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twg_000000045600 | in his drunken sleep, while the family went off to hear God's Word and to sing His praises. When they returned, Father Slessor was awake. He was sitting on the side of the bed and holding his head. He had "morning after" sickness. "Come, Robert," said Mrs. Slessor, "and sit up to the table. Good Elder McDougal has given us | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045601 | a bit of meat and some bread, so we can eat this day." Father Slessor groaned, but sat up to the table and ate dinner with his family. It wasn't much of a dinner. It would have been even less were it not for the kindness and charity of friends, because Father Slessor had spent all their money for drink. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045602 | After dinner the children did the dishes and ran out to play. When they were alone, Father Slessor hung his head and said, "Oh, my dear, what can I say? I am so ashamed. I did so want to bring my wages home that we might have food for the children. And well--before I knew it, my wages were spent." | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045603 | "Robert," said Mrs. Slessor, "you have said again and again that 'tis your friends who lead you astray. Would it not be well to move away to some other town where you can find new friends who will not drink and who will not tempt you to drink?" "Aye, my dear, that no doubt would be the best. But where | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045604 | shall we go?" "I have heard that there is plenty of work in Dundee, with the mills and all. Let's sell our things here and move to Dundee." "Aye, let us do that. 'Tis certain it won't be worse than here for you and the children." "Very well, then. I shall tell the children and we shall move before the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045605 | week is out." When Mother Slessor went outside to call the children, she found Mary seated on the steps with her stick dolls about her. "Well, Mary dear, what are you doing?" "I am the teacher and these are the black children of Calabar. I am teaching them about Jesus. I am telling them that He saved them from their | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045606 | sins." Mother Slessor hugged her little teacher and told her about the move they planned to make. Then the other children were called and told, too. There was much excitement, especially when the furniture was sold and the Slessors with their remaining possessions took the train to Dundee. It did not take long to find a place and get settled. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045607 | Mother Slessor at once looked for a church they might attend. She found the Wishart Church, named for the famous preacher, George Wishart, who in had preached near the place where the church was built. Shortly afterward he was killed for preaching about Jesus. But Father Slessor did not do better in the new home. He could not overcome the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045608 | drink habit, and probably did not try very hard to overcome it. In the meantime a new baby came to the Slessor home. They called the baby Janie. How happy her brothers and sisters were to welcome Janie! Mother Slessor was not altogether happy because she knew there was another mouth to feed. Father Slessor promised to give up drinking, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045609 | but that did not mean anything, because he never kept those promises. The money they got from selling their furniture in Aberdeen slowly melted away. Sickness came to the Slessor home. Robert Junior, who was going to be a missionary to Calabar, became sick and died. Two other of the children also died, and only Mary, Susan, John, and Janie | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045610 | were left. But even that did not make Father Slessor give up his drinking. The Slessors had less and less money to buy food. At last Mrs. Slessor went to work in one of the factories. Mary had to take care of the home. But the wages Mrs. Slessor received were very small. Somehow they had to find ways of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045611 | getting more money. When she was eleven years old Mary went to work in the factory, too. Would she ever get a chance to be a missionary or must she give up that dream? "Mary, Mary," called Mrs. Slessor, "it's five o'clock. Time to get up and go to work." "Ho, hum," said Mary, "I'm still tired, but I'll get | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045612 | right up. I don't want to be late!" At six o'clock in the morning Mary was at work. She had to tend to the shuttles on the weaving machines. The weaving sheds where Mary worked were damp and dark. All morning long she heard the whirring of the belts and the clacking of the looms. In the afternoon she went | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045613 | to school. By the time she was fourteen years old she was an expert weaver. She now began to work full time. The hours were long. Twelve hours every day for six days a week the fourteen-year-old girl worked in the factory. And the pay was very small. But it was a joy when she received her pay on Saturday | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045614 | night. Mary hurried home. "Mother, Mother," she called happily as she hurried into the house, "here is the money I earned this week." "Oh, Mary, that is so good of you," said Mother Slessor. She wiped tears from her eyes with the end of her apron. She felt sad that Mary had to work in a factory. She thought of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045615 | her own childhood in a happy home where there was always plenty to eat and plenty of money to buy things that were needed. She quickly hid Mary's wages in the same place where she hid her own wages, so that her husband would not find the money and spend it for drink. Mary did not lose courage by the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045616 | long hours in the factory. She remembered that David Livingstone, the great missionary, had worked in a weaving factory, too. "If I want to be a missionary, I must study," said Mary. "When can I find time?" Again Mary remembered something David Livingstone did when he was a boy. He would take books to work and read them when the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045617 | weaving shuttles were working right and did not have to have someone attend to them. Mary did the same thing. She read many books from the Sunday school library. She read books like Milton's _Paradise Lost_. But most of all she read the Bible. Conditions at home grew worse. Mary's drunken father became meaner and meaner. Saturday nights were the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045618 | worst. Mary and her mother would sit waiting, after the younger children had been put to bed, for the father to stumble home. One night he was so mean to Mary, she had to run out of the house to get away from him. The whole family was unhappy because of Mr. Slessor's sinful habit. Finally, one morning he did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045619 | not waken from the drunken sleep. In the night his soul fled to face the Judge in Heaven. The death of the father was really a great blessing to the family, for he had brought them only sorrow and trouble. Now the family felt free. The load they had borne was lifted. Mary at once began to take a more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045620 | active part in church work. "If I want to be a missionary, I better have some practice. I know what I can do, I'll ask the Sunday school superintendent for a class to teach." She did, and was given a class of girls. She enjoyed teaching the girls very much. She called them her "lovable lassies." But Mary was not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045621 | satisfied. She wanted to get more practice. On her way home from the factory Mary passed through the slums of the city. Mary herself did not live in a fine house; in fact, it was a very poor one. But in the slums the children lived in small, dark apartments. The streets on which they played were narrow and dirty. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045622 | The children here did not know about the Saviour. They grew up rough and tough, cursing, swearing, stealing, and doing many mean things. Mary's heart ached for these children of the slums. She wanted to teach them that Jesus could make them happy. She talked with many people about it. At last her church opened a mission in the worst | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045623 | part of the slums. Mary went to the superintendent. "I want to teach a class in our mission," said Mary. "I am sure you can use me better there than you can here." "But Mary," said the superintendent, "you are doing a fine job here in the church; why do you want to go to the mission?" "There are many | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045624 | who will gladly teach a class here at the church, but not so many who are willing to teach at the mission. I am willing. I will teach there if you will give me a class. Please do." "But Mary, those children are tough and mean. You couldn't handle them. You could not make them behave. You are hardly more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045625 | than a child yourself." "Oh, please let me try," said Mary, "I do so want to tell those boys and girls about my Saviour. Please let me try. Then if I don't make good, you can get someone else in my place." "Very well," said the superintendent, "I will give you a class, but I warn you those children are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045626 | tough and mean and hard to handle." ## _A Brave Girl_ "Quit pestering us to come to church. If you don't let us alone, we'll hurt you," shouted Duncan, the leader of a group of tough boys in the slums. Mary prayed God to make her brave and then said, "I will not stop trying to get you to come | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045627 | to church. I will not stop trying to tell you about Jesus, the Saviour. Do whatever you like." These boys had often tried to interrupt and break up the services, but Mary went out into the streets and tried to persuade and coax the young people to come and hear the Word of God. "All right then," said Duncan. "Here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045628 | goes." He took a piece of lead from his pocket and tied it to a long string. He began to swing it around his head. Each time he whirled the lead, it came closer to Mary's face. Mary did not move. The gang watched. They held their breath as it came closer and closer to her blue eyes. Mary did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045629 | not blink. Finally, it grazed her forehead. Still Mary did not move. Duncan dropped the piece of lead to the ground. "We can't scare her, boys," he said. "She's game." "There is Someone who is far braver than I am. He's the One who makes me brave. Won't you come to the services and hear about Him?" asked Mary. "All | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045630 | right, Spunky, I will," said Duncan. "And the rest of the fellows will, too. Come on, boys, we're going to the church tonight and no funny business." This was not the only time that Mary had to face the tough boys and girls of the slums. But she had a Friend who was closer to her than even her dear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045631 | mother. He made her strong and brave and true. Mary loved her Saviour, and was ready to do whatever He might want her to do. Her class grew larger all the time. She visited the members in their slum homes. She fitted herself into the family. If the baby needed tending, she tended to it. If someone was sick, she | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045632 | helped to nurse the sick person. Always she told the family about Christ and His power to save. The people of the slums came to love this home missionary and many of them were won to Christ through her work. The years went by. Did Mary still remember she wanted to be a missionary in Calabar? Yes, she remembered, but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045633 | now she had all she could do to support her family. Since Robert, the would-be missionary, had died, Mother Slessor hoped that her youngest son John would be a missionary. But God had other plans. John became sick. He was sent to New Zealand for his health, but died when he arrived in that country. Was there to be no | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045634 | missionary from the Slessor family? Whenever missionaries came to the Wishart Church or to Dundee, Mother Slessor, Mary, Susan and Janie would go to hear them. At home they would read the stories of missionaries and their work. They read missionary magazines. They read about the missionaries in China, Africa, Japan, India, and even Calabar. One day William Anderson, a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045635 | missionary to the West Coast of Africa, came to the little church. He told of the great need for missionaries in Africa. He told of the bad things which the people did who did not know Jesus. Sitting in church, listening to the missionary, Mary saw in her mind a picture of Africa. It was not a beautiful picture. She | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045636 | saw captured Negroes being taken to other lands as slaves. She saw alligators and crocodiles swimming in the muddy waters, ever ready to eat black children who would come too close to the river. She saw cannibal chiefs at their terrible feasts and fearful battles with spears and arrows. She saw villages where trembling prisoners dipped their hands in boiling | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045637 | oil to test their guilt; where wives were killed to go with their dead chief into the spiritland. But these things did not frighten the Scottish girl who was afraid to cross a field if a cow was in it. She longed to go to Africa. "Why don't I become a missionary?" Mary asked herself as she worked the looms | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045638 | in the factory. "Can I leave my home? Does Mother still need my help? Susan and Janie are working now. They could get along without me. But will I be brave enough? There are tropical jungles, and black men who eat people. There are wild animals, sicknesses, and death. God can make me brave to face all of these things." | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045639 | Mary prayed, "O God, if it is Your will, let me go as a missionary to Calabar. Let me be a teacher to teach these black people the story of salvation. You have commanded us, Your disciples, to carry the Gospel to the farthest parts of the earth. Use me, O Lord, to help carry it to Calabar. Hear me, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045640 | for the sake of Jesus, my Saviour." It was . The news flashed around the world: "Livingstone is dead." The great missionary had died on his knees in Africa. Everywhere people were talking of this great man who had given his life to tell the people of Africa about the Saviour. Mary made up her mind! She must go to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045641 | Calabar! But what would her mother say? And if her mother agreed, would her church send her out to that field? Mary went to her mother. "I want to offer myself as a missionary," said Mary Slessor to her mother. "Are you willing?" "My child, I'll willingly let you go. You'll make a fine missionary, and I'm sure God will | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045642 | be with you." "Thank you, Mother," said twenty-six-year-old Mary. "I know God will be with me and will make me strong and brave to serve Him." Mother Slessor was very happy. There was going to be a missionary in the family after all. But there were some people who did not agree with Mother Slessor. They shook their heads in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045643 | doubt. Others thought Mary was very foolish to risk her life in that way. "You're doing real well at the factory," said one of them. "And you're doing missionary work right down there at the mission. Why rush away to those people way off in Africa? Seems to me missionary work ought to begin at home." "Yes," said Mary, "it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045644 | should begin there, but not end there. There are some who cannot go to Africa. They can do the work at home. If God lets me, I want to take His Word to those people who have never heard of Him or His love." The next year, , Mary offered herself to the Foreign Mission Board of her church. She | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045645 | asked to be sent to Calabar. Then she waited. Waiting is hard sometimes. Mary had to wait until the Board had a meeting. Then when the meeting was over, she had to wait for the secretary of the Board of Foreign Missions to write her a letter. Early in the letter came. How excited Mary was! Her hands shook as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045646 | she tried to open the letter. Had they accepted her offer or refused it? "Mary dear," said her mother, "you are so nervous, you had better let me open that letter." "I'll manage, Mother," said Mary. She finally got it open, and she read: Dear Miss Slessor, I take great pleasure in informing you that the Board of Foreign Missions | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045647 | accepts your offer to serve as a missionary, and you have been appointed teacher to Calabar. You will continue your studies for the teaching profession at Dundee. May God richly bless you in His service. "Oh, Mother, I'm accepted! They're going to send me to Calabar!" "Praise God from whom all blessings flow," said Mother Slessor. "That is wonderful news | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045648 | indeed. To Calabar! Oh, I'm so happy I could shout for joy!" In March another letter came. This letter told her that she was to spend three months at a teachers' college in Edinburgh. All Mary's friends in Dundee gathered at the train as she got ready to leave for Edinburgh. "Come, Mary," said Duncan, the tough boy from the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045649 | slums, who was now a grown man and a faithful worker at the mission, "give us a speech." "I can't make a speech," said Mary, "but I'll just ask you this: Pray for me." While Mary was at the school in Edinburgh, some of the other girls she met there tried to talk her out of being a missionary. They | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045650 | did not want her to go off to Africa where there were wild animals and man-eating heathen, and all kinds of terrible sicknesses. "Don't you know that Calabar is the white man's grave?" asked one of her school friends. "Yes," answered Mary. "But it is also a post of honor. Since few volunteer for that section, I wish to go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045651 | because my Master needs me there." At last the time had come for Mary to leave for Africa. For fourteen long years she had worked at the looms in the weaving factory. As she worked, she had dreamed of Calabar. Now her dream was going to come true. Mary went to the city of Liverpool. There she went on board | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045652 | the ship, the "S. S. Ethiopia." As she got on board she looked around. Everywhere were barrels of whiskey. "Hundreds of barrels of whiskey, but only one missionary," said Mary sadly. The boat whistle blew. The engines chugged. The "S. S. Ethiopia" was on its way. It was August , . Mary saw the shoreline of Scotland become dimmer and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045653 | dimmer. She looked forward to seeing the coast of Africa and the land of Calabar. "At last I am on my way to Calabar," said Mary Slessor as the "S. S. Ethiopia," sailed southward. "How Mother would like to be with me! How often she prayed that God would send more missionaries to Calabar. I didn't think then that I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045654 | would really be one of them." It did not take Mary long to make friends on board the ship. Among the friends she made were Mr. and Mrs. Thomson. "So you are going to Calabar," said Mr. Thomson. "Aren't you afraid of that wild country?" "Oh, no," said Mary, "because God is with me. He will take care of me. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045655 | Jesus said, 'Lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world,' and I am trusting in His promise." "Do you know what this country is like?" asked Mrs. Thomson. "Only what I have read about it," said Mary. "You've been there before, haven't you?" "Yes, we have," said Mrs. Thomson. "My husband wants to build a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045656 | home where tired missionaries can rest and rebuild their strength for their wonderful work. He has explored the West Coast and chosen the Cameroon Mountains as the place for that home. We are going there now to build this home for missionaries. Missionary work in Africa is so hard that missionaries need a place where they can rest from time | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045657 | to time." "I think that's wonderful of you!" said Mary. "I know the Lord will bless the work you are doing. Won't you tell me about Africa?" "Well," said Mr. Thomson, "the climate is very hot. The sun is so strong and hot that white people don't dare go out without a hat to protect their heads. The rivers are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045658 | very muddy and often flow through dark, gloomy swamps that white people can hardly get through." "But often," broke in Mrs. Thomson, "there are beautiful green banks with the most beautiful flowers. You will see the prettiest birds in all the world dressed in the brightest reds and greens and blues and purples. You will see the long-legged cranes and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045659 | the funny pelicans with their big beaks." "And don't forget the man-eating crocodiles that are swimming in the river or lying on the banks. They look like an old log, but if you get near them, look out! They seem lazy and slow, but they can snap off a leg or drag you into the river as quick as a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045660 | wink. Then in the jungles are the lions, and elephants, and other wild animals." "I am most frightened of the swift and terrible tornadoes," said Mrs. Thomson. "And, Miss Slessor," said Mr. Thomson, "don't forget that the natives are wild and fierce and many of them are cannibals who would be glad to eat you." "I shall not fear," said | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045661 | Mary. "God is leading me. He is my good Shepherd. He can protect me from fierce beasts and the wild people. I am happy He has chosen me to bring the messages of the Saviour to these wild people. He will call me home to Him when the work He has for me is done. Till then nothing can really | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045662 | harm me." Four weeks passed. The ship was plowing through the tropical sea. The air was warm, but the sea breezes made it very pleasant. The ship turned landward and soon Mary could see the shore of Africa. How thrilled and happy she was--Africa at last! On September the ship entered the tumbling, whirling waters of the Cross and Calabar | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045663 | Rivers which here joined and poured into the sea. Mary had read about these rivers, and now she actually saw them. She saw, too, the pelicans and the cranes. She saw crocodiles, about which Mr. Thomson had told her, lazily slide off the sandbanks into the muddy waters of the river. Mr. and Mrs. Thomson stood with Mary at the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045664 | rail of the ship as it sailed up the river. They would point out to her interesting sights as they passed along. "Look," said Mrs. Thomson, "there is Duke Town. That is where your mission is." Mary saw clay cliffs. She saw mud houses with roofs of palm leaves. Duke Town did not look in the least like Dundee or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045665 | the other cities in Scotland which Mary knew. Duke Town did not look pretty, but Mary did not care. To her it looked beautiful, because here she would have the chance to serve the Lord. Soon native canoes came out to the steamer. Then the boats of the traders. All was hurry and bustle as the great ship anchored and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045666 | prepared to unload the part of its cargo that had been sent to Duke Town. Mary looked about, wondering how she was going to go ashore. A tall Negro came up to Mary. He bowed and said, "Are you the new white ma that is coming to the mission?" By ma the native meant lady. They called all white ladies | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045667 | "ma." "Yes, I am," said Mary. "Mr. Anderson sent me to bring you ashore and take you to the mission house." Mary was lowered from the great ship into a large canoe. Her baggage was brought down and placed in the boat. Then with powerful strokes the rowers sent the boat skimming across the water toward Duke Town. Mary was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045668 | helped ashore by the tall Negro who had come for her. "At last," she said to herself, "at last I am in Calabar." ## _In Africa_ "Welcome, welcome, Mary," said "Mammy" Anderson, as she hugged Mary. Mammy Anderson and her husband, William Anderson, were among the first missionaries at Duke Town in Calabar. "This is Daddy Anderson," said Mammy Anderson, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045669 | "and Daddy, this is Mary Slessor, just come from bonny Scotland to help us." Daddy and Mary shook hands. "Long ago you preached in our church in Dundee," said Mary. "You told how many missionaries were needed. I wished then I could help you. I hope I can." Mary liked this fine Christian couple from the start. The mission house | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045670 | where they lived was high on a hill above the town. Mammy took Mary around the house and the yard, which they called a compound. She showed Mary where the workers stayed who helped at the mission house. She showed her the school where the little black children were taught to read and write and told of the dear Saviour | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045671 | who had died for them, too, that they might be saved from sin and Hell and go to Heaven. "And here," said Mammy, "is the bell. I am putting you right to work. One of your jobs will be to ring the rising bell for morning prayers. You ring this at six o'clock. Then everyone will get up, and we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045672 | will have prayers in the chapel." That was Mary's first job, but alas! Mary often overslept and did not ring the rising bell in time. One morning she awoke and saw that it was very bright outside. "Dear me," said Mary, "I've overslept again." She jumped out of bed, slipped into her clothes and rang the bell, loud and long. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045673 | Soon the workers began coming, rubbing their eyes and yawning. "What's the idea of ringing the bell now?" asked one of them. "It's much too early." "But look how bright it is," said Mary. Daddy Anderson laughed. "Mary, Mary," he said, "it's only two o'clock in the morning. The light you see is our bright tropical moon. It's not the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045674 | sun." And all the workers laughed, and Mary laughed with them. "I guess I'm not a very good bell-ringer," she said. Mary's real job was to teach the children in the school on Mission Hill. She remembered how she had played when she was a little girl that she was teaching the children of Calabar. Now she was really doing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045675 | it. She loved the little black children. After school she would take long walks with them into the bush. There they saw beautiful birds of many bright colors, and beautiful flowers of all kinds. Mary ran races with the black children. How they loved that! She climbed trees as fast as any boy. The black children loved their white ma | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045676 | who taught them and played with them. But playing with the children often made Mary late for meals. "Mary, Mary," scolded Mammy Anderson gently, "you are late again. I am going to punish you. You go to your room. Since supper is over, you'll just have to go to bed without it." Mary went to her room. In a little | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045677 | while she heard a knock at her door. "It's Daddy, Mary," said a deep voice. "Please open your door." Mary opened the door. There stood Daddy Anderson with his hands full of biscuits and bananas which he was bringing to her with Mammy's consent. "I thought you might be hungry," said Daddy Anderson. "You and Mammy are perfect dears," said | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045678 | Mary. "I don't deserve all your kindness." Mary soon began to visit the different yards or compounds in Duke Town. Missionaries had been here for thirty years, but there weren't many of them. They worked chiefly in Duke Town, Old Town, and Creek Town--three towns at the mouth of the Calabar River. They also had opened a station at Ikunetu | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045679 | and Ikorofiong on the Cross River. One day Mary was at one of the stations with another missionary. When he finished his talk, he said, "Mary, won't you speak to these people?" Mary stood up. "Please read John :-," she said. The missionary did. Then Mary told the people how they could be born again. She told them of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045680 | joy that they would have if they took Jesus into their hearts. She told them of the hope of life after death with God in Heaven. The natives listened. They liked her talk. After that whenever she came to that district, crowds would come to hear her speak. "Mammy," said Mary, after she had come from a trip to the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045681 | outstations, "it hurts my heart to see how cruel these people are. And those awful, ugly, cruel gods they pray to. The chiefs are so cruel and mean and have no mercy. And then that terrible secret society, the Egbo. I saw some of their runners dressed in fearful costumes scaring the people and whipping them with long whips. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045682 | saw a poor man whom they had beaten almost to death. Then there is that horrible drinking. They are worse than wild animals when they become drunk. And worst of all is that they have slaves and sell their own people as slaves." "Ah, lassie," said Mammy Anderson, "you haven't seen anything yet. There are millions of these black people | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045683 | in the bush and far back in the interior. Most of them are slaves. They don't treat a slave any better than a pig. The slaves sleep on the ground like animals. They are branded with a hot iron just as animals are. And just as the farmers back home fatten a pig for market, so the girls are fattened | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045684 | and sold for slave wives. The slaves can be whipped or sold or killed. When a chief dies, the tribe cuts off the heads of his wives and slaves and they are buried with him. The tribes are wild and cruel. Many of them are cannibals, who eat people. They spend their lives in fighting, dancing, and drinking. But the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045685 | way they treat twins is one of the worst things they do." "What do they do to twins?" asked Mary. "They kill them," said Mammy Anderson. "Sometimes they bury the twins alive and sometimes they just throw them out into the bush to die of hunger. The mother is driven into the bush. No one will have anything to do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045686 | with her. She is left to die in the jungle or to be eaten by the wild animals." "But why do they do such cruel, wicked things to harmless babies?" asked Mary. "They believe that the father of one of the twins is an evil spirit or devil. But they don't know which one's father was a devil, so they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045687 | kill both to be sure of getting the right one." "That must be stopped," said Mary. "I will fight it as long as I live. I will never give up. Jesus loves twins just as much as other children. The natives must learn that. They must learn that God said, 'Thou shalt not kill.' I'll teach them." Mary made many | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045688 | friends, not only among the children whom she taught, but also among the grown-up natives. One day she heard a chief speaking to his people about God and His love. He was a Christian. Mary thought that he made a very fine talk. She could tell he was very sincere. He talked so that everyone could understand him. "Who is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045689 | that chief?" asked Mary of the man standing next to her. "That is King Eyo Honesty VII," said the man. "King Eyo Honesty? I must talk to him." As soon as she could, Mary went up to the chief. "King Eyo Honesty," said Mary, "I am Mary Slessor. Many years ago the missionaries told my mother about you. They told | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045690 | her what a fine Christian you were. She told us. She will be very happy when I tell her that I have met you." "I am very happy to have met you," said King Eyo Honesty. "Perhaps I could write a letter to your mother and tell her how happy I am that I have met you. I would tell | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045691 | her how happy I am that her daughter has come to teach my people about God." "Mother would be very happy, I know, to get a letter from you." For many years the African chief and Mary's Scottish mother wrote letters to one another. Every day when school was over, Mary went to visit the natives in their homes. She | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045692 | would tell them about Jesus and how He loved them. She told them Jesus wanted to save them. She told them that Jesus had paid for their sins by dying for them. If they loved and trusted in Jesus, He would take their sins away. One Sunday morning as she was walking through the village, she saw one of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045693 | old men who came to church all the time sitting at the door of his mud house. He looked very sad. "Ekpo," said Mary, "why aren't you on your way to God's house? Mr. Anderson will be looking for you. He will miss you." "If your heart were sad, would you go any place?" asked Ekpo. "But why is your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045694 | heart sad?" "My son, my only son, is dead. Even now he is buried in the house." "Ekpo, let me tell you a story," said Mary. "A long time ago there were two sisters. They had a brother. They loved him very much. They loved him like you loved your son. He became sick. The two sisters sent a messenger | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045695 | to Jesus to tell Him. When Jesus came, the brother was dead. Martha, the one sister, said to Jesus, 'Lord, if You had been here my brother would not have died. I know that even now God will give You whatever You ask Him.' "Jesus said, 'Your brother will get up from the grave.' "Martha said, 'I know that he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045696 | will get up from the grave in the resurrection at the last day when all the dead shall come out of their graves.' "Jesus said to her, 'I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me, even though he dies, he will live. Whoever lives and believes in me shall never die.'" "Did the brother get up | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045697 | from the grave?" "Yes, Jesus went to the grave and said, 'Lazarus, come out,' and Lazarus did. But, Ekpo, later Lazarus died again. Then his body stayed in the grave, but his soul was with God. He was happy. All Christians are happy with God. Your son was a Christian, wasn't he?" "Oh, yes, Ma, he was," said Ekpo's wife, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045698 | who had come to the door while Mary was talking. "Then don't you see, God has taken him. He is with God. He is happy. If you believe in Jesus, then some day you, too, will be with God and will see your son again." "Well," said Ekpo, "if God has taken him, it is not so bad." "Come, then," | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045699 | said Mary, "let's go to God's house and thank Him that your son was a Christian and is now with God in Heaven." Mary knew there was a great deal to do. There were so many people who did not know about Jesus. There were so many who were terribly mean and cruel. But Mary knew that with the Lord | 60 | gutenberg |
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