Malamulo Mission, Nyassaland
By JOEL C. ROGERS
It is now the fever season in the African tropics. We have received many kind letters from friends inquiring about our health. These letters we appreciate very much, and trust that our friends may not grow weary in well-doing, even if they do not receive early answers. In a place like this where one does not19see a person of his own race for many months, every letter from the home land is doubly welcome. The terrible fever has found us, as it invariably finds the foreigner who has hard work to do here. The climate is extremely weakening, and one used to hard work in the States finds himself overdoing before he is aware of it. My wife was the first to suffer from an attack. December 10 she was in the school as usual, but was not feeling very well. The next day she was unable to sit up, and her temperature reached 104.5. From that time it went up and down for a week, when it yielded to treatment, with God's special blessing. It left her in a very weak condition, and it will be some time before her usual strength returns. This fever is indeed a terrible thing, and my wife warns me daily not to get it. From October 26 rain has fallen almost every day. The mornings vary with fog, cloud, then a little sun. And now at one o'clock the rain is pouring down. The atmosphere is humid, steamy, and warm. It is not extremely hot, but never invigoratingly cool. Vegetation seems never to cease growing. Continual cutting of grass with hoes is required about the house to prevent everything overgrowing. We are glad that flowers grow well here. Our garden is well supplied with roses, carnations, pansies, etc. We have started three new schools with the native teachers this year. The last one is over one hundred miles farther into the heart of Africa. JOEL C. ROGERS.