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twg_000000045900 | around God's house." We would not think it was such a fine church. The walls were made of dry mud and sticks. The roof was made of palm-leaf mats. The floors were made of mud and so were the seats. But everything was polished and rubbed as smooth as possible. There were no windows or doors in the building. There | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045901 | were just holes in the wall to let in the light for windows and a larger hole to serve as an entrance. But Mary thought it was a fine church because it was the best in that part of the country and because it was a place where people could hear about the Saviour and learn "book." "We will hold | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045902 | our first service in the new church next Sunday," said Mary. "I want you all to come." "We will come, Ma," promised the natives. ## _The Poison Test_ "Tomorrow we will have our first service in our new church. You must dress right for it," said Mary. She took out of her mission boxes clothes of all kinds and colors | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045903 | which the people in the homeland had sent to her. "You must wear these to church tomorrow," said Mary. "In God's house you must be clean. You must be dressed. You must not bring your spears into church." "Can we come?" asked the children. "Indeed you can," said Mary. "The children can come and the slaves can come. God's house | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045904 | is open to everyone." The next day was indeed a happy day for Mary. The church was filled with people. Many of them came just out of curiosity, but there were many who had learned to know and love and trust in Jesus. Mary now started day classes and these too were crowded because many wanted to learn "book." They | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045905 | wanted to learn about Ma's God and about the Saviour who took away sins. It was not long before a change could be seen in many of these people. They had become Christians. The look of fear was gone from their eyes. They no longer feared the demons because they had a Saviour who loved them and took care of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045906 | them. They did not do the wicked things they had done before. They tried to live as God wanted them to live. Mary was happy. Now she wanted to build a larger and better mission house in Ekenge. Chief Edem wanted that too. He felt that the church schoolhouse in Ifako quite outshone the little two-room house in Ekenge. Mary | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045907 | wanted doors and windows in the new house. She could not make them. The natives could not. They had never seen any. Mary wrote to the Mission Board about it. The Mission Board put a notice in the magazine they published asking for a practical carpenter who was willing to go to Calabar. Mr. Charles Ovens saw the notice. "This | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045908 | is God's call to me," he said. "I have wanted to be a missionary ever since I was a little boy. I could not study to be a minister. I learned to be a carpenter. Now I can be a carpenter for God. I can build mission houses and churches and while I build I can tell the people about | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045909 | my Saviour." It was in May, , that Mr. Ovens started for Calabar. In Duke Town he found a native helper and the two of them went to Ekenge. Mary was very glad to have him come. He was a very jolly man. He sang at his work. Everyone liked him and the natives gladly helped him in building the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045910 | houses. For a long time Mary had been trying to get the chiefs of Okoyong to trade with the traders on the coast. They would not listen. Now she invited them to her new house. She showed them the things she had and how useful they were. The chiefs looked at the door and windows. They liked them. The women | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045911 | looked at the clothes and at the sewing machine. They liked them. They looked at the clock on the mantel. They liked it, too. "We will trade with coast people," said Chief Edem. Mary wrote to the traders and invited them to Okoyong. She told them to bring dishes, dress goods, mirrors, clocks, and the like to trade for ivory, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045912 | oil, and bananas and other things in the jungle. "It is too dangerous to come up-country," answered the traders. "We are afraid the native guards on the jungle paths will kill us." Mary wrote to good King Eyo, of Duke Town. She asked him to invite the Okoyong chiefs for a conference. She promised they would bring jungle goods to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045913 | trade. King Eyo invited the chiefs. They did not want to go. Mary told them of the interesting things they would see on the coast. She told them of the good things they could get by trading. At last they agreed to go. They collected two canoeloads of bananas, barrels of oil and other jungle crops. Then the chiefs and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045914 | warriors came marching down to the river to go to the coast. "Wait," said Mary. "You cannot take those spears and swords and guns along. You will only get into trouble. You must leave your swords and spears, your guns and knives at home." When Mary said this, many of the natives disappeared into the jungle. They would not go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045915 | without their weapons. "Ma, you make women of us," argued those who remained. "Would a man go among strangers without arms?" "You may not take arms," said Mary. "You are not going to war. You are going for a friendly visit." "If we cannot take our swords and guns we will not go. We will stay home." "But you promised | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045916 | and I promised King Eyo that you would come. Will you go back on your word and make me a liar?" For two hours they argued with Mary. The beach filled with natives from the village who wanted to see the chiefs start on their trip. The chiefs did not want to look like cowards to the people of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045917 | village. At last they took off their swords and gave their guns to their white Ma. Those who had run away to the jungle came back and decided to go along. "We do not like this," said the chiefs, "but we will go. We will not make you a liar, Ma." They got off into their boats. As one of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045918 | the boats rowed off, one of the bags shifted. Mary saw the gleam of flashing swords. "Stop!" cried Mary. The rowers stopped. Mary took the swords and threw them into the river. "Shame on you," said Mary. "I did not think you would try to fool me like that." The chiefs said nothing. They just rowed down the river. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045919 | chiefs who went to Duke Town had a wonderful time. They went to the church services. King Eyo Honesty talked with them about the Gospel and what it meant for their lives. He took them to his house and had a big dinner for them. They traded the bananas, oil, and other things which they had brought for things to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045920 | take home like mirrors, clocks, and white people's clothes. Then the next day they rowed back to Ekenge. The village people were all gathered down at the landing place to welcome the chiefs home. They watched patiently for the boats. When the boats came the people shouted for joy. "Welcome home, Chief Edem," said Mary. "How was your trip? Did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045921 | you enjoy your visit at Duke Town?" "The trip was fine, Ma," said Chief Edem. "Duke Town is a big village. They have a big churchhouse. We saw many things." "Did you need your guns and swords?" asked Mary. "No, Ma, you were right. We did not need guns or swords. King Eyo was good to us. We have many | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045922 | fine things." "If you work hard and get things to trade, you can get many more fine things," said Mary. "We are going to work hard. We want many of those fine things we saw." The men did work. Because they were busy they had less time and less desire to get drunk and quarrel. Mary's missionary work was having | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045923 | its effect on the lives of the people. Slowly they were changing from their heathen ways, but there was still much to do. One day while Mary and Mr. Ovens were working on the mission house they heard a wild scream from the nearby jungle. Mary jumped up. "Something is wrong in the jungle," said Mary. "Johnny, go and see | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045924 | what it is." One of her orphan boys ran off to find out what was wrong. In a few minutes he came back. "Ma, Ma," he cried, "a man is hurt. Maybe he is dead. Come quick." Mary grabbed her case of medicines and followed Johnny into the jungle. When she reached the place where the young man was lying, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045925 | she looked into his face. "It is Etim, the son of our chief, Edem. He is going to get married soon and is building his house. A tree fell the wrong way and hit him. He cannot move his arms or legs. This means bad trouble. The people will say it is witchcraft." Mary with her helpers quickly made a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045926 | stretcher to carry Etim. They carried him to his mother's home at Ekenge. "I will nurse him," said Mary to Etim's mother. For two weeks Mary took care of him night and day. She prayed God to spare the young man's life. She did everything she knew to help him. Etim did not get better. Day by day he became | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045927 | worse. Sunday morning came. Mary could see that he did not have long to live. She left him for a short time to arrange for Mr. Ovens to take care of the church services. Hearing Etim groaning and crying out, she rushed back to the house where he was. The natives were blowing smoke into his nose. They were rubbing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045928 | pepper into his eyes. His uncle, Ekponyong, shouted into his ears. They thought they were helping him to get well. Instead they made him die sooner. In a moment he gave a cry and fell back dead. "Etim is dead!" cried the people in the house. "Witches have killed him! They must die! Bring the witch doctor at once!" The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045929 | people who were in the house quickly disappeared, and soon only Mary and Etim's relatives were left. When the witch doctor came, he did all kinds of queer things, which he said would tell him who had made the young man die. He pretended to be listening to the dead boy talk. "It is the people of Payekong. They are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045930 | to blame. They put a spell on him," said the witch doctor. Chief Edem called for the leader of his soldiers. "Take my warriors and go to Payekong," said Chief E'dem. "Capture the people and burn down the houses. Quickly now!" The warriors were too late. Chief Akpo, the chief of Payekong, had heard the news. He and his people | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045931 | had run off into the jungle. Only a few people were left in the village. Those were captured by Edem's soldiers and brought to Ekenge. Mary was sure that Chief Edem would make the people take the poison bean test. This is how the test was made: A small brown bean full of poison was crushed and put into water. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045932 | The person who was tested had to drink the poison water. The natives thought that if the person drank the water and died, he was guilty; if he lived, he was innocent. "That is no way to honor your son, Chief Edem," said Mary. "You know it is wrong and sinful to kill people." "But they are bad people. They | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045933 | deserve to die." "You do not know that. That water is poison. Anyone who drinks it would die." "Oh, no, Ma, if the one who drinks it is innocent he will live." "I do not agree with you. Come, let us honor your son in a better way." Mary wrapped the young man's body in silk. She dressed him in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045934 | the finest suit she could find. She wrapped a silk turban around his head and then placed a high red and black hat with bright colored feathers on his head. No chief had ever been dressed so fine for his burial. The body was carried out into the yard and seated in a large chair under an umbrella. A silver-headed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045935 | stick and a whip was placed in his hand. This showed he was a chief's son. A mirror was also put in his hand so he could see how wonderful he was. On a table beside him were placed all his treasures. Those included skulls he had taken in war. Then the people were let into the yard to see | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045936 | Etim. The people shouted. They were so happy they danced around. They called for whiskey to drink. Chief Edem gave them much whiskey to drink. They became wilder and wilder. Mary and Mr. Ovens took turns watching the prisoners. They were afraid the people would kill them. As Mary was going to her house for a little rest, she saw | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045937 | some poison beans on the pounding stone. This filled her with fear. She was not afraid for herself, but for the poor prisoners. She fell on her knees and prayed. "Dear Father in Heaven," prayed Mary, "watch over these poor people. Do not let harm come to these prisoners. Keep the other people from doing murder. Give me the courage | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045938 | to face the chiefs and tell them they are wrong. In all these things may Thy will be done. I ask this in Jesus' name." After she had prayed Mary got up and went to Chief Edem and his brother Ekponyong. "You must forbid the poison bean test," said Mary. "It is wrong and sinful. God is watching what you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045939 | do. Do not do that sinful thing." "That is my business," said Chief Edem. "I am the chief of this tribe. I will do what seems good to me." Mary argued with the chief, but he would not listen. Ekponyong, his brother, encouraged Edem to make the prisoners take the poison bean test. Mary then went to the yard where | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045940 | the prisoners were kept. She sat down in the gateway. She was not going to let anyone get the prisoners. This made the chiefs very angry. The crowd of village people howled and yelled. Chief Edem's warriors shook their swords and guns at her and stamped the ground angrily. "Raise our master from the dead," shouted the people, "and we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045941 | will free the prisoners!" Mary kept her place. She wrote a note to Duke Town asking for help and sent it off secretly by one of her orphan boys. Still she watched over the prisoners. She would not leave her place in the gate. The people were angry with her, but still many of them loved and respected their white | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045942 | Ma and would not hurt her. Suddenly a man pushed his way through the crowd. He shoved Mary aside. He grabbed one of the women prisoners. He dragged her in front of the body of Etim. He handed her the cup of poison. "Drink!" he cried. "Drink and prove that you are innocent, or drink and die!" ## _Victories for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045943 | Mary_ "Oh ma, do not leave us. Please do not leave us," begged the other prisoners as the poor woman prisoner got ready to drink the poison. "Lord, help me and help these poor people," prayed Mary. Mary went up to the woman. The woman raised the cup of poison to her lips. Mary grabbed her arm. "Run," she whispered. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045944 | "Run to the mission house." Before the crowd knew what was happening, Mary and the woman had run far into the jungle. They went to the mission house. No one would dare to harm anyone in the mission house. Mary then went back to the other prisoners. "O God, I thank Thee that I was able to help this poor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045945 | woman get away. Help me to save these other prisoners also." When Mary got back to the other prisoners, the argument with the chiefs started again. "An innocent person will not die if he drinks the poison," said Ekponyong. "Only a bad, guilty person will die." "That is not right," answered Mary. "Poison will kill anyone, good or bad. Chief | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045946 | Edem, you know it was an accident that your son died. It was not the fault of any of these people. Please let them go free." "I want my son to be buried in a box like the white people," said Chief Edem. "Will Bwana Ovens make a fine box for my son?" "I will make a coffin for your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045947 | son if you will let the prisoners go free," said Mr. Ovens. "No, no," said Chief Edem. "Then I will not make a box for you." "Well, then I will let some go free," said Chief Edem. "No, you must not let them go free," said Ekponyong. "If I want to let them go free, I can," said Chief Edem. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045948 | "I am chief, don't forget that." "Show that you are a great and wise chief," said Mary. "Let them all go free." Chief Edem thought a while. Then he spoke. "If Bwana Ovens will make a fine box for my son then I will let all go free but Mojo, Otinga, and Obwe," said Chief Edem. "But why keep them?" | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045949 | asked Mary. "Mojo and Otinga are related to Etim's mother. They planned bad things against my boy. Obwe is related to Chief Akpo who has run away because he is guilty. Now if I let these others go will you build me a box Bwana Ovens?" "Yes, I will build you a box," said Mr. Ovens. "Please let the three | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045950 | go free, too," said Mary. "They have done you no wrong." "We have done more for you than we have ever done before. We will do nothing else," said Chief Edem. He turned his back on Mary and walked away. People from other villages came to take part in the wild parties that were always held when there was a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045951 | funeral. Mary tried again and again to get Edem to free the three prisoners. Mary and Mr. Ovens managed to take Mojo and Otinga to the mission house where they were safe. Again Mary pleaded for Obwe. Chief Edem was very angry. "Will you not have me honor my son? You have run off with my prisoners. I will burn | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045952 | down the mission house. I will send you back to Duke Town. Then you cannot trouble me any longer." "Brother, you do not speak wisely," said Ma Eme, E'dem's sister. "The white Ma has done many good things for us. If we burn down the mission house you will have a bad name among all tribes. Chain Obwe in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045953 | white Ma's yard so that the village people cannot harm her. She cannot get away and you can find out later whether she is guilty or not." "Very well," said Chief Edem, "I will do that. But the three must be killed for the funeral. What kind of a funeral will that be for a chief's son if no one | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045954 | is killed? He will have no one to go with him on the way to the dark land." The next day two missionaries came from Duke Town in answer to Mary's note. It was a great honor to have so many white people at a funeral. Chief Edem was no longer as angry as he had been. The missionaries showed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045955 | slide pictures. The natives had never seen anything like it before. It pleased them very much and it also quieted them down. The next day when the funeral was held, a cow was killed and put in the coffin with Etim instead of the people who were thought to have worked witchcraft against him. Mary was glad and thankful to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045956 | God that she had been able to save the prisoners. The last of the prisoners was let go free on the promise that if Chief Akpo was caught he would take the poison test. Mary heard that Etim was the only chief in Okoyong ever to be buried without some people being killed as a human sacrifice. The people of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045957 | the jungle thought Mary was wonderful indeed. Mary thought that this trouble was over, but a short time later Etim's uncle, who lived in a nearby village, was accused of having killed the young man. He came to Ekenge and met with the village chiefs. "I am willing to take the poison bean test," said the uncle, "if all of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045958 | the chiefs will take the test. That means you, too, Edem. Those who are innocent will not be hurt. I will take the test, but all the other chiefs must, too." When Mary heard that Etim's uncle was going to take the poison bean test if the other chiefs would, she rushed to the village. The men were arguing. They | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045959 | were shaking their swords and guns at one another. Mary looked around until she found the bag of poison beans. She took them and ran off with them. The chiefs could not find the poison beans. Finally, they quieted down. Chief Edem went to Mary. "Give me the poison beans," he said. "I know you have taken them." "Yes, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045960 | took them," said Mary, "but I will not give them to you. There has been enough trouble and sadness and fear. When will you be satisfied that your son's death was an accident?" Chief Edem turned around and went back to the village. He sent all the chiefs home. Nothing more was said about the poison bean test. Now Mary | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045961 | began to plead for Akpo, the chief of the village which the witch doctor had said had caused Etim to be killed. "Chief Edem, let him come home. Forgive him. He has done you no wrong." God softened Edem's heathen heart. After several weeks he agreed to let Akpo come home. "You may tell him," Edem said to Mary, "that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045962 | all thought of revenge is gone from my heart. If he wishes to return to his own village, he may do so, or he may go anywhere in Okoyong in safety." Nothing like that had ever been done before in the jungle. The heathen people did not forgive. They always took revenge. Akpo did not believe Edem had forgiven him. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045963 | He did not want to trust Edem. At last Mary convinced him that Edem meant just what he said and that Akpo could really go home. Mary and Akpo came to his home village of Payekong. The houses had been burned. The cattle had been stolen. But it was still home. Tears came to Akpo's eyes. Thankfully the chief kneeled | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045964 | at Mary's feet. "Oh, Ma, thank you, thank you for what you have done for me and my people. I and my people will always do whatever you ask." Akpo kept his promise. Other chiefs often argued with Mary and threatened to hurt her, but Akpo and his people always helped her and did whatever she wanted them to do. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045965 | Chief Edem now was kind to Akpo and his people. He built houses for them and helped them get their gardens started again. He gave them some cattle, too. After some time had gone by, Chief Edem came to Mary. He kneeled down before her. "Thank you, Ma, for being brave. Thank you for keeping after me until I let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045966 | those prisoners go. I am glad that people were not killed at the time of Etim's death. Your ways are better than ours. We are tired of the old ways." Many other people came and told her how glad they were that the old ways were changing. They said that they knew the old ways were bad. Mary had had | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045967 | a very hard time in the jungles, but now things were going better. She was busy all the time, teaching and preaching and nursing. She journeyed through the jungle where the wild animals were, but she did not fear. She was trusting God to take care of her as He had taken care of Daniel in the lions' den. Always | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045968 | she told the people of the loving Saviour who had died for their sins. After a time Mary fell sick. She caught the jungle fever. She became very weak. "Mary," said Ovens, "you must take a vacation. You must get away from the jungle for a while. You must go to England for a long rest. That way you can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045969 | get well and come back to work here at Okoyong." "You are right," said Mary. "Much as I hate to leave my work here, I know I must go. I will ask for a furlough at once." For three years Mary had worked in Okoyong. But already there was a change among the heathen people. The Gospel of Jesus has | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045970 | a wonderful power to change hearts and lives. As soon as word came that another worker was being sent to take her place, Mary got ready to leave for England. At last the day came that Miss Dunlop, the new worker, arrived. Mary was ready to leave. Her friends carried her trunk and suitcases down to the Ekenge landing. A | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045971 | great crowd had come to the landing to tell her good-by and wish her a safe journey. Mary was telling them to help Miss Dunlop and to remain true to the Bible teaching. Suddenly a man was seen running through the crowd. He ran up to Mary. "Come, white Ma, a young man has been shot in the hand, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045972 | he wants your medicine!" "Don't go Ma," said Ma Eme, Mary's friend. "You are tired and sick. You must get back to England. If you go with this man you may miss your boat. Let someone else go." "It is a bad tribe. They are always fighting. It is dangerous to go," said Chief Edem. "Do not go with the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045973 | man." "You cannot go," said her other friends at Ekenge. "You are too sick to walk. The wild animals in the jungle will kill you. The wild warriors are out. They will kill you in the dark, not knowing who you are." "But I must go," said Mary. "If you must go," said Chief Edem, "then you must take two | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045974 | armed men with you. You must get the chief of the next village to send his drummer with you. When the people hear the drum, they will know that a protected person is traveling who must not be hurt." It was night. Mary Slessor and the two men marched out into the darkness. The lanterns threw strange shadows that looked | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045975 | like fierce men in the darkness. At last Mary and her guard came to the village where they were to ask for the drummer. They told the chief what Chief Edem had said, but the chief did not want to help them. "You are going to a fighting tribe," said the chief. "They will not listen to what a woman | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045976 | says. You had better go back. I will not protect you." "You don't think a woman can do much. Maybe you are right," said Mary to the chief. "But you forget what the woman's God can do. He can do anything. I shall go on." Mary went on into the darkness. The natives watched her go. She must be crazy, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045977 | they thought. She had talked back to their chief who had the power to kill her. She had walked on into a jungle where wild leopards were ready to jump on her. She was going where men were drinking and making themselves wild. But Mary was not afraid. Once in talking about her trips through the jungle Mary said, "My | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045978 | great help and comfort was prayer. I did not used to believe the story of Daniel in the lions' den until I had to take some of those awful marches through the jungle. Then I knew it was true. Many times I walked alone, praying, 'O God of Daniel, shut their mouths!' and He did." After pushing on through the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045979 | darkness, Mary saw the dim outlines of the huts of the village. All was quiet. Suddenly she heard the swift patter of bare feet. She was surrounded by warriors shouting, pushing and shaking their spears. "What have you come for?" asked the chief. "I have heard a young man is hurt. I come to help him. I also heard that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045980 | you are going to war. I have come to ask you not to fight," said Mary. The chief talked with some of his men. Then he came up to Mary. "The white Ma is welcome," he said. "She shall hear all we have to say before we fight. All the same we shall fight. Here is my son wounded by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045981 | the enemy. We must wipe out the shame put on us. We must get even for this bad thing. Now Ma you may give my son your medicine. Then you must rest. Women, you take care of the white Ma. We will call her at cockcrow when we start." Mary fixed the young man's hand. Then she laid down in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045982 | one of the huts for an hour's sleep. It seemed as though her eyes were hardly shut, before she heard a voice calling her. "Ma, they are going to battle. Run, Ma, run!" The warriors were on the warpath. Mary could hear their wild yells and the roll of the war drums. Mary ran after them. She was tired from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045983 | the hard trip to their village. She was weak from the sickness she had. But nothing could stop her. She caught up with the warriors just as they were getting ready to attack an enemy village. "Behave like men," she yelled, "not like fools. Be quiet now. Do not yell and shout." The warriors became silent. "God says that revenge | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045984 | is wrong," said Mary. "He will pay back wicked people for the wrong things they do. You should not try to get even. Leave that to God." "No, no," said the chief. "If we do not pay back for the wrong done us, the tribe will not be afraid of us. They will do more bad things to us." "Yes, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045985 | yes," shouted the warriors. They kept shouting and shaking their swords and guns. "Did the whole village hurt you? Did the whole village shoot the young man? When you fight against the village you will hurt many women and children. They are innocent. They have done nothing. Let us pray to God about it." All the warriors were quiet as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045986 | Mary prayed. She asked God to please stop the war if it was His will. She prayed for the young man who had been hurt. She prayed for whoever it was that hurt him, that he might turn away from his wickedness and become a Christian. She prayed for the people of the village. Then Mary spoke to the warriors. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045987 | "You stay here," she said, "I am going over to the village." Fearlessly she walked over to where the line of village warriors were drawn up with their swords and spears. "Hello," said Mary. The warriors said nothing. Mary looked over the angry faces. Then she laughed. "Nice bunch," she said. "Is this the way you welcome lady visitors?" The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045988 | warriors stirred uneasily. They did not say anything. "Where is your chief?" asked Mary. "Surely he is not afraid to talk to me." An old chief stepped out from behind the village warriors. To Mary's surprise he kneeled down in front of her. "Ma," he said, "we thank you for coming. It is true we shot the young man, the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045989 | young chief of those who have come to fight us. But it was one man who did it. The whole village was not at fault. Please make peace. Tell us what we must do." Mary looked into the face of the chief. It was Chief Okurike. Long ago she had made a hard trip through the jungle in pouring rain | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045990 | to help when he was deathly sick. Because of what she had done then, he was now at her feet asking her to make peace. Mary shook hands with Chief Okurike. Then she spoke to his warriors. "Stay where you are," she said. "Some of you find a place where I can sit in comfort. I am hungry. Bring me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045991 | breakfast. I will not starve while men fight." The warriors did as she told them. "Now," she said, "choose two or three men to speak for you. We shall have a palaver. In that way we will settle this thing." The four men met and talked with one another while Mary ate breakfast. "Why do you want to fight and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045992 | kill because one drunken man wounded your young chief?" Mary asked the men from the fighting tribe. "Let the tribe of the drunken youth pay a fine." A long talk followed. Sometimes it became very exciting. The arguing grew loud. The father of the young man wanted to have the man who had shot him punished hard. When the men | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045993 | became angry, Mary would stop them. "Let us pray about this," Mary would say. After she had prayed they would settle the point. Finally Mary and her God won out. The fighting tribe at last agreed to be satisfied with a fine. The village paid the fine. They did not use money. So the fine was paid in barrels and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045994 | bottles of trade gin. Now Mary was worried. What should she do? She knew the warriors would drink the gin right away. She knew this would make them fight after all in spite of their promises. A quick thought came to her. According to the law of these people, clothes thrown over anything gave it the protection of your body. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045995 | No one else could touch it. Mary snatched off her skirt. She took off all the clothes she could spare. She spread them over the barrels and bottles. Now no one could touch them. Mary took the one glass the tribe had. She gave one glassful to each chief to show that there was no trick and that the barrels | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045996 | and bottles were really filled with gin. Then she spoke to them about fighting. "If all of you go to your homes and don't fight," said Mary, "I'll promise to send the stuff after you. I must go away. I have been sick and I must go where I can get strong again. I am going across the great waters | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045997 | to my home. I shall be away many moons. Will you promise me that you will not fight while I am gone? It will make me very happy if you will make that promise. It will make me sad if you don't, for I will always be wondering whether you are fighting and hurting one another." "I will promise," said | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045998 | the chief of the village, "if the other chief will." All the warriors looked at the chief whose son had been hurt. For a long time he said nothing. His tribe had always been fighters. It would be hard for them to give up fighting. The chief rubbed his chin. He scratched his head. "Yes, Ma," he said finally, "I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000045999 | will promise that we will not fight while you are gone." The two villages kept the promise made by their chiefs. When Mary came back the two chiefs could say, "It is peace." Mary was very tired. Slowly she tramped through the hot jungle. After many hours she came to Ekenge. "We have sent your trunks and things on ahead," | 60 | gutenberg |
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