Everywhere Mary went she won friends for Calabar. The people who heard Mary wanted to help make Christians of the heathen people. Many prayed. Many gave. Men and women gave gifts of money for the work. Boys and girls brought their little gifts, too. They knew the hymn: If you cannot give your thousands You can give the widow's mite. And each gift you give for Jesus Will be precious in His sight. Mrs. Slessor was not well. Living in the crowded, dusty, smoky city made her sick. Mary found a little home out in the country. Here were clear blue skies and pleasant fields. Mary's mother was much better after they moved her. Mary's sisters enjoyed it also. The months passed quickly. Soon the year would be over. "What do you want to do when you go back?" asked Mrs. Slessor. "I want to go on up the river. I want to go where missionaries have never been. I want to go to Okoyong and tell the people there about Jesus. I am praying God that sooner or later He will let me go and work there." "Isn't it much more dangerous there?" asked Mrs. Slessor. "Yes, it is," answered Mary, "but I am not afraid because I know that God is with me and His angels are watching over me." June came. Mary had been home a year. Now she was in good health again. She wanted to get back to Africa. July, August, September went by and then the good news came. Mary was to leave in October for Calabar. It was a happy day for her when she got on the ship that would take her back to the Africa she loved. On the ship she found the Rev. and Mrs. Hugh Goldie. They, too, had been missionaries in Calabar for many years, and now after a short vacation were going back once more. All the way to Africa the friend talked about the great work of winning souls for Jesus, especially the souls of the people of Calabar. At last the big steamship entered the mouth of the Calabar and Cross Rivers. It was not far now to Duke Town. Soon Mary would learn what work she should do. Would it be work she wanted to do? Would it be work in the jungles? Mary would soon know. #4# _On Her Own_ "Mary, how would you like to have a mission station of your own?" asked Daddy Anderson. "Why, I'd love it," answered Mary. "It is hard work and very unpleasant at times," said Daddy Anderson. "I don't care how hard or unpleasant it is," said Mary, "as long as I can work for my Lord." "Good, then you will be in charge of the Old Town Station, two miles up the river." It did not take Mary long to pack her things and move to Old Town. But what a sight greeted her when she arrived! The first thing she saw as she came into the village was a man's skull hanging from the end of a pole and swinging slowly in the breeze. "Where is the mission house?" asked Mary of one of the natives. "Down that way at the end of the road, Ma," he answered.