All of these first women teachers did splendidly. After six months’ work they returned for a few weeks, as no native worker is allowed to remain at his post without coming in for occasional rest and restrengthening. The deadly influences of heathenism might prove too strong for such young Christians if they were to live away from helpful surroundings. Eight of the ten again returned to their work, and the other two were married and afterwards went out as teachers with their husbands. Ana Kageye at first found the women of Ankole eager to learn to read, but not so quick to believe the new religion she brought to them. One day a young Princess fell sick, and their own cures failing she was carried up to the European doctor temporarily stationed at the Government fort. When it was declared by him to be almost a hopeless case the natives gave up all idea of her recovery, saying that if the white man could not cure her nothing would. Good, brave old Ana then came forward and told them again of the Living God who hears and answers prayer, and they answered together “If your God will heal her we will believe.” The young dying Princess was thereupon carried to Ana’s little grass house, and as night fell the fires died down in every hut but the one in which the sick girl lay, and all night long the faithful old servant of God, as she watched by the bedside, wrestled in prayer for the life before her. What a wonderful act of faith was witnessed that night in the little hut in Darkest Africa! This woman so recently brought to know God even dared through faith to prove her God before these heathen. As the day dawned the women gathered round the hut expecting to mourn over the dead body, but the God of Life had come forth and revealed His power, the girl’s unconsciousness had passed off and she had taken the first step to recovery. The result was that after Ana had been working there nine months she had instructed and prepared for baptism the first five women of Ankole. Is it not worth leaving home and friends to search among the dust and mire of that dark Continent and find such gems, even if they be but few? “They shall be mine, saith the Lord of Hosts, in that day when I make up my jewels.” CHAPTER IX Child Life Child life! How immediately our minds linger over happy scenes of mirth and innocent laughter, romping, rollicking games of mischief or of fun. Bright, happy childhood! No cloud of care and trouble has arisen on life’s horizon, and sin has not yet tainted the atmosphere of Heaven that still lingers round its offspring.