A row of eight hours in a boat of four oars, propelled by Junjo, Mómodo Grenace, Carrij Mi-Mah and Boyema, and steered by Geo. Keing, took us across the Sherbro, up the Jong and the Small Boom to our destination. The chief objects of interest on the way were wild monkeys, alligators, and mangrove trees, bearing vegetable oysters that could be plucked as we sailed past. The rowers “cheered the weary traveler,” and increased the speed of the boat, by singing songs in their native tongue, in which, no doubt, as is usually the case, they indulged in personal comments concerning their passengers. A little after “the sun die” we reach Kaw-Mendi, and are ushered into a native house of four rooms, whose walls, partitions and floors are made of mud, and whose steep hip roof is covered with “bamboo shingles,” the rafters and sheathing being cane. Mr. and Mrs. Williams, born and educated in British Guiana, gave us a hearty welcome to their mission home, leaving their work of manufacturing arrow-root to prepare us a cup of tea. It was prayer-meeting night and we gladly accepted an invitation to attend service. The “barrie,” in which meetings are held, is a bamboo roof, supported by tall posts, and enclosed by a mud wall about four feet high. The floor and platforms are also of mud, nicely sanded. I was unable to count the audience, for the lamps shed a dim light which was not reflected from the faces of the company. A row of boys led the singing, a young man “turned the word” of those who spoke in English, and several led in brief prayers which we could not understand, but which sounded sensible and devotional. In the morning we took a more particular view of the premises. Mr. Williams’ house stands just in front of the site of the old residence of Mr. Raymond and Mr. Thompson, a slight hollow and small bank being the only things to mark the place where it stood. While twenty years had crumbled to mother earth, buildings and fences, and produced a jungle that made it almost impossible to identify the site, the cashew, orange and bread-fruit trees had been going on with their steady growth, and are now doing good service with their fruit and shade. The flats along the banks of the river, that had much to do with the unhealthfulness of the location, on account of which it was abandoned, are probably the same now that they were then.