The American Missionary — Volume 36, No. 7, July, 1882Various
Religion
The American Missionary — Volume 36, No. 7, July, 1882
Various
Congregational churches -- Missions -- Periodicals; Home missions -- Periodicals
A paper prepared by Miss Wilcox, of Burrell School, “Helps or
Hindrances, Which?” was read by the Secretary, being a practical
and earnest appeal to all Christian workers in the field to be more
self-denying and untiring in their efforts for the women and girls
for whom they are laboring. Another by Mrs. Headen was read on “The
Gain of Giving,” reviewing three points “How, When and What Shall
We Give,” aptly quoting Scripture to sustain her arguments and
making a practical application.
We cannot fail to be encouraged and strengthened by this mutual
interchange of thoughts, and to have our hearts drawn out in closer
sympathy, while listening to the prayers of those for whom we are
laboring that they may become sons and daughters of the Great King.
* * * * *
AFRICA.
* * * * *
MR. LADD’S JOURNAL.
_Sunday, Dec. 25._--Christmas morning in the tropics! My ankle
is much better, though I cannot use my foot yet. We started at 8
A.M.; stopped for lunch under some trees at _Gaigy_. We are getting
rather tired of our hard fare, and long for one good, square meal.
We have kept further from the river than we supposed we should, and
are practically on the desert. We have seen the river only once.
Then we proposed to camp at it, but our guides disagreed and we
went on, and finally, it being Sunday night, we camped, earlier
than usual, about a mile from the river at _El Hefera_.
_Monday, Dec. 26._--The men are getting worn out and begin to
lag. It was 8:15 A.M. before we could get them started. Proximity
to water has a bad effect on camel drivers. It is very hot. We
turn out of our road a few steps to see the ruins of an ancient
church at a place called Merre. We discover a big crocodile,
about 15 feet long, lying on a mud bank. We lunch in the town of
_Aboo-Hashein_, in a plantation on the bank of the river under the
shelter of a “sakia,” or water-wheel platform. We meet the postman
in the afternoon and send home some postals. We come upon some
fine cataracts in the river and see half a dozen huge crocodiles.
We camp for the night at _El Shereigh_, near the bank, in a truly
tropical bit of scenery. Ankle much better.
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