She was a wreck, her body was a mass of pain, she was growing deaf and blind, she was tired and weak, and oh, so lonely! Yet her heart was bursting with love and gratitude and joy. O wonderful Ma! All this time she was working three stations--Use, Ikpe, and Odoro Ikpe, and going constantly between them. She kept a diary, and every night--often in the middle of the night--she wrote in it the story of the day. And what a story of toil and heroism it is! Here are several sentences from it: Left the beach for Ikpe in the evening, sail in moonlight; reached Ikpe 4 P. M. next day; ran on to a tree; boys thrown into the water. Egbo out all night, screaming and drumming like mad-men till daylight. All drunk. First night in new house. Sorry to leave the wee hut I have enjoyed so much comfort and blessing in. Patients from early morning; man bitten by rat; another by snake. School begun, nearly a hundred scholars. First Christian funeral at Ikpe. Chiefs here by daybreak for palavers. Splendid congregation. People changing for the better. Terrific thunderstorm. School-boys drenched. Got a big fire on in hall, and all sat round the blaze and I gave them a reading lesson. A great reception at Use--thank God for the girls and home. Thank God for sleep! On roof all day, head and neck aching, hands broken and bleeding. Carrying sand, cleaning corn patch, mudding and rubbing walls. Cut my first two roses from the rose bush--lovely, a tender gift from God. After sleepless night found white ants in millions in the drawers. Washed a big washing. Terrific rain storm, no school. Very feeble, scarcely able to stand upright in church. Horrid night with cross child. Lovely letters from dear ones. God is very good to me. Every boy in school clothed to-day for first time. Heaps of sick babies. Full up with work till late at night. Dead tired. Two women murdered on the way from market and their heads taken away. Fever; trying to make a meat safe. Sleepless night, baby screaming every few minutes. Splendid fever-sleep full of dreams. Thank God for daily strength to go on however feeble. Thank God for the girls who got up and got me tea without any bother. Reached Rest House at darkening. A fearful night of misery with mosquitoes and hard filthy ground on which we lay. Rose at first streak of dawn and never was so glad to leave a place. Baby yelled all night. Nothing done, low fever, but a very happy day. Fever, stupor sleep. Lost count of days. Useless after utterly sleepless night. Made such sermons and delivered them all night long.