Last September I paid a visit to my home--the home that I had left for so long a time. But before I go I make up my mind to stand up for Jesus, who has kindly given His life for my soul. At first my heart was some troubled about going back to my heathen country, but I pray, and kept praying that Jesus would go with me. So He heard my humble prayers. He was going before me, and made everything smooth for me. I got home Oct. 9th, at noon. In a few moments there came all the people of my village, both young and old, women and men, asking me about California. I answered them the best I could. Some of them try to get a look on my head at first, to see if my hair is all right, for they believed Christian Chinese have their queue cut off, and belong to California. He is no more Chinaman. For this cause they trouble me many days. I met Rev. C. R. Hager at Hong Kong, when first I got there. We fell to talking of the Mission work among our people. When I was at home, as soon as my father worshiped the ancestors or the idols, he sent one of my little sisters to call me to join the worship; but my mother, who has a better spirit, told my father that I would not worship them any more, "for (as she said) he have told me that he did thank God _in his heart_, and that he love us the same." Thus, my mother stopped the calling for the worshiping of the ancestors ever since. I thank God for this first. During the time I was at home there were seven or eight brethren called at my house and did shake hands with me. Some of them I knew in California, but the rest I knew not and never saw them before; yet they could find their fellow-brethren in Christ, and came from far to do so. Some of them are Bible-sellers; some are preachers. They show their brotherly love and Christian faith by bringing candy and oranges for my sisters. And my father was also glad to see them, each time they call. Some of them did take dinner with us in our family. Rev. Mr. Jones also call, and he preached to the people in my village. He can use the chop-sticks, and did eat our food. In the evening, with the moon shining, and in the day-time he asked me to take him to the market-place, to tell the people the same thing in Chinese as we preached here in California. He was astonished that the people treated him so well, and did not say a bad word to him about it.