British Central Africa
By S. M. KONGMACHER
MALAMULO MISSION.—This is a land where things grow by simply sticking them in the ground. Fence posts grow where they are placed, and the most beautiful roses grow in our yard, and blossom nearly all the year. The poinsettia adds its color to the scene, and the text, “The desert . . . shall blossom as the rose,” is literally fulfilled before our eyes. We have one tree here with sap as red as blood. The natives tell how in olden times they would steal a live goat and then cut down one of these trees and sprinkle the red sap on the ground to make it appear that a wild beast had killed the animal which they had carried off to their village. We have just enjoyed a visit from Elder W. B. White and Dr. Dunscombe, who came to help us plan for future work in this part of the field. We were called from our station to Cholo to meet with the brethren in council. The edges of this paper on which I am writing have been eaten by white ants. They are like little sins. They do their work in the dark, under earthen covers, which they erect over the object they wish to eat. We recently had ten thousand tracts printed,—“Who Changed the Sabbath?”—and have had some interesting times scattering them among the people. One of the best ways is to give them to the schoolboys when they go to their homes, as many come from districts where we cannot place outschools. Then our native evangelists take a supply when they go to visit the teachers in our outschools; if they pass a friend on the way, they give him one as a present, and in this way the truth finds many dark places which we cannot reach. As I was traveling not long since from Matandani to Cholo, I passed a government police station where the natives were drilling, and as soon as the exercise was over they came running to me to get tracts. At first I gave them to only the larger boys, thinking the smaller ones could not read, but these ran after me a long way and looked so very wistful that at last I gave them copies also. Not long ago I left a tract in a native store. The proprietor must have read it and been impressed, for he wrote a message of thanks on the back and sent it to me by one of my carriers. Surely the field is ripe for the harvest, and we believe that these little tracts, printed in the language of the common people, will play an important part in proclaiming the truth for these times. God is blessing the work, and the Bible classes are helping to develop Christians who come to the main station school for preparation for service. Pray for the work in Central Africa.