, down it would fly. He hurried home to tell his brother. - -The next Saturday the two Hamlins and a friend met on the mountain and -dug away at the sandy bed on which the rock lay, but it did not move. -The next Saturday they came again. At supper time it seemed as though -they would have to give up all hope of finishing that day, and they -were dreadfully afraid that some one would come and complete the work -and get the credit. - -"Let supper wait!" said they. - -Again they set to work, and presently one of them shouted, "It's -moving!" - -With a wild leap the boys got out of the way. The rock moved slowly at -first, then faster and faster and in the end it plunged down, striking -sheets of fire as it flew. Bang! it struck the granite cliff and burst -into three great fragments. Swish! it rushed down on its way to an open -field below. - -Never were there three happier boys. They went home to supper in the -twilight, hearing the echo of the terrific crash and knowing that the -great boulder had had to yield to their strength and persistence. - - * * * * * - -But the time came when Cyrus Hamlin faced problems a thousand times -more serious than making an ox-yoke or moving a boulder. He became a -missionary as he had intended and was sent to Constantinople. There he -taught Armenian boys in Bebek Seminary, and it became the dream of his -life to build a college. - -"Education is the way to peace and enlightenment," he would say. "If -we could found Christian institutions where we could train young men -in all professions, then they could go out to set an example to their -fellow countrymen and be their leaders." - -He never walked through the narrow streets or crossed the Golden Horn -without looking all round for a suitable location, and he had already -about twenty in mind. But his dream did not come true. In the first -place, there was no money. In the second place, he had to fill with -other work all the time he might have spent planning for a college. He -had to be textbook as well as teacher, and he had to make all his own -apparatus. - -When he moved into a house, he had to repair it; when his poor Armenian -students and their families were without clothes, he had to find a way -to cover them. When they were refused work by the cruel Turks, he had -to find work for them. He taught them how to make and sell stoves and -stove-pipes and various useful articles. - -One poor man became insane when he had no way of supporting himself -and his family and believed that he was turned to stone. Just as soon -as Dr. Hamlin gave him work, he was cured. Dr. Hamlin suggested to him -that it was best to make an article for which there was a demand. - - [Illustration: - - _Courtesy of Robert College_ - - ROBERT COLLEGE, CONSTANTINOPLE - - This picture taken in Turkey in Asia looks across the Bosphorus, a mile - wide at this point, to Turkey in Europe and the site chosen by Cyrus - Hamlin for his college. The modern buildings "rub elbows" with towers - six hundred years old.] - -"If there are thirteen hundred thousand inhabitants in Constantinople, -there are thirteen hundred million rats," said he. "Make rat traps! -I'll show you how!" - -Soon the man had to have assistants to sell his traps. - -Still more Armenians came for help, and Dr. Hamlin had to stop dreaming -about his college and plan how he could feed them. An idea had occurred -to him vaguely; now it grew into a well-developed scheme. He would -teach them to make bread. Everybody needed bread, and in Constantinople -the bread was not good and all the work was done by horse-power. He -would bake by steam. - -The fact that he had never made bread did not trouble him in the least. -He had never made an ox-yoke, or rolled a boulder down a mountain until -he tried. - -His fellow-missionaries laughed at him, but they couldn't laugh him -out of his plans, and he ordered his machinery from America. The -difficulties were many, some were serious and some funny; but in -the end the engine and the boiler were set up and everything was in -order. The dough was mixed, the oven heated, the loaves were moulded; -but alas, the bread was sour and could not be eaten. Dr. Hamlin -experimented again and again until one morning he had delicious loaves -of bread to sell. - -Now he smoothed out his forehead. The bakery was successful, the poor -Armenian Christians had work; again he could devote his time to his -teaching and could think of his college. - -But he was mistaken. England and Russia went to war, and to Scutari -on the other side of the Bosphorus were brought the wounded English -soldiers. Dr. Hamlin looked across the water and thought of the -suffering boys and hated war. He did not think of any effect upon -himself. But he was to be seriously affected. - -One day an orderly came to the door of the Seminary and asked him to -come to the hospital at the invitation of the chief physician, Dr. -Mapleton. - -"And what does he want with me?" asked Dr. Hamlin. "I'm very busy." - -"He wants to see you about bread." - -"About bread!" repeated Dr. Hamlin, and obeyed, wondering. - -In the hospital he found himself in the presence of a busy man, so -burdened by responsibilities that he hardly had time to look up. - -"Are you Hamlin the baker?" he asked. - -"I'm Hamlin the missionary." - -Dr. Mapleton lifted his head. "That's just like everything in this -country," he said irritably. "I send for a baker and get a missionary! -Thank God, I'm not a heathen that I should want a missionary!" - -Dr. Hamlin laughed. "But I'm the baker," he said. - -"You, the baker!" repeated Dr. Mapleton. - -Dr. Hamlin explained how he had been forced into the baking business. - -"Then will you bake bread for our hospital? What we get is not fit to -eat. Our poor invalids won't touch it; they can't. We're in a tight -place." - -Dr. Hamlin stood with knitted brows. - -"You will, won't you?" said the physician, earnestly. - -Dr. Hamlin uttered a fateful "yes." One couldn't refuse such a plea -as this! In a few minutes the contract was signed. He promised to -furnish two hundred and fifty loaves a day. But as he left the hospital -he looked around. Two hundred and fifty loaves a day! They would not -go far if all these beds were to be filled by patients. It looked as -though the whole British army were expected. - -Alas, the beds were all needed. First fifty a day, then a hundred a -day, the soldiers were carried in from the hospital ships, sick, dying, -with dreadful wounds. Dr. Hamlin could neither teach his Armenians nor -dream about his college when he had six thousand, then twelve thousand -loaves of bread to make each day. He thought of nothing but baking. - -The poor patients had almost no nursing, and his heart ached. He -offered to organize a corps of nurses for the night when there was no -one to take care of the helpless invalids, but he was refused by the -brutal officers. - -Then one morning he went to the hospital and heard a strange piece of -news. A soldier told him, his eyes almost popping from his head in his -astonishment: - -"Fancy, Mr. Hamlin! Some _women_ have come to this hospital. Did you -ever hear of such a dreadful and improper thing?" - -"What women?" asked Dr. Hamlin. - -"A Miss Florence Nightingale with a force of assistants." - -"Good for her!" said Dr. Hamlin. "It's time that somebody should come -here and do something." - -That morning he kept his eyes wider open than ever. The Hamlin family -were famous hero-worshipers; Cyrus's grandfather had named six of his -boys for heroes. They were Africanus, for Scipio Africanus, Hannibal, -Cyrus, Eleazer, Isaac, and Jacob, and the other three, one might -mention incidentally, were Americus, Asiaticus, and Europus. Here, Dr. -Hamlin saw, was a real live hero, in the bud at least. - -He watched Florence Nightingale moving quietly about in the scene of -misery and horror. The poor lads spent no more lonely nights. Every -want was attended to. The death-rate went steadily down. It was one of -the great achievements of history, and he had a part in it; he baked -the only bread Florence Nightingale would let her sick boys have. - -But still his dream had not come true, and in the confusion it seemed -to grow more and more dim. The war went on, bread had to be baked every -day, new ovens had to be built, thousands of pounds of flour had to be -bargained for. - -Presently he had a new occupation—he set up a laundry. The clothes of -the wounded men were filthy, and he offered to have them washed. But -they were so filthy that the women feared to handle them, badly as they -needed work. The brain which had studied the making of an ox-yoke and -the pushing off of a boulder and the making of bread worked quickly. -Out of an empty cask Dr. Hamlin made a washing machine, and the -vermin-filled clothes did not have to be touched by hand until they -were clean—a new problem was solved! His friends had told him that he -had sixteen professions, and now he had another,—that of laundryman! - -He did not suspect that all the time he was baking bread and washing -clothes there was coming nearer and nearer the fulfilment of his dream. -He had prayed and hoped that some day a rich man would come and see the -good that might be done by a Christian college. Now that good man was -at hand, Christopher Robert, an American merchant. - -Mr. Robert was traveling in the East, and one day as he was crossing -the Bosphorus he saw a boat loaded with loaves of bread. - -"What in the world does this mean?" he asked his friends. "That looks -like American bread. Who bakes it?" - -"A missionary named Hamlin," was the answer. - -"A missionary who bakes bread!" repeated Mr. Robert. - -"He baked it first to give work to his Armenian Christians, and when -the hospital was opened he was persuaded to bake it for the patients. -It's the best and also the cheapest bread ever seen in this part of the -world." - -"I should like to meet that man," said Mr. Robert. - -"That will be an easy matter," said his friends. - -But when Mr. Robert met Dr. Hamlin, he heard only a little about bread -and a great deal about another matter. Though no record of their -conversation has been kept, it must have been something like this: - -"I'm very much interested in your bread-making, Dr. Hamlin." - -"I had no idea what I was getting into," was Dr. Hamlin's probable -reply. "But it had to be done. What I'm chiefly interested in is the -founding of a Christian college here in Constantinople." - -"It must have been a tremendous work to bake all this bread." - -"It was, but oh, Mr. Robert, what wonderful work we could do if we -could have a college to train young men!" - -"And your laundry enterprise, Dr. Hamlin, that must have been the -greatest blessing to the sick." - -"It made them more comfortable. If we could have a Christian college -here, it would leaven the whole empire." - -"How did you learn so many trades, Dr. Hamlin?" - -"Oh, I picked them up. You see, Mr. Robert," Dr. Hamlin repeated his -favorite sentiment, "education is the way to peace and enlightenment. -If we could found a large Christian institution where we could train -young men in all professions, then they could go out to be the leaders -of their people." - -It is likely that at this point Mr. Robert gave up trying to get -information about bread-making and laundering and said, with a twinkle -in his eye, "Well, tell me about your college!" - -Dr. Hamlin took a long breath and began. How long he had waited! But -here, please God, was a hearer with a receptive heart and a large purse. - -Mr. Robert listened earnestly and his heart was moved. What better use -could one have for one's money than to bring enlightenment to this -dark corner of the world? In a few minutes he was not only listening, -but helping Dr. Hamlin to plan, and within a few years Robert College -crowned the hill which Dr. Hamlin selected as the best site he had -considered. - -Mr. Robert was a generous man and he would undoubtedly have put his -money to good use somewhere, but Robert College would not be shining -like a star in a dark sky if he had not seen Dr. Hamlin's boat-load of -bread crossing the Bosphorus on its way to Florence Nightingale's sick -boys. - - - - -II - -THE MAN WITH A MILLION BIBLES - - -It was a hot summer day. The people of the city of Paracatu in Brazil -were standing or lounging in groups about the doors of their little -houses, which were built close together. - -Children with scant clothing played about in the streets. Their bare, -brown feet were used to the hot pavements. Mothers sat squatted in the -doorways making lace. One woman was beating _mandioca_ for her family's -_almoco_, or lunch, while another woman fanned a fire of coals on a -little round, iron stove. - -Suddenly the children ran back out of the street. The women looked up -and saw a procession of nine mules coming into the city. Many trains -of mules passed by their doors, but this one was different from the -others. The man who rode on the foremost mule had a very fair skin. -Riding behind him were three Brazilian men whose faces were dark like -the faces of the women who sat in the doorways and the children who -played in the streets. Five of the mules carried packs loaded with a -tent, some cooking pots and pans, and books. There were books not only -in the packs on the backs of the mules, but more books in the pockets -of the four men. - -As the procession passed out of sight, the women looked curiously to -see where the men were going to stop, and wondered why they had come -and what books they carried. - -Towards evening one of the women went about among her neighbors to tell -the news she had heard. - -"The man who rode at the head of the mule train is Dr. Hugh Tucker. He -comes from North America. Tonight he is going to speak in the public -square. There are many people who say that it is the book which he has -that has made his country great and free." - -In the evening a crowd came to the public square to hear Dr. Tucker. -They asked him many questions. Some who had money, or who could read, -bought Bibles so they could learn more for themselves of the things he -told them. He gave Bibles to those who had no money. - -Dr. Tucker's business was to give the Bible to the people of Brazil. -For years that was what he had been doing. In the beautiful city of Rio -de Janeiro he had a great store to which people came by the hundreds to -buy Bibles and from which Bibles were sent by mail and by colporteurs -in all directions. - -These colporteurs, or Bible men, went through the cities of Brazil -and far into the country. Sometimes they walked, sometimes they rode -on mules, and sometimes they traveled in ox-carts. Dr. Tucker himself -often rode with them, as he did on this trip when they stopped at -Paracatu. This journey through towns and open country lasted for six -weeks. - -There were few houses along the rough and hilly roads. Now and then -long-legged ostriches ran across the path before the mules. Gaily -colored parrots perched on branches of the trees; monkeys chattered in -the vines beside the small streams; and here and there a fox or a tatou -ran past. Sometimes the prairie with its waving grass stretched before -them like an ocean. At night they pitched their tent beside small -streams where the grass grew fresh and green. - -One Sunday morning as they rested in front of their tent, an ox-cart -stopped before them, and a man jumped out and asked for a cup of -coffee. As he drank the coffee, Dr. Tucker read to him from the Bible. - -"Go on, go on," the man called to his driver. "I'll follow later. Never -in all my life have I heard such strange things as this book tells." - -The next morning the colporteurs were up at three o'clock. The moon -lighted their way as they rode. They stopped at a house for breakfast, -and Dr. Tucker took out a Bible and read from it to their host. - - [Illustration: HUGH C. TUCKER - - Not only did he put the Bible into the pulpits and bookcases of Brazil, - but its spirit of love and service found expression in the hearts of - the people, in parks, schools, and playgrounds.] - -"No, no, don't stop!" said the man, when Dr. Tucker started to help -load the mules. "Read more. Let the others load the animals while I -call my neighbors, that you may read to them, too, and tell them what -these things mean, for they are new and strange to us." - -Every day they met people who asked, "Where are you going, and what is -this new book you carry with you?" - -"How can these things be?" said one man. "Is it true that so long as -two thousand years ago such wonderful things happened and today I hear -of them for the first time and even yet my friends have not heard? You -are slow about giving the Bible to my people!" - -Now Dr. Tucker had thought he was giving the Bible to the people of -Brazil just as fast as he could, but he redoubled his efforts. He sent -out still more colporteurs. They gathered the people in the public -squares of the cities and read and preached to them, and the people -listened gladly. Sometimes the colporteurs started out with sacks -filled with Bibles and came back with their sacks full of the images -the people had been worshiping and had cast away when they read, "I am -the Lord thy God. Thou shalt have no other gods before me." - -Dr. Tucker has given more than a million Bibles to Brazil. He presented -a Bible to President Prudenti Moraes on his inauguration day. He has -found many ways of giving the spirit of the Bible in addition to -putting the book into the hands of the people. He does not wish anyone -to think that this is a magical book, and that it is enough merely to -have it. - -When he took Bibles to the sick boatmen down in their poor little mud -huts by the river-side, he found they had no one to care for them -properly,—there are many thousands of sailors coming into the port of -Rio every year,—so Dr. Tucker became the "seamen's friend." He rented -a house and made it a Seamen's Home. In one year more than ten thousand -sailors came to his Home. Most of them were glad to pay for their meals -and beds, but he did not turn any away if they were ill or had no -money. There were free beds and free meals for those who needed help, -and doctors to care for those who were sick, and employment found for -those who were out of work. - -While he was preaching in the slums of Rio he found many people who -were poor and sick, as there are in all great cities. He went to a -young Brazilian doctor and asked him to visit the homes of the poor -people in the slums. - -The young doctor came back and said, "Why, Dr. Tucker, it is almost -enough to make anyone ill just to go into these homes and see how the -people live. There are so many dark rooms and so little sunlight, and -the houses are very dirty. In almost every home someone is sick." Dr. -Tucker remembered how the multitudes came to Jesus and were healed, and -so he thought one of the best ways to give more of the Bible to the -people was to help those who were sick. - -He had stereopticon pictures made which showed how tuberculosis might -be prevented. Then he went to the United States Ambassador and to the -mayor of Rio and to the president of the Board of Health and to other -great men who could help him and told them he was going to give a -lecture and wanted them to come and sit on the platform. He sent cards -out all over the city telling how many people had tuberculosis and what -they should do to be cured and inviting people to his meeting. - -Those who came were so much interested in the pictures, that the city -officials arranged for him to show them to the children in the public -schools. Then they had him talk to the people who gathered in the -public squares of the city. The government gave him money to fight -tuberculosis, and he started a hospital where sick people without money -could be treated and where they could hear and read about Jesus the -Great Physician. - -Next he started a school for poor children. The children wanted to come -to school, and Dr. Tucker was very happy until he saw how strangely -they behaved. - -"What can be the matter with them?" he asked. "They sit with their -hands folded. They don't want to study or even to play. Their eyes are -dull." - -He asked the children questions and visited their homes to find out why -they did not want to study or to jump about and play. - -"No wonder my school children sit with their hands folded," he said -when he came back. "They are half starved. Some of them have nothing -but a cup of coffee and a pickle to eat all day." - -He remembered how Jesus had fed those who were hungry, so every day -he provided a lunch of whole wheat mush with milk and sugar. Soon the -hollow cheeks of the children began to get round and rosy, their eyes -began to shine, and they wanted to run and jump and play. - -"I wish we could feed all the hungry children in Rio," said Dr. Tucker -one day. He knew he could never get them all in his little school, but -he thought of another plan—he started a cooking school to teach the -mothers to cook good meals at home. He told the gas company about his -plan, and they gave him the stoves he needed. The mothers came with -their children, and while the children learned reading and writing and -arithmetic, the mothers learned how to prepare food that was better for -children than coffee and pickles. Dr. Tucker had found another way to -give the Bible to Brazil. - -One day he said, "The Bible tells us to clothe the naked, but how can -we ever get clothes enough for all of the poor people of Brazil!" - -Presently he walked into the office of a sewing machine company and -told the manager about his plan to clothe the naked. - -"That would be fine!" the manager said. "Of course the only way to -clothe all the poor people is to teach them how to make their own -clothes." - -He sent sewing machines to Dr. Tucker's school, and soon the mothers -were learning to sew. Dr. Tucker had found still another way to give -the Bible to Brazil. - -Now his school children were well and happy. Their cheeks were round -and rosy, for they had a lunch at school and their mothers gave them -good food at home. Their clothes were neat and clean, their eyes were -bright and shining, and they were ready to study and play. But where -should they play? There was no trouble about a place to study. They -could study at school or at home, but when they wanted to play there -was no place at all. Rio is one of the most beautiful cities in the -world, and many of the people are very wealthy and live in beautiful -homes, but Dr. Tucker's poor little children in the slums lived in -houses that were built close together right on the street. - -There was a very beautiful park, with lovely green grass, but the -superintendent of parks was very proud of his green grass and had -a fence of iron rails around it with a sign, "Keep off the grass" -wherever a child could get in. - -Every time Dr. Tucker saw that park, his eyes looked like the eyes -of his school children when they were hungry. But one day as he went -through the park, his eyes began to twinkle. He clapped his hands and -said to himself, "I'll do it!" At once he walked up boldly to the mayor -of Rio and the superintendent of parks. - -"The children have no place to play," he said. "Why don't you open up a -part of the city park for a public playground?" - -The mayor and the superintendent of parks were so shocked they could -scarcely say a word. They were so proud of their beautiful park, they -had never let people even walk on the grass; and now this bold man -actually dared to propose that they should put swings and teeter -boards and tennis courts right where the grass was most beautiful! - -But they could not forget what he said about happy children being worth -more than beautiful grass, and one day they drove to Dr. Tucker's door -in a fine automobile and invited him to ride with them. They did not -ask him where he wanted to go, but drove straight to the park. - -"We have decided to do what you ask and let you make your playground on -one condition," announced the mayor. - -"Good!" said Dr. Tucker, "What's the condition?" - -"That you get all the equipment for a first-class playground," answered -the superintendent of parks. - -Dr. Tucker was thinking very fast. "Equipment for a first-class -playground" meant swings and bars and teeter boards and tennis nets -and footballs and ever so many other things boys and girls love in a -playground. With the same twinkle that was in his eyes when he looked -at the park and said, "I'll do it," he said now, "All right, I'll take -you up." - -He did not have a single cent in his pocket to buy all these things and -he did not know where he was going to get so much money, but he said to -himself: - -"I'll look around a bit and see what I can see." - -The first thing he saw was some men tearing up an old street-car track. -He went to the manager of the street-car company. "What are you going -to do with those old rails?" he asked. "May I have them?" - -"Yes, I guess so," answered the manager. - -Dr. Tucker said "Thank you" very politely and then added, "I'll have to -have them shaped a little differently and a few holes bored in them. -Would you mind doing this in your shop?" - -The manager said he would do that, too. When Dr. Tucker said "Thank -you" very politely again and turned to go, the manager asked: "What in -the world do you want those old rails for?" - -"For swing supports and all sorts of equipment for the playground." - -He told the manager about his ride with the mayor and the -superintendent of parks and all about the things he was going to make -for the playground and athletic fields out of those lovely old rails. - -"Nonsense, man!" said the manager. "Those old rails aren't good enough. -Why you ought to have the best stuff money can buy for Brazil's first -public playground." - -"Of course we ought," said Dr. Tucker, "but since we don't have the -money to buy them with, I propose to see what we can make." - -"What would you buy if you did have the money?" asked the manager. -"Think it over and let me know." - -Dr. Tucker went home and got a catalog of a New York store. A few days -later he went into the manager's office with the catalog in his hand. -The manager was so busy he scarcely had time to look up. - -"Are you too busy to look at the things we need for the playground?" -asked Dr. Tucker. - -"Yes, I am," replied the manager. "You just take that catalog and mark -what you need, and when I go to New York perhaps I can get it for you." - -Dr. Tucker's eyes twinkled twice that time. He felt as if his fairy -godmother had shown him a wonderful palace and told him to help -himself. He sat down and marked in that catalog the things he knew the -boys and girls of Rio would have marked if they had held his pencil. - -The manager took the catalog to New York with him and bought every -single article that had a mark before it. He paid for them with -dollars—seven hundred and forty of them—out of his own pocket. - - [Illustration: - - _Courtesy World's Sunday School Association_ - - A PLAYGROUND IN RIO DE JANEIRO - - On the grounds of an old private park the children of the city now - swing and slide and bat and jump.] - -When the swings and bars and outfits came and were set up in the park, -the opening day was announced. The people came in crowds from all over -the city. The band played, and the flag of Brazil was raised. The mayor -made a speech, and the children cheered, and then they scampered off to -swing and slide and bat and jump; and the first public playground of -Brazil was open. - -That evening Dr. Tucker walked down the street. He thought of his -million Bibles, and he thought of his school and his playground which -put the love of God into visible form. - -"The Bible is coming into Brazil," he said to himself. "Not only into -the pulpits and into bookcases, but its spirit of love and service is -coming into the parks and schools and the streets and, best of all, -into the hearts of the people." And his own heart was glad. - - - - -III - -THE STORY OF POIT - - -In the interior of South America, with the rivers Parana and Paraguay -to the east, with Argentine to the south, and Bolivia to the west, -there is a vast, low country called the Gran Chaco, about as large -as the state of Texas and inhabited by Indians. The country is flat -and there are grass-lands, swamps, and forests of palm trees. There -are many different animals with which the children of the North are -not familiar but of which they may have seen pictures, among them the -tapir, the marsh deer, the otter, the peccary, and the armadillo. There -are some savage animals such as the jaguar, the puma, and a very large -wolf with a long mane. - -There are also some of the queerest animals in the world, especially -the ant-eater, a bow-legged creature seven feet long from the tip of -his snout to the tip of his hairy tail. There is a queer little opossum -about the size of a mouse, with enormous black eyes, fan-like ears, -and a long tail, which runs about in the trees like a squirrel. Most -interesting of all is the lungfish which can live either in the water -or in the air. In the wet season he stays in the swamps and eats -and eats, and when the dry season comes and the swamps disappear, he -burrows in the ground and lives without eating anything, by using up -the fat he has stored. - -There are many birds both large and small, from great ostriches -down to tiny hummingbirds, and there are insects of all kinds, ants -and crickets and mosquitoes and beetles and locusts, and there are -twenty-four different kinds of frogs, each with a different croak. - -For many weeks no rain falls, and the Indians have a hard time to get -along; then when the rain comes they have more than they need to eat, -water-birds, fish, and, by-and-by, their harvests. They do not mind -having to tramp round in deep water, because wet weather brings plenty. - -Among the Indians in this strange country was a young man named Poit. -One morning in December Poit awoke with a frightened, anxious heart. -It was not because he was too warm, though in December in Chaco the -mornings are hot, nor because he had not slept comfortably on his bed -on the ground nor because he was hungry; it was because he plotted a -wicked deed. Today Poit planned to do the most dreadful thing anyone -can do, he was going to kill his best friend, the missionary. - -Though these Indians lived so uncomfortably, they did not want to -change their ways, and they killed everybody who came to explore their -country or to search for silver or to tell them of the love of God. -Even soldiers sent to conquer them by force failed because they were so -fierce and cunning. - -The chief reason for their resistance and their cruelty was not -wickedness, but ignorance and dreadful fear. They were afraid of -spirits and afraid of witches and wizards. They were so afraid that -the souls of the dead might come and annoy them that whenever anyone -died they destroyed the village and went to another place to live. -This wasn't very difficult because their houses were made of boughs -stuck into the ground. They were especially afraid of people unlike -themselves, and this was the reason they killed foreigners. - -In spite of their objections, a little mission had been established -among them. It was situated on the banks of the Paraguay River and its -influence did not extend very far inland, but it was a beginning. The -first missionary died as a result of his hard work, and there arrived -one day a new missionary, a tall, slender young man, hardly more than a -boy in years, whose name was Barbrooke Grubb. - -Mr. Grubb was not satisfied to stay along the river where he could see -only a few of the Indians, he determined to travel to the interior -villages. He knew perfectly well that the undertaking was dangerous. -He had heard of the explorers and the missionaries whom the Indians -had murdered; he knew that a poor white man who had strayed from his -companions and had taken refuge with them had been slain; he knew that -if sickness broke out while he was staying in a village, he would be -held responsible and be killed. He knew that if an Indian had a bad -dream about him, he might kill him. - -Nevertheless, he not only visited the interior of the country, but he -lived with the Indians for months at a time, staying in their villages, -eating their strange food, hunting and fishing with them, so that he -might learn all about their ways and help them. He went unarmed and -unprotected, saying that he was a messenger of peace. - -He had many thrilling experiences, and some that were very funny. Of -course he did not know the language well at first and he mistook the -word "evil" for the word "good," and assured the people that he was a -friend of the "evil spirit." - - [Illustration: - - _Courtesy of Samuel Guy Inman_ - - GIRLS OF THE CHACO MISSION SCHOOL - - They are not having a picnic, but have just eaten their noonday meal, - and the kettle of maize is nearly empty.] - -He had many amusing encounters with the witch-doctors. You would not -think from the picture of a Chaco witch-doctor that they could frighten -anybody, but these natives lived in deadly fear of them. Mr. Grubb -proved how foolish it was to have faith in them. When a witch-doctor -claimed to have a charm against bullets, Mr. Grubb said: - -"All right; you stand over there and I'll shoot at you, and you won't -mind a bit." - -The witch-doctor wouldn't hear of this trial, and the Indians laughed -at him. - -Once Mr. Grubb heard that a witch-doctor was taking needles out of his -patients' bodies, and he proved that the witch-doctor bought all the -needles from him and that the cure was a pretense. - -Some of the Indians were very smart. There was one called Pinse-apawa, -who came into Mr. Grubb's tent one day just as Mr. Grubb was taking -some medicine. This medicine had an alcoholic smell though it had a -dreadfully bitter taste, so bitter that you could hardly swallow it. -Pinse-apawa smelled the odor of liquor. - -"Ah!" he said. "You won't let us drink liquor, but when you are here -alone you take it yourself!" - -"Have some," invited Mr. Grubb. - -Poor Pinse-apawa took a big swallow and after that he knew the -difference between liquor and medicine. - - * * * * * - -Now Poit, who opened his eyes on a warm December morning intending to -murder Mr. Grubb was not a witch-doctor; he was a clever, intelligent -Indian, and when he was good, he was a great help. We do not like to -call him a bad Indian, even though he was to do such a dreadful deed. -Though he had had every chance under Mr. Grubb's teaching to learn to -be good, he had not met him until he was a grown man, and then it is -very hard to change your heart. - -By this time Mr. Grubb had been in the Chaco for seven years, and the -work he had done was truly wonderful. At the mission station there was -a settlement where the people lived in permanent houses instead of -wandering from place to place. Strangers could go about unarmed and in -safety. The Indians had been taught to work, not only at odd moments, -but steadily. They had been taught to take care of sheep and cattle and -to raise vegetables. - -They had learned to distrust the witch-doctors and to take precautions -against contagion. They had learned to respect the law and to live at -peace with their neighbors. They had built several hundred miles of -cart tracks. They had axes, knives, hoes, scissors, and many other -possessions which Mr. Grubb had had shipped from England to help them -to live more comfortably and to earn their living more easily. Some -could even read and write. - -They had learned still more important lessons. Mr. Grubb had taught -them that it was unspeakably wicked to kill the poor little babies as -they had been doing, and equally wrong to bury alive sick people whom -they thought would soon die. He had taught them also that it was wrong -to drink liquor because it made them frantic and wicked. Though they -did not always do what was right, hundreds of them knew what was right, -and had begun to try to be good. - -They knew also—and this was most important of all—about God and -Jesus, and, though none had openly become Christians, the seed of -Christianity had been planted in their hearts. - -Now Poit had a special chance to learn what was right because he was -constantly in the company of Mr. Grubb who had brought about this -wonderful transformation. He was very bright and Mr. Grubb depended -upon him, and he seemed very faithful and Mr. Grubb trusted him. He -could hunt and set traps, and steal quietly up to the ostriches and -capture them, and find his way through the woods, and make bows and -arrows, and do other useful things. - -When Mr. Grubb had been in the Chaco for seven years he went home to -England for a vacation, the first vacation he had had. Other young men -had come to help him, and the mission was so well established that it -would not suffer in his absence. - -Before he went away, he planned carefully for his return. He intended -then to visit a distant tribe called the Toothli, to which Poit -belonged, and he had already built a bullock road in that direction. -He sent Poit to a distant settlement with seventeen head of cattle -and other goods and told him that he was to settle down there and -make friends with the people. He was not to sell the cattle to people -who would use them for food, but only to those who would raise other -cattle, because Mr. Grubb was very anxious for the natives to learn to -care for stock. - -Poit was to tell the Toothli that the missionaries would come and live -with them if they would do certain things. They must give up making -beer, and they must not hold feasts which lasted more than three days. -They must work when they were called upon for the good of the whole -settlement, and they must help to build the cart track and keep it -clear. They must live at peace with their neighbors, and above all they -must cease at once the killing of little children. - -Poit had done so well, that this important work was entrusted to him -and off he went with his cattle and his goods. He was very proud and -at first he obeyed Mr. Grubb's directions. But alas, his pride in Mr. -Grubb's confidence and his feeling of responsibility did not continue. -He forgot what he had learned; he convinced himself that Mr. Grubb was -gone for good; and he took possession of the property which Mr. Grubb -had given him. He began to sell the cattle to people who used them for -food, and he took the money for himself. - -When Mr. Grubb came back, Poit was terrified. He had not believed Mr. -Grubb's promise nor had he understood in the least how devoted Mr. -Grubb was to his work. Now the money had to be paid over, and he had to -give an account of the cattle, and he had spent a part of the money, -and the cattle had been eaten. In order to cover his crime, he stole -money from the missionaries. He was so clever that they did not at -first suspect that he was the thief. But he could not bring the cattle -back to life and soon he realized that discovery was at hand; Mr. Grubb -would learn that he had not been faithful. - -Mr. Grubb prepared at once to fulfil his promise to visit the Toothli -people, and so little did he suspect Poit of wrong-doing that he made -him the leader of the six Indians whom he took with him. - -It was so hot that the party traveled by night to avoid the sun. They -had a pretty comfortable track to walk on, but on both sides were -thickets of trees and vines in which the twenty-four kinds of frogs -croaked in twenty-four different notes, and everywhere were mosquitoes -which flew out hungrily when they heard human beings approaching. - -Suddenly Mr. Grubb looked round and saw that, of all his company, only -Poit was in sight. He sent him back at once to find out why the others -lingered. In a little while Poit reappeared and reported that one of -the bearers had a thorn in his foot, and his companions were extracting -it. They would all be along, he said, in a few minutes. - -But the few minutes passed and the Indians did not come. Poit had -wickedly told them that Mr. Grubb did not need them and that they might -return toward the mission. He had dreamed that when his disobedience -was found out, Mr. Grubb had killed him, and he had decided in terror -that he must kill Mr. Grubb as soon as possible. He meant to go on for -a few days until they had reached the Toothli country and then he would -do the deed. He believed that the people of his tribe would help him to -hide his crime. - -Mr. Grubb noticed that Poit seemed downcast, but he did not dream what -he had in his heart. The two went on alone, and still the other Indians -did not overtake them. Poit suggested that perhaps they had gone home -because they did not approve of the journey. Still Mr. Grubb did not -suspect his evil intention, and they traveled on, arriving presently at -the village which was Poit's home. - -Here Mr. Grubb inquired about the cattle, but everybody was in league -with Poit and helped him conceal his theft, and still Mr. Grubb was -deceived. The people said that the cattle had merely strayed away, and -he gave orders that they be collected before his return. - -For two days he and Poit journeyed toward the distant settlements, -and at last Poit decided that he could postpone the murder no longer. -His heart was depressed when he woke, because in his sleep he had -understood more clearly than when he was awake what a fearful thing it -was to kill a man who had shown such love for those who would gladly -have been his enemies. - -As he moved about, his courage revived; he ceased to be downcast and -became cheerful. So cold-blooded was he that he sat beside Mr. Grubb -on the ground while he sharpened the long iron arrow with which he -intended to kill him. - - [Illustration: BARBROOKE GRUBB - - Unarmed and unprotected, he was a messenger of peace to the Indians of - Paraguay.] - -They were now traveling by day, and they set out at about half-past six -for their last journey together. The sun was already high and so hot -that it had dried the heavy dew. They had gone but a short distance -when Mr. Grubb saw that he had been led into a thicket. He observed a -strange look on Poit's face, and did not realize that he had caught -Poit's eye at the moment when he was trying to get into a position from -which he could shoot him. - -A moment later he bent over, trying to break a path through the -undergrowth, and in that instant Poit lifted his bow and arrow. A -stinging blow under his shoulder blade, and Mr. Grubb understood in a -flash that this was not his friend but his enemy, and that he had been -shot, perhaps fatally. - -When the deed was done, Poit came to himself. He shouted in dismay and -terror, "Ak kai! Ak kai!" and rushed away. - -He had run only a short distance when he sat down to think. He believed -that he had either killed Mr. Grubb outright or that Mr. Grubb would -soon die from his wounds or that he would be slain by a jaguar whose -tracks they had crossed. He decided craftily that he would set out -straightway for the mission and say that he had seen a jaguar about to -leap, and that, shooting at the jaguar, he had killed Mr. Grubb. - -He had not gone very far when he met an Indian with paint marks on -his body, which showed that he was in mourning. Poit supposed this -meant that Mr. Grubb was dead—someone must have found Mr. Grubb's -body before the jaguar devoured it. He ran back into the forest. By -this time he was out of his mind with fear. For hundreds and hundreds -of years the Indians had killed foreigners without thinking anything -about it; but now there was a change. Here was an Indian mourning for -a foreigner! Poit was puzzled and frightened. He did not yet know that -all the Indians were crying out for vengeance upon the man who had -tried to murder their benefactor. - -But what neither Poit nor the mourning Indian knew was that Mr. Grubb -was still alive. How he reached the mission was a miracle. He was -more dead than alive from the wound which pierced his lung, and from -exhaustion. Sometimes he staggered along leaning on two Indians; -sometimes he rode a horse on whose back he had to be supported. Often -his companions had to lay him down on the ground lest he should die. -He suffered from the heat by day and was tortured by the mosquitoes by -night. As though this were not enough, one night a goat belonging to an -Indian jumped on him by accident! - -But at last he reached the mission and had proper medical attention, -and all along the weary way the Indians saw his agony and understood -that he was suffering because he had come to help them. They thought -not only of him, but of the Master about whom he had told them, and -they believed that he had been saved by a miracle. - -Though Mr. Grubb still lived, the Indians decided that Poit must die, -and they searched for him until they captured him. He pleaded with them -desperately, reminding them that he was their relative whom they had -known all their lives and that Mr. Grubb was only a stranger; but they -would not listen. - -When he heard that Poit was to die, Mr. Grubb tried to save him, but in -vain. He did, however, succeed in saving Poit's family whom the Indians -would have killed also. This forgiving spirit amazed and touched them -still more. - -Now this story is sad and dreadful and there would not be any reason -for telling it if Poit's death were the end. But in a way, it was only -a beginning. - -Mr. Grubb had to make two journeys for further medical attention, one -to Ascuncion, nearly four hundred miles away, and one to Buenos Ayres, -nine hundred miles away. It was December when Poit attacked him; it was -June before he was able to take up his work. When he did so, the seed -so strangely sown by poor Poit had ripened. Two Indians who had been -impressed by Mr. Grubb's devotion and by his almost miraculous recovery -asked to be baptized. Thus the foundation of the Church in the Chaco -was laid. - -Mr. Grubb is still working, and the extent of his influence has greatly -increased. The Indians in the distant settlements no longer wait for -him to seek them out; they come to see for themselves what he has done -and to hear the story he has to tell. The government has named him the -"pacificator of the Indians." - -Do you not suppose that sometimes as he thinks of his years in the -Chaco, he thinks with pity of poor Poit and hopes that his cry "Ak kai! -Ak kai!" showed repentance as well as fear of punishment? - - - - -IV - -TREE-NOT-SHAKEN-BY-THE-WIND - - -Ten-year-old Fred Hope looked up at the men who looked down at him. He -was very happy because he had just taken the pencil and paper which one -of the men handed him, and written - - Fred Hope $1.00 - -He lived on a farm near Flat Rock, Illinois, and many times he had seen -his father sign his name to a subscription paper when the deacons had -been collecting money for the church and had made up his mind that some -day he would sign his own name. At last he had done so, and his eyes -were shining. - -"Now," said he, "I've got to find a way to make that dollar." - -He took a hoe and some beans and went into the garden to begin to earn -his dollar. He planted the beans and watched eagerly to see them grow. -It was a bad year for beans in Illinois and there was no crop. But he -did not give up. From beans he turned to rats. The rats had been eating -his father's grain and Fred made a contract to rid the place of rats at -five cents apiece. It happened there were more rats than beans in Flat -Rock that year and no Indian chief ever counted with more pride his -scalps of white men than Fred the notches which numbered the rats he -had slain. Soon the dollar was paid, and his father's grain was safe. - -The next money Fred made was to pay his way to college. When he had -almost enough saved, his mother said: - -"Father does not see how he can get along without you on the farm. He -has had a great deal of trouble and lost a lot of money." - -"Of course I'll stay, and I'll find a way to go to college later on," -answered Fred. - -When he was twenty-four years old he went to Maryville College in -Tennessee. There he had to begin with the small boys in the preparatory -department. - -"You might just as well give up," said some of his friends. "You are so -far behind you can never catch up." - -But Fred only laughed. "I'll find a way. When I can't raise beans I -always catch rats." - -He worked as hard at his lessons as he had on the farm, and played as -well as he worked. He was the best man on his football team, and when -he graduated he was president of his class. - -While he was at school he thought he would like to be a missionary, -but he did not wish to be a preacher and he had never heard of a -missionary who was not a preacher. At last he settled it this way: - -"If God wants me to be a missionary and there is any way I can be a -missionary without being a preacher then I'll be one." - -A few years later as a steamer neared the west coast of Africa, Fred -Hope jumped from one of the berths. He called to his wife to dress as -fast as she could so they should not miss the first glimpse of the -shore. - -He had found a way; he was going to Elat on the west coast of Africa -to take charge of the Frank James Industrial School. As he stood on -the deck in the gray light of the early morning, he seemed to see John -Ludwig Krapf and Robert Moffat and David Livingstone and all the men -and women who had found a way to give their lives to Africa, and his -heart was glad. - -He could see two white dwelling houses surrounded by tall coconut-palms -and other tropical plants, beyond the dashing surf at the Batanga -landing. How anxious he was to reach them! The travelers were lowered -to the small boat in a "Mammy chair," a seat swung by ropes from the -deck of the steamer. Then the sturdy black men pulled for the shore, -their wet backs gleaming in the sunlight. - -A boy who had come from Elat to meet them was waiting with two -bicycles. Mr. Hope had never been on a bicycle, so he practised riding -round and round, to the amusement of all the crowd. Then he and Mrs. -Hope started on their long journey of one hundred and ten miles in the -narrow path through the African jungle. - -On either side of them giant trees reached upward for many, many feet -before spreading out branches to the sunlight above. Underneath the -trees there was no sunshine, only the gloom of dense foliage. It made -them feel as though they were in a great cathedral,—the quiet, the -great pillars of the trees, and the dim light. - -As they rode on through the villages and the bush, people crowded round -them curiously. The black men could not speak the white man's words or -make the white man understand their words. They pointed to Mr. Hope's -head. - -"They want you to take off your hat so they can see your straight -hair," said the boy. - -Mr. Hope took off his hat. They looked at his straight hair very -solemnly. Then they pointed to Mrs. Hope's head. - -"They want to see the hair that is like long ropes," said the boy. Mrs. -Hope took off her hat. - -They moved their hands to their heads and then far out until she -understood that they wanted her to take out the hairpins and stretch -her hair as far as it would reach "like long ropes." - -They gazed with wonder at its length and softness. Then one of them -opened his mouth and pointed first to his teeth and then to Mr. Hope's -mouth. Soon every black man was doing the same thing. - -"They want to see your brass teeth," the boy explained. Mr. Hope opened -his mouth, while the people who had never heard of a dentist gazed with -much respect at the gold fillings. - -"How do the people all along the way know we are coming?" asked Mr. -Hope. "There are no telegraph wires or telephones." - -"By the drums," answered the boy. "Every village has its drums. They -are hollowed out of logs so the ends make curious sounds that speak -to those who listen. When you pass through a village the men who beat -the drums call to the next village, 'Strange white man is here.' All -important men have drum names. Perhaps you will do something so brave -they will give you a drum name some day." - -When they reached Elat, Mr. Hope began to find the work God had -provided for a man who was not a preacher. The missionaries who had -been in Africa said that the boys and men who went home after being in -the mission schools had nothing to do. There were no stores for them -to run, no factories or shops in which they could work, and no one had -ever taught them how to farm. - - [Illustration: - - © _Underwood and Underwood_ - - NATIVE AFRICAN "WIRELESS STATION" - - Every village on the West Coast has its drum by which messages are sent - from village to village.] - -There were not even any decent houses. They had to live in little huts -made out of the bark of trees, with a dirt floor, no windows, and only -one little door, so low that they had almost to crawl in. Their houses -had only one room, and in that room all the family cooked and ate and -slept. The chickens stayed in a little room built at the side of the -house. There was no way for them to get in except through the same door -that led through the house. Often they stopped to take a peck at the -food the women were grinding between heavy flat stones. - -The houses were very dirty. The women had no time to keep their houses -clean; they had to dig and hoe the ground and harvest the crops and -look after their children and cook the meals. - -Meanwhile the men sat round the huts and smoked and drank and -palavered. To "palaver" means to talk and talk and then talk some more. -Sometimes they went hunting and sometimes they fought men of other -tribes. If they had known how to work or if it had been the custom for -them to work, they would not have been so good-for-nothing. - -Mr. Hope decided that one of the best deeds one could do for Africa -would be to teach the men and boys how to work, to build decent houses -and churches and towns, to make furniture and clothes, and to use the -wonderful natural gifts God has given to Africa. - -The Frank James Industrial School had been started to do all of -these things and half a dozen boys were there to welcome the new -superintendent. The school building was a little bark shack much like a -native hut. From an industrial school at Old Calabar Mr. Hope secured -a tailor and a carpenter. He found an old hand sewing machine which -someone had almost worn out in America and then put into a missionary -box for Africa. Then the boys were ready to sew. - -The first order they took was for clothes for a party of men who came -many miles carrying burdens. In the interior of Africa there are no -freight or express lines and everything is carried on the heads or -backs of men. These bearers had come one hundred and twenty-five miles -carrying sixty-five pounds each. They received one cent a mile for -their loads. When they got their money, Mr. Hope said, "it burned their -pockets, or would have burned them if they had had any pockets." That -was just what they wanted—some pockets like the white men. They wore -only pieces of bark cloth tied around their waists. - -They wanted to spend their money at once and asked how much they could -buy for $1.25. Mr. Hope told them that would not buy a whole suit of -clothes, so they decided that each of them would get a coat, since a -coat had more pockets than trousers. The boys in the tailoring school -took their measure for their first order for "clothes made while you -wait." - -They waited for a whole week and then went home each wearing a khaki -coat and as happy as if he had a full outfit. Since that day the -tailoring class has never caught up with its orders. The men and boys -have made clothes for themselves, for the missionaries and their wives -and children, and for people in the country round about. They have even -made uniforms for army officials. They can do all this work because now -they have large, plank buildings and machinery which includes fifteen -sewing machines. - -But tailoring would not keep everyone busy, and other things besides -clothes were needful, so Mr. Hope put some of the boys to work in a -carpentry class. Logs of beautiful wood were brought from the wonderful -forests. There were no great trucks in Elat, so a team of fifteen or -twenty men was made up to haul the logs to the saw mill and from there -they were taken to the carpenter shop. - -At first all the lumber was sawed by hand, and it took two men all day -to saw out half a dozen planks. Then Mr. Hope wrote to America for an -engine. When the big engine landed at Batanga the people were very much -excited. - -"Let us go with you to bring it to Elat," said several of the men. - -"How will we be able to pull such a big engine that weighs so much?" -asked one. - -"You are an ignorant man," answered another. "Do you not know the -strange thing that white men say of this engine?" - -"What is it that they say?" - -"They say that men need not pull this engine along the road, but that -if men will make fire in it and put water over the fire the engine will -walk by itself along the road." - -When they reached Batanga they helped to put the water in the boiler -and make the fire and then they saw the engine "walk by itself." - -They had traveled about thirty-five miles along the wide, new road, and -Mr. Hope was thinking how wonderful it would be to have the big engine -at the saw mill, when there was a crash, and the bridge over the muddy -stream they were crossing went down. The engine turned over and dropped -twenty feet into the creek below. - -Mr. Hope and his friend, who were riding on the engine, went down -with it and were thrown to one side. The black men thought they were -killed, for heavy timbers had fallen all around them, but they soon -crawled out alive and stood looking at their engine lying upside down -in the mud of the little creek. - -The black men said the engine could never be raised from the creek. Mr. -Hope only smiled, and went to work. In a week the engine was standing -on the road ready to walk by itself again. - -Then a message came from the governor saying the engine would not be -allowed to walk through his country. But even this did not discourage -Mr. Hope. He sent back to Elat for one hundred men. They came and -hitched themselves to the engine like horses and pulled it all the long -way to Elat, where from that time it sawed the wood as fast as it was -needed. It was a year from the time they started until they pulled the -engine into Elat. - -At first the boys made very simple furniture, but soon they advanced -to dining-room extension tables, couches, davenports, and bookcases. -Morris chairs were their especial delight, and they have invented -ingenious folding-chairs. - -Mr. Hope looked at some American wicker and willow furniture and said, -"We ought to beat that in Africa, because we have such wonderful -bush-rope in the jungles." - - [Illustration: - - _Courtesy Presbyterian Board of Foreign Missions_ - - AT THE FRANK JAMES INDUSTRIAL SCHOOL, ELAT, AFRICA - - The boys gathered rattan vines, and Fred Hope showed them how to make - attractive bush-rope furniture.] - -So the boys began to gather rattan vines of different sizes and make -it into bush-rope furniture which was so beautiful that when foreign -officers visited Africa and saw it, they insisted on taking samples -home with them. - -Next the boys turned their attention to building houses. They practised -on houses for themselves; then they built houses for the missionaries. -They decorated Mr. Hope's house with beautiful mahogany panels made -from the trees that grew right at their door. - -When, after a while, the government needed large warehouses the boys -from Elat were able to build them. - -Their greatest triumph was the Elat church. This is not a little chapel -as one might expect in a mission; it is a church that seats four -thousand people. Not only did they build the church, but they made all -the furniture for it, and the many thousands of mats of dried grass -with which the roof was covered. Next they went around the country -building other Christian churches as they were needed. - -They learned to make small articles as well as large. From the tusks of -the elephants, which were not in cages at the Zoo, but at home in the -forests all about, they made ivory chessmen. - -Of course, Mr. Hope cannot keep forever the many boys and men who come -to the school. Most of them must go back to their own homes. He wanted -them to know how to farm when they went back, so he laid out a little -farm for them to practise on at the schools, and here they learn the -best methods of planting and cultivating. They have tried to find new -plants which might grow in Africa. Our own American Agricultural Bureau -became interested in exchanging plants and seeds, and before long we -will see African vegetables in America and American vegetables in -Africa. - -Some boys are taught to become blacksmiths and in their shop they do -everything from putting a new blade into a pocket-knife to rebuilding -an automobile. - -"An automobile!" you say. "Where did they find it?" It happened in a -curious fashion. Elat was in German territory and when the Great War -began and the Germans were driven away, they did not wish to leave -behind anything that would be of help to the French army, so they -piled up all their bicycles, motor cycles, automobiles, and trucks and -wrecked them with sledges and blew them up with dynamite. To be sure -that nothing was left they set fire to the wreck. The French officers -came along and looked at the pile of scrap iron and said, "Junk! -Nothing worth taking with us," and gave it to the mission. When Fred -Hope saw it, his eyes shone just as if they had taken him into a big -supply store and said, "Help yourself." Some people might have shrugged -their shoulders in despair, but Mr. Hope and his assistant, Mr. -Cozzens, set the boys at the school to work on the junk heap, and out -of it they made an automobile. This model is not to be bought in the -American market, but it has a number of good points all its own. Then -they made an auto-truck. What was left was made into a steam engine -which runs the shaft that in turn runs a planer, a boring machine, a -shingle mill, a grinder, and a large lathe. - -During the war there was no oil to be had for the machinery, but Mr. -Hope did not stop all the wheels and cable to America that he would -have to close the school. - -"See all these beans growing around us," he said to his boys. "They are -almost like the castor beans we have in America, and Americans make oil -out of the castor bean. Bring me a jack from the carpenter shop." The -boys ran to get the jack. "Now, turn it upside down and make a press -out of it." - -They mashed the beans until a thick oil ran out. Then Mr. Hope bought -peanuts, not ten cents worth in a paper sack from the corner store, -but tons from the farms where they grew. The boys mashed them until -barrelfuls of oil were stored away. It was a better grade and much -cheaper than the oil they bought from Europe. Today two hydraulic -presses make the manufacture of oil easy. - -"What shall we do now?" asked a boy one day. "There are no more of the -American brooms." - -"Why not make brooms here in our own school?" said Mr. Hope. - -They planted broom-corn seed and it grew so well that now broom-making -is one of the trades taught at Elat. - -During the war there was no soap to be had. Some people said, "How -dreadful!" but Mr. Hope said, "What good luck! We shall have to find a -way to make our own soap." - -He sent to America for lye, and the school has added soap-making to its -other work. - -One day the boys asked what they should do with the shavings in the -carpenter shop. - -"Burn them," said Mr. Hope. "Burn all of them." - -The foolish boys set fire to them on the dirt floor of the shop. They -were piled up so high that the roof mats caught fire and in a few -moments there was nothing left of the carpentry shop but a pile of -ashes and a few blackened tools. - -But almost before the ashes were cold, Mr. Hope started the remorseful -boys to building another shop, and in less than a week they were back -at work. - -Many of the young men who came to the school were married, and Mr. -Hope decided that he would build a town where each man who attended -school could live in his own home. His town now has houses on each side -of the street and more than one hundred families live there. In the -afternoons, Mrs. Hope has classes for the girls and women. She teaches -them to cook and to sew, to read and to write, and to take care of -their children. - -After the boys and men and their wives have finished their training -in the schools, they go back to their own villages. Often they build -themselves a home. The chief is sure to be interested in a man who -has a house better than his own, so the mission boys become men of -importance. - -Hundreds of boys have been turned away from the school because -they could not be accommodated. Only the strongest Christian boys -are chosen. These boys come from all parts of the mission and are -recommended for admission by the missionaries who know them. - - [Illustration: FRED HOPE - - His steadfastness and perseverance won for him from the Africans the - name, "Tree-Not-Shaken-by-the-Wind."] - -Frequently the boys themselves become missionaries. They build churches -and tell the people the wonderful story of the "Tribe of God" to -which they belong. Many of them start schools. None of them sit around -their huts all day and smoke and drink and beat their wives and -quarrel, as their fathers and grandfathers used to do. While they learn -their trades, they become better Christians, not only because they -listen to the preaching on Sunday, but because they watch Mr. and Mrs. -Hope and the other missionaries and see how they live. - -Fred Hope said he would be a missionary if he could be one without -being a preacher, yet he preaches every day. Sometimes he ventures -to stand up in church or among the people who crowd the doors of the -mission, and tell them the story of the Son of God who gave Himself for -them, but most of his preaching is his every-day living. - -He has won his "drum name." He began to win it when he paid his pledge -for $1.00 by catching rats when his bean crop failed, and always since -then he has found some way to do the things that he undertakes no -matter how hard they are or how many difficulties he meets. - -If you were in an African village which Mr. Hope was about to -visit, you would not be handed a telegram stating "Fred Hope has -arrived," but instead, you would hear the drums beat the call, -"'Tree-Not-Shaken-by-the-Wind' is here." - - - - -V - -WHEN MARY WAS AFRAID - - -The night was gloomy and rain threatened, yet there were many boys and -girls on Queen Street in Dundee. They were doing nothing in particular; -they did not seem to be on their way anywhere; they were simply hanging -about. - -Opening into Queen Street were courts called "pends" or "closes." These -were not streets, for they were very narrow, or thoroughfares, because -they led nowhere; they were merely vestibules to tall buildings where -human beings lived huddled together like animals. They were paved with -rough stones, and in order to reach the spiral staircase on the outside -of the old tenements one had to step through masses of filth. - -Even so, these boys and girls found the pend and the gateway into the -street and the street itself a pleasant change from the crowded rooms -in which they lived. All day they worked in factories, and in the -evening they naturally tried to find entertainment. - -This evening they were in a good humor, and it was very plain that they -were awaiting some interesting event. They looked down the street -eagerly as one might look for the approach of the band at the head of a -circus parade. Presently they drew near together before the door of a -little room on the ground floor of Queen Street. The window-shades were -lifted and within were to be seen rows of benches and a little table. -They looked in and laughed. - -"We'll get her!" said a rough voice. "Just wait till she comes to her -prayer-meeting!" - -So it was not for a circus parade they were watching! - -"She wants to go out to Africa to teach black people!" said another, -and there were shrieks of laughter as though this were the strangest -desire ever heard of. - -"Black people!" repeated the largest boy of all. "I'll black her eye." -As he spoke he swung a heavy object at the end of a string. It looked -like a piece of lead and was a dangerous weapon. - -At this moment a figure appeared at the corner and advanced toward the -group. - -"She's coming!" shouted a girl. "She's coming!" - -There was delighted laughter and a sudden stooping to the earth. There -were loose stones on Queen Street and there was also mud, both soft, -sticky mud and hard, dried mud. - -"We'll do for her!" cried another girl. - -"We'll make her let us alone." - -"I'm a good shot." - -A foe worthy of these many fierce opponents should have been tall and -strong and well-armed, but the approaching figure was that of a girl. -Her name was Mary Slessor; she was fourteen years old and short for -her age. She had not had a chance to grow to her full height because -she got up at five o'clock in the morning, helped her mother until she -went to the factory at six, worked until six in the evening, and then -helped her mother until a late bedtime. When she had a spare moment she -read, even propping her book up on her loom as the great missionary -Livingstone had done when he was a factory boy. - -The shouts of the boys and girls grew louder. - -"Hi, Mary Slessor!" - -"Hit her!" - -"You let us alone, or we'll do for you!" - -The little figure came straight on. - -"We're not going to come to your meetings!" shouted a loud voice. - -"We don't care for your meetings!" yelled another. - -"You clear right out of here!" howled a third. - -Still the little figure advanced. - -"I won't give up," she shouted back, white-faced and stubborn. "You can -do what you like; I won't give up!" - -In answer to this defiance there was a moment's silence. Then the -largest boy stepped out with his weight tied to a cord in his hand. - -"All right," he said. "Then look out for your head!" - -His companions moved back out of danger, and he began to swing the lead -round and round. - -"You can't frighten me," said Mary. "I'm going to go to the meetings -and I'm going to invite you to the meetings. You can't stop me." - -She stood perfectly still. The tall boy moved nearer. He lifted his -arm and began to swing the piece of lead round and round in the air. -It passed within six inches of Mary's face; another swing, and it -was within four inches. Now it touched a flying tendril of her hair. -Another swing and it might kill her. - -But the boy dropped his arm and let the cruel weapon fall. For the -first time in his unruly life he had been beaten—not by force, but by -love. - -"Let her alone," he said gruffly. "She's game." - -A little color came into Mary's pale cheeks. Most persons would -have been satisfied with this victory, but Mary was not. She boldly -repeated the crime for which she had been so nearly punished. - -"Will you come to my meeting?" she asked. - -The leader put both hands into his pockets. - -"Well, this beats me!" he said. His companions expected that now Mary -Slessor's hour had come. Instead, he turned on them furiously. - -"Go on in!" he commanded, and into the meeting filed the whole party. - -It was not this time that Mary was afraid. - - * * * * * - -In far-off Calabar in Africa in the deep woods there was a stir. Dawn -was not yet complete, though there was a grayish light over everything -and a pink glow in the eastern sky. The trees were tall, the foliage -dark, and here and there were gorgeous flowers. Now and then a parrot -or a monkey chattered high up on the branches. Near by flowed a -beautiful stream, overshadowed by thick foliage and edged by blooming -water-lilies. - -So far everything was beautiful. But in the deep thickets there were -sounds which were not beautiful, the angry shouts of harsh, human -voices. Advancing through the bushes were many black men, wearing -almost no clothing, but armed to the teeth. They carried knives in -their belts and spears and guns in their hands. Their black eyes -glittered, their teeth gleamed, they panted for breath. They were on -the war-path, and they looked as terrible as charging beasts of prey. -They were a tribe of the Okoyong country, going to meet in battle -another tribe, a member of which had injured their chief. Nothing one -would have said could stay them. - -Suddenly they heard a sound of advancing footsteps and a shrill call. -They tightened their grasp on their weapons. Was the enemy at hand? -Then up and at him! - -But it was not an enemy; the voice was not that of a warrior; it was -that of a woman. It was not even that of a woman of Okoyong; it was -that of a white woman. "Stop!" it called, in the language of the -Okoyong. "Stop! Listen to me!" - -There came into view a little woman who looked, in spite of the passing -of many years, like the girl who had defied the boys in Queen Street. -She was not much taller and certainly no stouter. Her hair was bobbed -like a boy's, and this made her look much as she had long ago. It was -undoubtedly Mary Slessor. - -She advanced rapidly, running over the ground in bare feet. One could -not keep one's shoes dry in the damp grass, and it was better to go -unshod. - - [Illustration: A WEST COAST AFRICAN VILLAGE - - Living in a native mud hut, eating the same sort of food, and sharing - their every-day life, Mary Slessor became the beloved "White Queen of - Okoyong."] - -"Stop!" she called again. "Listen to me!" - -"Ma is coming!" said a dozen angry voices. - -"She needn't think she can stop us with any of her peace talk!" - -"Disgrace has been put upon us," said another. "We must have vengeance." - -The warriors shook their heads impatiently. They would listen, but they -would not obey. The little figure came nearer and nearer and stood at -last regarding them. - -Calabar was not only one of the most beautiful places in the world, -it was one of the most terrible. Just as into the pends and closes -of Dundee had crowded all the poor and wretched beings who could -not afford to live elsewhere, so into Calabar had drifted the most -ignorant, the most degraded, the most persecuted of the black men -on the West Coast. On one side the water prevented them from going -farther; not far away from the other side was the desert. From the -sea came a terrible enemy, the slave-trader, who seized thousands of -victims and carried them away to die in misery in his ships or to serve -hard masters in distant lands. The country was under the control of -England, but no white men penetrated it to face death from starvation, -fever, or the bullet or poisoned arrow or spear-tip of a warrior. - -Missionaries try to speak as kindly as possible about the people among -whom they work, but for these poor Africans they had only dreadful -words, "bloody," "savage," "cruel," "crafty," "devilish," "cannibals," -"murderers." They did their best for them along the coast, but their -efforts to penetrate inland were in vain. It was no wonder they were -"bloody," "savage," and "cruel," since the white man whom the Africans -knew was a demon who stole men, who taught them new ways of murdering -one another, and who brought them rum which made beasts of them. - -Most fierce and terrible of all the tribes and most dangerous to the -white man were the Okoyong whose watchword seemed to be "war." They -fought among themselves in their own villages and in various tribes; -but most of all they fought the surrounding nations. The life of a -warrior from Calabar was not worth an instant's purchase if he appeared -on their borders. - -But into this country Mary Slessor had gone, and here she was at dawn, -alone, facing a tribe of angry men—not only facing them, but giving -them orders. - -She had left Scotland and had lived for a while in the mission school -at Duke Town near the coast where all was orderly, and there had -learned the language. Now she lived in a mud hut and ate the food of -the natives, partly so that she might have a large share of her salary -to send home to her mother, and partly because she wanted to learn the -hearts of the native men and women and the secret of their dreadful -customs. If she knew why they believed it necessary to kill the wives -of a chief when he died and put their bodies with his into the grave, -if she knew why they threw poor little twin babies into the bushes to -die, if she knew why they offered human sacrifices,—then she might be -able to persuade them to understand their own wickedness. - -She asked at last to be sent to Okoyong, and here she was alone, so far -as white companionship was concerned, but with many black companions. -She had even adopted a family, all of them black. One was a little -girl, brought to her by a white trader. - -"I found this tiny baby thing in the bush," he said. "It is a twin, and -the other is dead." - -Mary called the baby Janie for her sister in Scotland. Finally she had -seven, who would otherwise have died and whom she nursed and taught and -trained. - -The Okoyong, who would not have endured the presence of a man, -tolerated her. She lived at first in the king's hut, where they were -able to watch her day and night. They believed that she could do them -no harm, and they were willing to let her prescribe for their illnesses -and try to heal their poor bodies. They called her "Ma," and when she -did not oppose their customs, they obeyed her. - -But Mary Slessor was not one to countenance evil, or to step aside -from a path which she had set for herself. When she saw prisoners -about to be tortured, not as punishment, but merely as a test of -their innocence, she protested and argued and scolded until the chief -reconsidered. When human sacrifices were to be offered after the death -of a young chief, she grew frantic; she mocked and commanded and -even slept beside the prisoners so that they should not be murdered, -and she helped them escape. She arbitrated quarrels, she proved the -witch-doctors to be impostors. Day in and day out she preached of a -Kingdom of Love until the natives began to understand what it would -be to live at peace with their fellows, to be free from fear and -superstition, and to have hope in God. - -The government sent no consul into the district but appointed Mary -Slessor to be consul, and she sat in distant villages and heard -disputes and debated with great chiefs about proper punishment for -criminals, about trade, and about matters in dispute between the -natives and the government. She was called "The White Queen of -Okoyong." - -Now she was growing old; her little body was racked by ague; she was -often so tired that she did not see how she could live, but she saw -her work prospering. It was necessary for her to have a rest, and she -was about to leave. She was packing her few belongings and the river -steamer was almost at hand. - -But at the last minute there came to her a message. It was a secret; -she did not know who brought it. A chief had been injured by a man from -another tribe, and his own tribesmen were on their way to avenge him. - -She did not hesitate for an instant, unless it was to look at a picture -which hung on the wall of her little hut. It was the likeness of a -young man, the boy who had once defied her in Queen Street in Dundee -and had flung his leaden weight round her head. From the moment when -he had entered her meeting he had led a better life, and he had sent -her his picture and that of his wife and children to show her how -prosperous they were. With the recollection of that courageous stand in -her mind, she set out on her journey. She might miss the boat and not -get home, but that made no difference. How could she rest if she knew -that behind her all her work was being undone? - -The chief men of the village opposed her going. - -"They will kill you." - -"They are mad, they will shoot wildly. If you are not assassinated, you -will be shot by accident." - -"They will insult you in their drunken rage." - -But Mary shook her head and started, a man going before her beating -a drum to show that a free protected person was coming. She marched -straight to the village and there the warriors deceived her. They were -going to start out in the morning, but they said they would call her -and she might go with them. In the morning they called her as they had -promised, but not until they were ready to start. By the time she had -quickly sprung up from the earth where she was sleeping, the warriors -were off. - -They showed great stupidity, however, when they believed that they -could get rid of Mary Slessor in this fashion. A hundred yards away she -caught up to them and now she stood calling to them like the sign-post -which warns of the danger of the rushing train, "Stop! Listen!" This -danger was worse than that threatened by any rushing train. They began -to howl and yell. - -Mary looked at them scornfully. She knew how to talk to them. - -"Don't carry on like small boys!" she said. "Be quiet." - -To their amazement, she walked straight through their ranks and on to -the village where the enemy was drawn up in battle array. - -"I salute you," she said. - -The enemy were too much astonished and enraged to answer. - -"Where are your manners?" she said chidingly. She began to smile and -joke. - -At once an old man stepped out and knelt down at her feet. Here was one -person at least with manners. - -"Once when I was sick you came to see me and healed me. This is a -foolish quarrel. We beg you to make peace for us." If Mary had been -presented with a million dollars, she wouldn't have been so happy. - -"You bring three men," she commanded, "and three men will come from the -other side, and we will have a palaver." - -For hours she listened to their story; she coaxed them and commanded -them and pleaded with them and laughed at them. In the end she -conquered, and they made peace. Then she said a few simple words about -her Saviour and went back over the dark, lonely forest path. The boat -had gone, but messengers were waiting to take her down the river in a -canoe. - -It was not this time that Mary Slessor was afraid, but the time was -coming nearer. - - * * * * * - -The afternoon was pleasant and at Duke Town, along the coast of -Calabar, there was a stir which betokened some unusual event. The -chief missionary, Mr. MacGregor, was moving about busily, now in the -missionary buildings, now in his own house. The Governor General and -the Commissioner sat on their porches looking out as though they were -watching for something or somebody, or waiting for something to begin. -When Europeans met, they stopped and said a joking word to one another. - -It was more than thirty years since Mary Slessor had landed in Duke -Town, and there were many changes. The government buildings were larger -and finer, the mission buildings had increased in number and size, and -there were many other improvements. England had begun to busy herself -with the affairs of her colony, and the Church at home was listening to -the desperate call from Calabar. - -Presently a long line of boys appeared from the Boys' School and filed -into the hall of the mission buildings. Then there came an equally -long file from the Girls' School. At once the chief missionary and the -other missionaries and the Governor General and the Commissioner went -thither also, followed by the Europeans and the natives. - -They took their assigned places on the platform and the benches and sat -waiting. They watched the door even as the naughty boys and girls had -looked up the street in Dundee, and as the Okoyong chiefs had looked -out from between the branches. - -"She's coming!" said a whisper. The whisper passed all along the -benches. "She's coming! She's coming!" - -A little figure advanced to the platform, hesitated, and moved on, -assisted by firm and tender hands, and urged by laughing voices. - -"Now, come along, Ma! Are you afraid, Ma?" - -It must be confessed that now at last Mary Slessor was afraid; afraid -of all these eyes, though she was accustomed to facing thousands of -eyes set in black faces; afraid of all these smiles, though she was -accustomed to friendliness. Most of all, she was afraid of what was -being said. Almost before she was seated, the Commissioner began to -speak. - -"Miss Slessor, I have in my hand a box which contains a silver badge of -the Order of the Hospital of St. John of Jerusalem in England, of which -the King is the sovereign head. This badge is conferred only on persons -professing the Christian faith, who are eminently distinguished for -philanthropy. It is a Maltese cross, embellished in the angles by -lions and unicorns. I have been directed by the King to bestow this -badge upon you in recognition of your service to the government. You -have opened the country of Okoyong; you, above all others, have been -instrumental in preserving peace; you have let in a great light where -there was darkness; and England thanks you, her only woman consul." - -Mary not only was afraid, but she looked afraid. Her head bent lower -and lower, her hands were lifted to hide her face. But at last she -had to rise and have the medal pinned on her shoulder. She stood for -a moment, trembling; then she looked down at the pleased, attentive -faces. She saw herself a little girl in Scotland and then a woman -in Africa, and once again she grew calm and brave and even a little -ashamed of her embarrassment. The credit for what she had done was not -hers, she would tell where it belonged; then she would feel comfortable. - -"If I have done anything in my life," she said, "it has been easy, -because the Master has gone before." - -Then she sat down neither proud nor afraid, but content. - - - - -VI - -THE BOY FOR WHOM NO ONE CARED - - -Within the livery stable in Harrisburg there was the sound of rough -voices and the tramp of horses' feet. Outside the rain fell steadily. -It was six o'clock on a December morning, and the sky was still black. - -Christmas was only a few days off. David Day, who worked in the stable, -anticipated neither a holiday nor a Christmas dinner. It was during -the Civil War, and hither were brought the faithful, worn cavalry and -artillery horses which were then taken into neighboring counties and -exchanged for fresh farm horses. - -A large consignment had come in the evening before, and David had -helped to lead them to their places. He was dreaming of them as he lay -on a pile of straw with a horse-blanket for his only covering. - -Suddenly a rough voice called, "Dave! Dave!" and he started up from his -straw bed. "It's time to start. Are you going to lie there all day?" - -As he fastened his clothing, the loosening of which had been his only -preparation for the night, David's lips quivered. The cold, his -weariness of body, the glimpses he caught as he wandered about the town -of other people's happiness—all were bad enough, but he could stand -them if it were not for the dreadful loneliness of his heart. - -"If there were only one person in the world who cared for me!" he -thought. "One person to whom it made any difference whether I came or -went. That is all I ask." - -He found his fellow hostlers gathered together eating their rough -breakfast by the dim light of lanterns. They were soldiers, detailed -for this duty, and were dressed in faded blue uniforms. All were -hard-working, harshly-spoken men older than David. They did not mean to -be unkind; such treatment as they gave him was that to which they were -accustomed. - -This morning the rough commands, the oaths, the prospect of riding out -into the rain and being in a few minutes drenched to the skin seemed -to David more dreary than ever. He had a hope which usually sustained -him, the hope of continuing his education and becoming a preacher and -perhaps a missionary; but this morning his sky was dark. He mounted his -horse and rode out the gate directing with his voice a hundred poor, -dispirited, patient beasts, some of whom still bore the healed or only -partially healed scars of battle-wounds. - -By this time his misery was so keen that he said aloud, "If I only had -someone to care for me!" - -There was no answer, and he rode on. - - * * * * * - -Six years had passed and again the rain fell heavily. That which seemed -miraculous had happened. David had gone to school; friends had been -raised up for him, he had become a preacher and, still more wonderful, -a missionary. He had gone, not to India as he had expected, but to -Liberia on the west coast of Africa. Liberia is a republic, founded as -a home for colored people who wished to return from the United States -to their native land. On the seacoast there was civilization, but only -a little way inland the darkness of heathendom grew dense. Here David's -church had a mission, and here David and his wife had just arrived. - -The rain was not a steady winter rain like that into which he had -ridden with his horses; it was much heavier, and it was also more -irregular. For a half-hour the downpour shut out everything in sight; -then the sun shone brightly, and in a few minutes a thick mist rose -from the steaming earth. A little while and the same process was -repeated, and so on all day long. - -David and his wife left the little steamer which ran part way to the -mission and walked up the path preceded by the bearers who carried -their luggage. They expected to find a comfortable house with food -in the larder provided for them by their predecessor, who had had to -return home on account of failing health. - -They saw only the path before them; they did not see bright eyes -peering from among the dark leaves, glittering, bright eyes which -looked like a queer variety of fruit or blossom. The eyes watched them -cross the overgrown clearing before the mission house and climb the -steps. The porters set down their loads, received their pay, and turned -back into the wall of mist, and the two young people stood alone. The -black eyes could not see the faces of the newcomers and did not dream -of the consternation expressed there. To them, the mission house, even -in its present state, was a grand palace. - -David and his wife walked into the hall and saw that the rain had -come through the roof, through the ceiling, clear down to the first -floor. The departure of the last missionary had to be made so hurriedly -that there had been no time to protect anything from moisture or from -destructive insects. The furniture looked unsafe, the walls were -covered with mould, and there was naturally no food anywhere about. - -But they had brought some food with them, and they sat down on rickety -chairs before a rickety table to eat. The sun which had shone so -brilliantly for a few minutes vanished; there was a noise like thunder -on the roof, and darkness fell with the rain, though night was still -far away. As they ate, their spirits rose. - -"We are pioneers," said Mrs. Day. - -"Not quite," said David. "Pioneers do not have even as much of a roof -as this." Suddenly he laughed and went to the side of the room where -their luggage was stacked. He opened an umbrella and held it over Mrs. -Day's head upon which the rain had begun to drip. "Nor umbrellas!" said -he. - -Mrs. Day laughed, and her laugh made David for some strange reason -sober. - -"Why, your eyes are full of tears!" said she. "There isn't anything to -cry about!" - -David did not explain; he continued to eat with one hand while he held -the umbrella with the other. His tears were not tears of sorrow, but -tears of joy. Said he to himself: - -"I used to say, 'If only I had someone to care for me!' and now I have." - -But his heart was not at rest. When the supper was finished, he walked -to the door and looked out. Again the thunder of the rain had ceased, -the sun was shining brightly, and mist was rising from the earth. He -could see with his mind's eye the thick jungle extending hundreds of -miles away and growing darker and darker. It was not the thought of the -jungle which troubled him, but of the inhabitants whose hearts were -darker than their skins, darker than the shadows of night which would -soon settle down. He had now a new question to trouble his peace. - -"What can one man do?" he said to himself. - - * * * * * - -Ten more years passed, and this morning the sun shone clear and -unclouded. The rains were over, and fine weather was certain for weeks -to come. David remembered as he rose that the eleventh anniversary of -his coming to Africa had passed unnoticed. He had an important matter -on his mind and he dressed quickly and came and stood at the doorway of -the mission house, waiting a little impatiently for his breakfast. - -The mission house had changed in appearance; the roof was sound and the -floor safe to walk upon and there was comfortable furniture everywhere. -Even more changed was the aspect of everything without. It seemed as -though on all sides the jungle had been pushed back and the sunlight -had been let in. Before the mission house was a garden; near by stood a -chapel; here were dormitories; there were workshops. Surrounding the -mission grounds were plantations of coffee trees. - -Not only were there pleasant things to look at, but there were pleasant -things to hear, the sound of children singing, the cheerful jingling of -the breakfast dishes, and, above all, the soft pleasant splash of the -waterfall in the river. - -There were even funny sounds. A pet monkey sat on the porch railing and -chattered at David—whom, by the way, we should now call Mr. Day. The -poor monkey had yesterday learned a lesson which all naughty creatures -must learn, to keep his hands away from that which did not belong to -him. His aim in life was mischief; he liked to steal, to tear down -pictures from the wall, to open ink bottles and smear ink over nice -clean paper, or, better still, over paper which had been laboriously -covered with reports. - -But yesterday, in hunting for ink, he had opened a bottle of strong -ammonia. For a moment he had been paralyzed by the fumes, then he -coughed and sputtered and scolded and screamed and ran to the top of -one of the tall palm trees in front of the house. He would never open -any more bottles! He seemed to be saying so as he chattered. - - [Illustration: - - _Courtesy Women's Missionary Society, United Lutheran Church_ - - OLD MISSION CHAPEL BUILT BY DR. DAY, AND HIS COFFEE INDUSTRY - - Dr. Day believed that not only must men be taught about Jesus, but they - must be given work to keep them busy and create self-respect.] - -After breakfast a bell rang, and Mr. Day hurried to the chapel. It was -time for prayers, and then he would get at his important task. He had, -besides a loving heart, a good head, and he believed that it was not -enough to teach men about Jesus and to persuade them to have faith in -Him. One must also give them work to do so that their minds and hands -might be occupied and they might be self-respecting and busy. Then the -tempter would not be able to win them back to sin. - -Each boy and girl and each man and woman in the mission had a task. In -the first place they went to school, and hundreds had learned to read -the Bible, some so well that they could teach others. They did the work -in the mission house and on the coffee plantations, they toted the -baggage, and they farmed for themselves. - -Mr. Day not only believed that they should work, but he believed that -they should have good tools and labor-saving devices just as the white -people had, and this morning a long-looked-for steam engine was to be -set in place. There was no use to try to have any other work done, or -even to keep school. Mr. Day was excited, but he was the least excited -of all the people for miles around. - -He conducted chapel soberly, and then he went down to the river, -followed by a great crowd. There were little girls in neat gingham -dresses and little boys in white cotton trousers and shirts and older -folks who were also clean and neatly dressed. Behind them came another -throng who lived near by, but who did not belong to the mission. At -their head was a chief who had fixed himself up for the occasion by -borrowing all the clothing his friends owned. He wore shoes which were -too tight, and consequently he took mincing, awkward steps. The rest of -his wardrobe consisted of three heavy coats, the lower one very long, -the upper one cut off so as to show the tails of the other two, and a -high paper collar. - -Like all the rest, he was afraid of the large object which lay at the -landing. Not much of it was to be seen through the crate which covered -it, but he could tell that it was black and dangerous looking. He -muttered as he went along. - -"We no made for do dis ting. 'Merican man got dat sense. Country man -too fool; no sava (know) dem ting called steam. Sava cook, sava eat, -sava rice; but dis ting pass him." - -As they approached the river's edge, the men of the mission pressed -forward to the side of Mr. Day, whom they called Daddy. They were very -proud of their importance, but they were half afraid. Daddy was already -fastening the ropes to the boat in which the engine rested. - -"Now, boys, pull her up!" he called. - -There was giggling and laughing as a hundred hands laid hold on the -ropes. There was also a great deal of boasting, such as boys do in our -country. - -"Me strong man!" - -"Me pull powerful!" - -"Dis ting nosing! Me pull whole house." - -"Me pull whole tree down!" - -"Ready, all together!" called Daddy. - -In a few minutes the boat was high up on the sand beside a strong -tripod of poles and the mission wagon which had been placed there. With -still louder shouts the heavy box was swung into the wagon. There was -laughter and more boasting. - -"Me pull strongest of all!" - -But now came the tug-of-war. The wagon sank deep into the soft soil and -when it would not move, each black man let go the rope and began to -shout reproaches at his mate. - -"You no work!" - -"You weak man!" - -"You little baby!" - -Daddy was for a moment in despair. Then his ever-ready smile returned, -and he said to a bystander, "Get a drum." - -The drummer began to beat, the crowd began to sing, the boys and -girls began to dance, and the wagon moved. The rope was so long that -the women and children could take hold. In a little while the engine -had come to the end of its long journey from York, Pennsylvania, to -Muhlenberg Mission, Africa. - -But it was not yet set up, and Mr. Day was puzzled. He stood earnestly -reading the directions, and then he began to give orders. He was so -pressed upon by the crowd that he had to shout to them to stand back. - -A smart mission boy read the number on the engine. - -"Him say, 'No two four one seven.' That him name." - -They were all so busy with their own thoughts that they did not see -that the last section of the engine was in place and that Daddy had -filled the boiler with water. - -Suddenly a black boy began to yell. - -"Daddy burn him engine up! Daddy burn him engine up!" - -Daddy smiled again and piled under the boiler the splintered wood from -the crate. The fire grew hotter and hotter, the people forgot their -fear and pressed closer and closer. - -Daddy was elated; for years he had prayed for this engine, and for -months he had known that it was coming and had wondered whether he -would be able to set it up and run it. Now here it was, put together, -and with the steam pressure mounting higher and higher. He could not -express his joy, but he had something at hand which could. He supposed -that this fine engine had a fine whistle and he opened the valve and -set it off. - -Such a sound had never been heard in that part of the world. It was -shriller than the monkey's chatter; it was more penetrating than the -roll of the war-drums. Men, women, children—everybody—ran for the -woods. Even the goats and the chickens fled. Daddy laughed and laughed, -and presently they began to venture back. - -"How he live for (does he) holler?" asked one. - -"He shoot off wif he mouf!" - -"Daddy say he have biler. Where de biler?" - -"Yonder de biler!" And half a dozen fingers pointed to the smoke-stack. - -Daddy let the fire go down and went back to the mission porch. It was -almost noon, and the hot sun commanded all men with white skins to -get under cover. He sat down to tell his friends in America that the -engine was in place, and, as he wrote, he remembered his arrival at the -mission, its desolation, the sinking of his heart. His pen dropped from -his fingers. - -One man had, after all, done a great deal. - -Mr. Day had, after awhile, a new title, given to him by a college at -home. First he had been Dave, then David, then he had been the Reverend -Mr. Day, then "Daddy," and now he was "the Reverend Doctor Day." -Probably he liked "Daddy" best of all. - -He had ceased entirely as he grew older to think about other people -caring for him; what he wished for was to care for other people. He had -had many to love, the dear wife who worked with him, and two babies -whom they could only keep for a little while. Then there was Leila, a -little daughter who was brought up in America. When she was nine years -old she went to Africa, but lived only a short time. - -He had also hundreds, even thousands, of black boys and girls and men -and women, those who came to the mission as children and married there -and bought themselves little farms near by, and those who came and -stayed only a little while and then went back to the jungle. Of these, -some forgot all they had learned, except one thing, that here was a man -who had come from so far away that they could not measure the distance, -simply to do them good. - -For twenty-three years Dr. Day worked on, almost without rest. Mrs. Day -came home to America, worn-out, but with high courage to the end of her -life. She would not let anyone say that she would not get well and -that she could not go back and work with Dr. Day. - -"In Africa everything depends on how brave you are. I expect to go -back." - -Dr. Day saw many of the missionaries who came to help him fall by his -side; he saw his first native helpers grow old and die, but he was as -brave as Mrs. Day. - -"This is my work," he would say. "I need no rest. This is my place." - -In 1896 he came home. It was December, and more than thirty years had -passed since that December day when he had started out in the bleak -morning leading his poor horses. He traveled on a fast steamer, but it -was clearly to be seen that before he reached the dock he would have -started on another journey. The friends who came to meet him found only -his tired body. - -But all over the country hearts ached and ached, from Maine to -California and from Canada to Florida, and out in Africa there was -mourning. It was hard to realize that this was the boy who, when he was -young, had wished so desperately for "just one person to care for him." -Now thousands cared for him. The explanation is very simple, so simple -that any child can understand and can imitate him. It is this—he cared -for others. - - - - -VII - -UNDER TWO FLAGS - - -It was New Year's Eve in China, even though the calendar on Jennie -Crawford's desk in the hospital in the city of Hanyang said, -"January 31, 1911." Three years ago, she had left her home in Lynn, -Massachusetts, to go to Hanyang because there were more nurses in the -state of Massachusetts than in all the great Chinese Empire. - -"If I should live in China fifty years," she said to herself as she -looked at her calendar, "I'd never get used to February first or any -other day than the first day of January being New Year's Day. It seems -so strange to have a different day every year and none of them January -first." - -She walked to the window and looked out. The night was stormy. Loud -peals of thunder startled the people who hurried along the streets, and -occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the crowds gathered there. - -"It's not a good sign for the New Year," said one old Chinese to -another. "When it thunders on New Year's Eve there will be a bad year!" - -"We must make sure tonight that the evil spirits are all frightened -away," answered his friend. "We must take no chances on any being left -to get into the New Year." - -The two men joined the crowd who were beating gongs and setting off -firecrackers. Here and there Buddhist priests went up and down, urging -the people to make just as much noise as possible. - -Inside the houses mothers were trying to rouse their sleepy children -because, unless the whole family kept awake and very watchful, the -evil spirits would get into the houses and stay all the year. When -the sleepy children could no longer hold their tired eyes open, their -mothers hurriedly fed them a vegetable with a bad odor so that the -spirits might be frightened away. - -New Year's Day was clear and beautiful, and all China had holiday. -The shops were closed, and the houses were decorated with strips of -red paper inscribed with Chinese characters which meant "happiness," -"long life," and other blessings. On most of the doors were pasted new -pictures of idols. These were the "door gods" who were expected to -frighten the evil spirits away. - -It was a busy morning for Jennie Crawford. As in most hospitals, there -seemed to be more work than there were people to do it. She assisted -with two operations, she made a visit to every bed, sometimes saying -only a word of encouragement, but oftener lending a hand in a delicate -dressing or superintending the bathing of a very ill patient. She -was an expert nurse, and the poor women and children looked at her -affectionately, knowing that when her tender hands were compelled to -hurt them, it was because she loved them. - -As Miss Crawford looked down the street, she could tell the houses of -Christians because on them were no hideous pictures, but, instead, -beautiful verses from the Bible giving God's promise to care for those -who trust in Him. - -Everyone goes calling on New Year's Day in China, and many callers came -to bring good wishes to Miss Crawford. Little Mrs. Tsao, the wife of -the Chinese Christian pastor, came early. Her hair was brushed until it -shone like folds of black satin. - -"Oh, that the light of God may this year shine upon China just as the -sun shines today!" she said. - -Next came Miss Crawford's Chinese teacher, who was so dressed up for -the New Year that she scarcely knew him. He did not lift his hat as -he came in, for that would have been most impolite. From the long, -full sleeve of his coat, he took a package wrapped in a yellow silk -handkerchief. He unwrapped the package and handed one of his large, -red paper calling cards to Miss Crawford. - -A procession of fifteen men from the Christian Church came together. -Their hair was plaited in long queues which hung down their backs. The -queues were tied with long black silk tassels which almost touched -the floor. All wore their longest and handsomest gowns. The bright -red buttons on top of their black satin caps meant that they brought -congratulations, for red is the color of happiness in China. Each man -bowed very low and shook his own hand instead of Miss Crawford's to -wish her a happy New Year. - -All day long the callers came and drank tea and ate Chinese sweets. In -the evening Miss Crawford and her friend Jennie Cody, a teacher in the -Bible School, sat down together. - -"The people in Hanyang are learning to trust us and to really love -us," said Jennie Crawford, happily. "Better still, they are learning -to trust and love God. Did you notice how many of the doors had Bible -verses over them today instead of those hideous gods? I'm glad every -day that I came to China." - -"Would you still be glad if we had such fighting and riots here as they -had across the river in Hankow last week?" asked Jennie Cody. - -Jennie Crawford laughed. "I've never had a chance to find out what I -would do in a battle," she said. "I'll tell you about that later." - -"Things look as if you might have a chance to find out very soon," said -Jennie Cody. - -Presently a native Bible teacher came in and sat down with them. - -"We were talking about the rumors of war," said Miss Crawford. "Do you -think there will really be a revolution?" - -"There must be a revolution," she answered. "You Americans would never -have had freedom to govern your own country if you had not had your -revolution. It is even worse in China. Three hundred years ago the -Manchus came from the north and took the government away from the -Chinese, put a Manchu emperor on the throne, and made the yellow flag -with its dragon the flag of China. They compelled the men of China to -plait their hair in queues, and whenever a Chinese man dared to cut off -his queue, the soldiers of the emperor cut off his head. The Chinese -want to be free to rule their own land as you do in America." - -"I wish that China was a republic like the United States, but I'm -afraid I'd make a poor soldier in a revolution," said Jennie Cody. - - * * * * * - -In October came rumors of riots and warfare. One evening as Jennie -Crawford sat writing in her room in the school building, she heard a -loud knocking at the door and a voice calling. There stood Jennie Cody -holding up a letter. She had sped across the drill ground of the school -and along the dark city wall to the hospital. - -"A letter has come from the father of a pupil," she gasped. "He is a -Chinese official and he says that there are rumors that a rebellion -will start tomorrow." - -"We have heard many rumors of war," said Jennie Crawford. "This is only -another." - -The next day passed and the next and the next and still all was quiet. -That night she slept without fear. - -Early the following morning a Bible woman came to her. "I've been -up all night," she said. "The people are fleeing to the country by -hundreds, carrying on their backs bundles of bedding and clothing. -All night there has been a procession leaving the city. They say that -the revolution is beginning and that the hardest fighting will be -in Hanyang because the guns and powder are stored here in the great -arsenal, and both armies will try to capture that." - -Before noon another letter came. Jennie Crawford read it quickly. - -"The American consul says, 'All American women and children must leave -Hanyang for a place of safety at once. Fighting has begun near by!'" - -Dr. Huntley, the physician in charge of the hospital, called a meeting -of all missionaries. - -"We don't want to go," said Jennie Crawford. "The school is full of -girls, and the hospital is full of patients. We don't want to leave -them." - -It was agreed that the women and children in the hospital and the girls -in the school would be safer at their homes. Jennie Crawford and the -teachers found escorts for pupils and patients, while Dr. Huntley went -across the river to Hankow to consult the British consul. - -"The missionaries in Wuchang thought they would not have to leave," -said the consul. "Now the gates of the city have been closed. The -American consul has been trying to get them out, but he cannot reach -them. Fighting is going on all round the mission. You must get the -American women and children out of Hanyang before the soldiers enter." - -Dr. Huntley hurried home. The frightened boatman did not want to wait a -minute. As he stepped out of the boat, Dr. Huntley took out his watch. - -"It is twenty minutes after four," he said. "Promise me that you will -wait here with your boat until five." - -The boatman promised, and the doctor hurried to the hospital. At the -tea-table in the dining-room sat Mrs. Huntley with Jennie Crawford and -Jennie Cody. - -"We have no choice, we must leave in thirty minutes," announced Dr. -Huntley. "Get together a few things and take no more than you can -carry." - -The half-emptied teacups left on the table as the women hurried from -the dining-room were to remain there many days. Gathering up a few -things, they started for the boat as the sun was setting. On a hill -back of the hospital were six hundred soldiers of the Manchu Emperor. - -"They are likely to fire!" said one of the servants. - -But no gun was fired as the party went out. The boatman was waiting, -although he trembled with fear. The river was rough, and the waves -threatened to swallow the little boat, but it reached Hankow in safety. - -The city was crowded, and the only rooms to be found were in a poor -little hotel. None of the party slept that night. - -"If you hear a signal in the night," they were warned, "it will mean, -'Danger! Rise and dress!' If there is a second signal, it will mean, -'All gather near the gunboats!' A third signal will mean, 'Great -danger! American women and children get into the boats!'" - -All night they listened, but they heard only the steady tramp, tramp of -the guards who marched up and down the streets. - -In the morning a messenger called out, "The soldiers entered Hanyang in -the night!" - -If the boatman had not waited, they would have been shut up in the city. - -"Rich Chinese men and women are paying much money to be let down over -the walls in baskets, for the gates are closed, and no one can get out -any other way," said the messenger. - -In the evening Jennie Crawford saw thirty girls coming down the street. - -"Here come the schoolgirls from Wuchang!" she cried joyfully. - -Each girl carried the few clothes she had been able to save tied up in -a square of cotton cloth. - -"For two days and nights we were shut in the school building," said -one. "The bullets flew all round, and we could see burning buildings -every way we looked. Then the rescue party reached us. We had our -bundles all ready to leave at a moment's notice." - -They were very tired, yet they stood bravely round the walls of the -room, for there were no chairs. Not one knew whether she had a home or -any friends left, but not even the youngest cried or complained. - -"Extra! Extra!" shouted a newspaper messenger as he carried his papers -from house to house. "Twenty thousand troops on the way from Peking!" - -Jennie Crawford bought a paper and everyone gathered round her. - -"Twenty thousand of the Emperor's soldiers are on their way from -Peking!" she announced. "The British and American consuls advise all -foreign women and children to go on to Shanghai!" - -On to Shanghai they went that evening. The city was crowded with many -refugees. At last they were safe with friends who were waiting for them -there, and who gave them a glad welcome. - -But they did not stay in Shanghai. After a few days Dr. Huntley came -into the sitting-room one morning with a paper in his hand. - -"The call has come for Red Cross doctors and nurses to go to Hankow," -he said. "The wounded soldiers of both armies are being taken there, -and there is no one to care for them. I'm going to volunteer to return -as a Red Cross surgeon." - -"I'll go with you as a Red Cross nurse," said Jennie Crawford. - - [Illustration: - - _Courtesy Woman's American Baptist Foreign Mission Society_ - - JENNIE CRAWFORD ADMINISTERING AN ANESTHETIC - - Assisting with operations, lending a hand in delicate dressings, and - giving a word of encouragement and comfort wherever needed, Miss - Crawford became a beloved nurse.] - -"Take me, too!" begged Jennie Cody. - -"No Americans except doctors and nurses are allowed to enter the city," -answered Dr. Huntley. - -Jennie Cody looked up at him. "The one thing I have said I never, never -could be is a nurse, but I won't be a coward when Jennie Crawford needs -help, and wounded soldiers have no one to nurse them. Pin the red cross -on my arm and maybe that will give me courage." - -When they bought tickets, the agent said, "You go at your own risk. I -can make no promise that you will ever reach Hankow. Many boats are -being fired on." - -But as the boat with the red cross on its white flag went up the river, -the soldiers of both armies lowered their guns. - -Such a different Hankow they found! The crowded streets were deserted; -even the beggars were gone. The smoke still hung over the ruins of many -buildings which had been burned. The fire had not touched an unfinished -hospital, and in it they found many wounded soldiers. Most of the -fighting was in Hanyang, and the Red Cross launches brought the wounded -men of both armies across the river. - -Two nurses were already there for day duty, so Jennie Crawford and -Jennie Cody slept in the day and went on duty at night going up and -down between the rows of soldiers like angels of mercy. There were few -beds, and most of the men had to lie on straw on the floor with no -sheets or pillows. - -"Which way will it go?" said Jennie Cody one day. - -"No one can tell," answered Jennie Crawford. "Just now the -revolutionists are ahead. They have captured the arsenal in Hanyang. -Three hundred of their soldiers went up to the gate with their clothes -torn and looking as if they had been in a battle. They pretended to be -the soldiers of the Emperor who had been defeated. The gate-keepers let -them in, and they took charge of the arsenal without firing a single -shot. Now the people are so sure the revolutionists will win that many -men have already cut off their queues. The soldiers with swords in -their hands demand that men prove they are loyal to the new republic by -having their queues cut off." - -"If we could only get back to Hanyang again to get some warm clothes!" -sighed Jennie Cody. "I'm almost frozen without my winter coat." - -"Let's try to go over with Dr. Huntley in the Red Cross launch," -proposed Jennie Crawford. "None of the soldiers of either army will -fire at that." - -When they reached Hanyang, they saw empty rickshaws along the river -bank and many other signs of a hasty retreat. Before they reached their -home, a man ran toward them. - -"You must be ready to leave at a moment's notice," he cried. "The -soldiers of the Emperor have taken the city again." - -In the dining-room the teacups still stood on the table, but they did -not stop to put them away. Hastily gathering a few garments, they -hurried back to the boat. - -Before the boat could pull out, the bullets were falling close beside -them. Within half an hour a terrible battle was fought between the -troops of the Emperor on the Hankow side of the river and those of the -revolutionists on the other side. Nearer and nearer to the hospital -came the bullets. One day the two nurses were awakened by the sound -of shells directly over their heads. A bullet struck the wall of the -room. Jennie Cody picked it up and with a smile that showed she was -not afraid, put it away for a souvenir. The little Red Cross launches -brought in more and yet more wounded soldiers until the nurses could -scarcely step between the beds of straw. Again and again bullets fell -near by, but none struck the Americans. - -"That is because the bullets were made by foreigners," explained the -Chinese. "They have eyes so they can see, and never hit the people who -made them." - -After the troops of the Emperor had captured Hanyang, they took Hankow -and Wuchang. It seemed that the revolution had failed and that the -yellow flag with its Manchu dragon would still float above China. - -"Look at that man!" said Jennie Crawford one day. "He cut off his queue -when he thought the revolutionists had won. Then when the soldiers of -the Emperor recaptured the city, he was afraid they would cut off his -head if they saw him without a queue, and he pinned one to his cap." - -"Many men have done that," answered Jennie Cody. "When they think -the soldiers of the Emperor are going to win, they let their queues -hang down their backs; then if they think victory is going to the -revolutionists, they tuck them up under their caps." - -"The days may seem dark for the new republic, but even though the -arsenal has been captured by the soldiers of the Emperor, good news -comes from Shanghai and Nanking," said Jennie Crawford. "Everywhere the -people are demanding that China shall be free. Shanghai has been taken -by the revolutionists without any fighting and Nanking has already been -made the capital of the new government." - -Jennie Crawford's prophecy came true. When in 1912 New Year's Day came -to China,—this time on January first by law,—Mr. Sun Yat-Sen was -inaugurated as the first president of the great Chinghwa (Chinese) -Republic, and the dragon flag came down. Instead, there floated a -rainbow flag with stripes of five colors to represent the five peoples -of China. There was a red stripe for the Chinese, a blue stripe for the -Mongols, a white stripe for the Mohammedans, and a black stripe for -the Tibetans. Instead of killing all the Manchu soldiers and the boy -emperor, the new republic put a fifth stripe of yellow in its flag for -the Manchu people who were to be a part of the new republic. - -When the news reached the two nurses, Miss Crawford said to Miss Cody, -"Now I can get back to my own hospital in Hanyang, to all the women and -children who are waiting for me." But for many weeks they stayed to -nurse the men who could not be moved. - -One day they received a command from General Li Yuan Hung, -vice-president of the new republic, to come to Wuchang, which was -thronged with people from many nations, England, France, America, -Germany, Russia, Italy, Japan, and Sweden. There the Vice-President -presented to them bronze medals "in recognition of their bravery and -self-sacrifice, in caring for the wounded during the revolution." - -"I have almost forgotten the noise of battle and those days in the -hospital," said Jennie Crawford as they went back to Hanyang. "But I -can never forget that Chinese soldier who looked up at us one night as -we tried to ease his pain, and said, 'You are like God to us.' - -"'Oh, no,' I answered at once. - -"'Well,' said he, as I smoothed his pillow of straw, 'you are the ones -who make us know about God.' - -"Now I can answer you that I'm still glad I came to China." - - - - -VIII - -SIXTY-SIX DAYS WITH BANDITS - - -On a cold November morning a group of girls stood beside two mules in -front of a house in Batang on the border of Tibet. Two were Americans, -and the others, Tibetans. - -"How long must you stay in America, Doris?" asked one of the Tibetan -girls very sadly. - -"If I study hard every day," answered Doris, "I can come back in ten -years." - -"That's not so bad," said another of the girls, "because, you see, if -you will study night and day, you can get through and come back in five -years." - -"We must go," said Dorothy. "Father and Mother have gone on a half-hour -ago." - -There were tears in all eyes as Doris and Dorothy sprang into their -saddles. - -"Good-by! Good-by!" they called as the mules started forward. - -Since they were babies, Doris and Dorothy Shelton had lived in Tibet, -the land that is called "the roof of the world," because it is higher -than any other country in the world. They had taken many trips, -clinging to the backs of their mules as they went almost straight -up on the rough mountain roads, but the journey on which they were -starting now, as the sun rose from behind the snow-capped mountains, -was to be the most thrilling of all. - - [Illustration: THE SHELTON FAMILY CROSSING THE MOUNTAINS OF TIBET - - Mrs. Shelton and the girls are in the chairs carried by barefoot - coolies.] - -They soon overtook their mother and father and the servants. In front -of the party rode guards, for the country was full of robber bands. -Then came six mule drivers driving the twenty-five mules that were -loaded with tents, baggage, and food. Following the mule drivers Mrs. -Shelton rode in a sedan chair fastened to two poles which rested on -the shoulders of four carriers who wore fine, bright-red turbans and -long robes of grey _pulu_ or wool, which were tied about the waist. In -the party were Andru, Drashi, and Shen-si, the three servants who had -helped to care for Doris and Dorothy since they were babies. - -Last of all, on a mule strong enough to carry his two hundred and -thirty pounds, rode Dr. Albert Shelton. Everyone in Batang knew "Big -Doctor Shelton," and everyone loved him. - -Seventeen years before this time, when he left the medical school in -Kansas, he looked over a map of the world to find the place that needed -a doctor most. There was not a town in Kansas that did not have a -doctor in it or near to it, and in some of the towns there were many -doctors. - -"I should like to go to a place where there are no other doctors," he -said. - -"Well, then," said a friend, "go to Tibet. That is the place for -you, because in all Tibet there is no doctor. But you may not get -there alive. The Dalai Lama, who is the head of everything in Tibet, -government and Buddhist Church, lives in Lhasa, the capital, and he -will not let any Christian missionary or doctor come within the walls -of his city. Some have tried to go, but most of them were killed." - -The more Albert Shelton thought about the land without a doctor, the -more he wished to go there. He talked to his young wife, and she wanted -to go, too, so one day they took a steamer from San Francisco and -crossed the Pacific Ocean to China where a boat carried them a thousand -miles up the Yangtze River. Then they went still farther on a little -Chinese house-boat pulled by thirty men who walked along the bank. -After the house-boat had gone up the river for nearly two months, they -stepped off on shore and rode on the backs of mules for seven hundred -miles. - -More than a year after they left Kansas, they reached the town of -Tatsienlu on the border of Tibet. If they could have stuck a pin eight -thousand miles long right through the earth, it would have come out not -far from where they started. The nearest doctor was seven hundred miles -away, so Dr. Shelton decided to live in Tatsienlu until he could find a -way to get farther into the closed land of Tibet. - -Doris and Dorothy were born at Tatsienlu, among mountains that rose -more than twenty thousand feet above the level of the ocean, so high -that they were covered with snow in July and August. They were used -to the strange little "yaks,"—houses covered with goat's hair. They -watched their father make brick and saw lumber and teach the men how to -build houses like the one he had built for himself. - -After five years Dr. Shelton was permitted to go farther inland to -Batang to start a hospital. When the people heard of the "good doctor" -who had come so far across the ocean, and who could do such wonderful -things to make sick people well, they came from all over the country -to see him. At first he had to use for his operating table a door laid -across two tables. Then he and his friends sawed lumber and baked -brick and built a hospital. For ten years he lived at Batang, and many -thousands of people came there to be helped. - - [Illustration: DR. SHELTON TREATING A TIBETAN BOY - - He ministered to all who needed him despite the lack of a hospital. - This treatment is being given on a house top.] - -Then a wonderful thing happened—Dr. Shelton was to go into Lhasa, the -capital of the land-without-a-doctor. The Dalai Lama had kept out all -missionaries because he was afraid the people would discover that their -idols were not true gods and would not give the priests any more money. -But now the Dalai Lama himself gave Dr. Shelton permission to come. - -Before going to Lhasa Dr. Shelton planned to take Mrs. Shelton and -Doris and Dorothy to the port of Hongkong, from which they were to -sail to America, where the girls were to go to school. It was on this -journey that they were starting on this November morning. - -Mrs. Shelton did not want to say good-by to the people of Batang, -whom she loved, so she tried to slip away before daybreak. But as she -and the doctor rode along, they found people lined up on either side -of the road to bid them good-by. Many had left their homes the night -before and had marched ahead so they could stand by the road and see -their "big doctor" and his wife and children once more. An escort of -twenty-five boys had been sent ahead. All the way from Batang to the -Yangtze River, a journey of a day and a half, the people were gathered -along the roadside. - -For thirty-six days Doris and Dorothy rode on their mules. Then they -were so tired, their father got chairs for them and they were carried -by the servants. - -One day as they were riding along, Dorothy said: - -"Are you afraid of robbers, Doris? I heard Andru and Shen-si say that -Yang Tien-fu, the leader of a dreadful band must be near by. He is very -angry at the government. He used to be a colonel in the Chinese army, -but they didn't pay his salary, so he got a band of men to join him, -and they live out in the mountains. Andru said they stop all travelers -and take pay from them." - -"I'm not afraid," said Doris. "We have soldiers to guard us." - -"I'm glad we are almost at Yunnanfu. Forty-seven days is a long time to -ride. Father says we will be at Yunnanfu in just two and a half days." - -Suddenly, as the mules came out from behind a bend in the road, they -threw back their ears and stopped. The report of a pistol rang out. - -"Robbers! Robbers!" shouted the soldiers. - -Another pistol shot followed, and the robbers sprang down through the -brush of the mountainside. There was a crashing of glass, as a bullet -struck the thermos bottle by Mrs. Shelton's side. - -"Robbers! Robbers!" shouted the four soldiers again. One shot off his -gun; then all four ran back to the village. - -Mrs. Shelton and the girls crept out of their chairs and slipped over -the bank into the ditch below. - -Bullets flew. The bandits surrounded Dr. Shelton; one drew a large -pistol and another a great sword. Dr. Shelton saw there was no chance -to escape, so he let them take from him his field-glasses, his camera, -and everything else they wanted. Andru was seized and his knife and -chop-sticks taken from his belt. Holding up Dr. Shelton by both arms, -two of the bandits led him up the mountain to their chief. The others -tried to get Mrs. Shelton to climb the bluff which rose straight before -them, but she was not able. Then they tried to carry her, but they -could not get up the steep, narrow path with a load. - -Doris wore gloves, but little Dorothy's hands were bare. The robbers -saw her rings and took them off her fingers. Dorothy loved those rings -which had been given to her by her friends, and she began to cry. Doris -had been very much frightened by the robbers, but when she saw one of -them with Dorothy's rings, she forgot about herself and going up to the -robber said: - -"You give those rings back to Dorothy!" - -The robber smiled at the girl who was so brave for her little sister -and actually handed the rings back. - -By this time the soldiers returned with other soldiers and rushed out -to attack the robbers, who left Mrs. Shelton and Doris and Dorothy and -began fighting to defend themselves. At once the two girls with their -mother and the servants slipped back to the village. - -Meanwhile Dr. Shelton was being hurried along up the mountainside to -the robber chief. Taller and stronger than any of the men who stood -about him was Yang Tien-fu. He looked with interest at the things his -men had taken from the travelers and examined Dr. Shelton's camera and -field-glasses. - -"How can this picture-box make pictures?" he asked. "Now stop and make -my picture." - -Dr. Shelton snapped the kodak. - -"Now take my picture out of the box and let me see it." - -"There is no picture there yet," said Dr. Shelton. - -Yang Tien-fu would not believe him and made him open the camera and -spoil the first picture of a robber chief he had ever had a chance to -take. - -Dr. Shelton could look down to the valley and watch the battle between -the bandits and the soldiers. He saw Mrs. Shelton's empty chair. - -"Why do you want to take me as a prisoner?" he asked. - -"Because I must have money," answered the bandit. - -"I have no money," said Dr. Shelton. - -"But your people will offer me a ransom. I have plenty of soldiers -in my land, but they have little to fight with. I will tell your -people that if they will send me fifty thousand dollars' worth of guns -and powder and bullets I will release you. And that is not all. The -government has taken my family and is keeping them as prisoners. I will -tell them that if they will send my family back to me, I will send you -back to them. Get on your mule, for we must travel far from here." - -Over the rough, steep road of the mountain they rode for many hours. -Not until the sun went down did they stop to rest and to wait for their -companions. They built a fire and cooked rice. After they had eaten, -they took out their long pipes and smoked opium. Dr. Shelton counted -seventy-one men. - -When those who had stayed to fight the soldiers overtook the band, -Dr. Shelton saw that one man was shot through the ankle. He opened -his saddle-bags and dressed the wound while Yang Tien-fu watched with -interest. After resting a few hours they started to travel again. - -For three days and nights Dr. Shelton did not take off his clothes or -sleep. Sometimes he lay down on an old horse blanket, the only bed he -had. Four robbers guarded him. They never took off the belts in which -they carried their guns and cartridges. Dr. Shelton counted nineteen -different kinds of guns and eight kinds of pistols, all of which had -been taken from travelers. - -Day after day the bandits traveled over the mountains. When they -stopped, forty guards were sent in every direction, for Yang Tien-fu -knew that the government had offered a reward of five thousand dollars -to anyone who would capture him dead or alive. - -Sometimes he divided his men, sending a party to march straight down -over the steep mountainside to make a false trail, and often he stood -on some high bluff and laughed as he watched the soldiers being led -astray. Almost every day, and sometimes many times a day, the bandits -would stop a company of travelers and take their money or go into a -little village and rob the frightened people. - -If the villagers gave them what they asked for, there was no fighting. -Yang Tien-fu would go into the temple, which was the meeting place of -the people, and send his men out to find one of the head men of the -village. When he came in, the chief would say: - -"We are not robbers. We are traveling to escort this great foreign -official. He must have two hogs and ten bushels of rice." - -Then the head men would look at Dr. Shelton with great respect and -interest and start off to get all the things the great foreign official -must have. Meanwhile Dr. Shelton tried to get them to understand that -he was a prisoner. Often he had to smile at the cunning of the robber -chief. - -As they went along, Dr. Shelton saw many people who were sick and many -whose eyes were sore or blind. He said to Yang Tien-fu, "I left America -to help the sick people in Tibet. Since you are keeping me away from my -hospital in Batang, you must let me have a hospital along the road." - -So the chief waited while the doctor healed the sick. Many soldiers -joined the band, and the doctor ministered to all who needed him. - -One day the chief said, "You are an honest man. I want you to be one of -my men and stay with us. These other fellows can't be trusted. Even our -treasurer steals. Stay with us and be the pastor and the doctor for me -and my men. I will pay you twelve thousand dollars a year and give you -half of it right now." - -Dr. Shelton chuckled. He wondered whether anyone else had ever been -invited to be the pastor of a robber band. - -Back in Yunnanfu Mrs. Shelton, Doris, and Dorothy waited. Every day the -girls went to the gate of the city, hoping to see a runner coming with -a message from their father. - -"But, Doris," said Dorothy, "there is no chance for Father to escape. -He is guarded all the time." - -"The Bible says that Paul and Silas were sleeping right between guards, -and God opened the doors of the prison," said Doris. "If we pray, God -may open some door so Father can escape." - -Thus while the robber band was climbing the steep mountain and leading -their tired prisoner farther and farther away, two little girls knelt -down to pray. - -For nearly three weeks no message came. - -"If we could only know if Father is still living and if he is well!" -said Mrs. Shelton. - -"Yes," said Doris. "Or if we could get a message to him so he could -know we are praying for him!" - -One day Shen-si, the Chinese cook who had lived with them many years, -said: - -"I will carry your message to my master and bring his message to you." - -"How can you find him, Shen-si?" asked Dorothy. "How will you get past -the chief of the bandits?" - -"I will face Yang Tien-fu and carry your message to my master and bring -his message to you," said Shen-si quietly. - -Mrs. Shelton and the girls wrote letters and Shen-si started out to -find his master. All along the way he followed the robbers, asking -questions until he reached the place where he was told his master was. -He went boldly up to the guards. - -"I come on important business," he announced. "I must speak to your -chief." - -The guards led him to Yang Tien-fu. Behind the chief he saw his master, -so changed that he scarcely knew him. A long beard had grown over his -smooth face, and he was so weak he could scarcely walk. Tears came into -Shen-si's eyes. - -Dr. Shelton was allowed to send a message back, and he handed Shen-si -a copy of _Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush_ to take to Mrs. Shelton. This -he had had in his saddle-bags when the robbers captured him. On the -margins he had written daily messages to his wife. One of the last was: - -"I am tired to death; all I can say in my desolation is, 'Make Thy -grace sufficient for me, O God.'" - -With the precious book Shen-si started back. - - [Illustration: A ROADSIDE LUNCHEON IN TIBET - - Dr. Shelton and his daughters at luncheon with a group of Tibetan - friends.] - -Shen-si was not the only one who had determined to reach Dr. Shelton. -One day Yang Tien-fu said to his prisoner: - -"The government has sent a messenger to me to say that my family is at -the priest's house and that if I will send you there in exchange, my -family will be given to me. I am almost afraid to trust them, for they -do not keep their word as you do, but I am going to send you to the -priest's house with a strong guard." - -Twenty of the robbers took Dr. Shelton to the priest's house. There -Yang Tien-fu found only his wife and mother. - -"What do two women amount to?" he said angrily. "I can buy another wife -as good as that one for a hundred dollars any time. Have them bring me -my son." - -A contract was prepared promising Yang Tien-fu that if he would release -Dr. Shelton, the Chinese government would give him pardon for himself -and his men, make him an officer in the army, return all his family to -him and give him the arms and ammunition for which he had asked. On -the next day the contract was to be signed by him and by the Chinese -governor. - -Late at night some of the men, who had been out watching, hurried to -the chief. - -"The government has you in a trap," they said, "many troops of -soldiers are stealing in quietly to surround you and capture you." - -Quickly Yang Tien-fu took both his family and Dr. Shelton, and at -midnight they slipped out between the circles of soldiers, back to the -mountains. Again began the long, hard journeys. Soon Yang Tien-fu saw -that his prisoner was too weak to walk or even to sit on his mule, so -he had a rough chair made for him. For thirty-seven hours they carried -him, running as fast as they could, for the soldiers were following. -One day the chief said: - -"The doctor is so sick and weak he can go no farther. Take him to the -loft of that barn and hide him in the straw. Place four guards with -him. If he dies, hide his body where no one will find it; if he gets -well, send a messenger to me, and I will come for him." - -The men made a tunnel through the rice-straw to the back of the loft, -digging out a space large enough for a bed for the doctor at the end. -They took a brick out of the wall to make a small hole for a window. As -they dragged their sick prisoner into his straw house, one of them said: - -"The 'big doctor' is the same as a dead man." - -The newspapers all over the world had printed the story of Dr. -Shelton's capture by the robbers, and day by day people in many lands -waited to hear that the governor and his soldiers had caught Yang -Tien-fu and released Dr. Shelton. One day the American Minister at -Peking started a rescue party of several English and Americans with -troops. They sent a message to Yang Tien-fu demanding the release of -Dr. Shelton; then they started into the mountains to find him. When -they left, Doris and Dorothy went with them to the gate of the city. - -Meanwhile the "big doctor," almost too weak to move, was lying on his -bed of straw, with his head by the little window. - -"Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday,"—he counted the days as -they went by. - -An old Chinese man brought him rice, and the rest and food made him -feel so much better that the men who were guarding him slipped off -to tell the chief he was not dead, leaving the Chinese to guard him. -Late one afternoon the old man cried out in terror, "The soldiers are -coming!" and ran as fast as he could. - -Dr. Shelton crawled to the street and called to the Chinese runner who -had so frightened his guard. The villagers had heard the cries, "The -soldiers are coming!" and had run to the hills. When the messenger -found out that the man who stood before him was the "big doctor," he -was almost as frightened as the villagers. - -As soon as he could get his breath, he helped the doctor to escape. -Leaning on his deliverer's arm, Dr. Shelton crept along for a quarter -of a mile to the next village. There was no horse on which he could -ride and no chair on which he could be carried, but eight men of the -village were persuaded to help. They twisted ropes of wild grass and -tied them about the doctor's waist. Some men lifted, some pushed, and -some pulled on the ropes until they reached the next village, which was -fortunately a Christian village. The people met them with joy. They -were afraid to stop long for fear the robbers would overtake them, so -they slept for only an hour and then started on. - -They found two small ponies, and at half-past four in the morning they -offered a prayer that God would take care of the "big doctor," and -lifted him to a pony's back. He was so weak that two men had to hold -him on. When one pony was tired, they lifted him to the other. - -Presently Dr. Shelton looked up and saw two hundred soldiers -approaching, and soon recognized his friends. He heard English spoken -for the first time in sixty-six days, and he could not speak for joy. -One of the rescue party had a box of crackers. He ate them at once, -because since he was captured, he had had nothing but rice. His friends -had to lend him clothes, for his were worn out. - -At the gate of Yunnanfu five hundred people came to welcome Dr. Shelton -home. First and foremost were two little girls who ran to put their -arms round his neck and whisper, "We prayed for you! We prayed for you! -The Lord does answer prayers, doesn't he?" - -Dr. Shelton patted the two heads. - -"Of course he does," he said. 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