I remember well our anchoring in 1895, in the great bay--Bahia means bay--surrounded by bluffs on which the bright-colored buildings of the city show to fine advantage. The fleet of little boats rowed out the mile to meet us. The Presbyterian missionary friends we had known so pleasantly in our own land, the Chamberlains and the Kolbs, were in one of them and we no longer felt unknown and far away. Mr. Chamberlain said, “We came out to see you and Bishop Granbery.” “The Bishop is not on this ship,” we replied. But persistent investigation discovered him, his wife, and the Secretary of the Foreign Mission Board of the Methodist Church South in the “second-class.” The quarters located over the screw had kept them miserable from the constant vibration and seasick the entire voyage, so they were thoroughly used up. Whoever has read “The Bishop’s Conversion”[2] will appreciate the story. Most merchants “economize some other way.” There are differing views of this economy among missionaries, and individual needs should enter into the decision, but the nervous system should be strong to endure the perpetual motion of the screw. [2] Published by the Methodist Book Concern. That half-day in Bahia harbor with our friends was a taste of missions at short range. Their flourishing school had just closed. It was a new venture with Miss Laura Chamberlain for principal. The last day of school had been a memorable one, visited by parents who sent their children with fear and trembling, but who came to see the ending with pride and astonishment. The secular papers had commented unrequested on the high quality of instruction--a brave deed there where Protestantism had no friends. The Brazilian owner of a great factory in a suburb had been present and proposed to pay the expenses of such a school among his employees if “we” could provide such teachers. How we all planned! How worth while it seemed to live! to plan schools for a great state in which only sixteen in a hundred could read! even if it were only for two schools, “ours” and the factory owner’s. Mr. Chamberlain had just returned from his first long journey in the saddle away, away into the interior of the state, and found material for Gospel teaching which filled him with enthusiasm--the sturdy “cowboys,” men clad in leather, of fine physique and stamina. “Rough Riders” were not then renowned, but Mr. Chamberlain’s prophetic eye saw his men as they might be and longed to get plenty of help and be at work to realize the vision.