With the Mission Dispensaries
By F. A. Stahl
Inca Indian Mission, Lake Titicaca, Peru
Here is a picture of a common scene round our dispensary door as the Indians flock in for treatment. Then, too, the calls for help come ever more urgently from remote places. I was called to visit one sick person over the mountains where the way was so difficult that the Indian guides had to take my feet and place them in the niches of the rocks in order that I might get down the precipice. But God is blessing. In this morning's group, of which I send you the picture, we found the following cases:— A woman with a broken collar bone, a man with neglected broken ribs, one with an ulcerated throat, another with an ulcerated leg, a case of pleurisy, and one of hemorrhage of the lungs, two persons with aching teeth, a case of stomach trouble, and two persons with fever, besides many others with minor ailments. And this is not an unusual scene. They come to us from great distances, sometimes traveling eighty miles or more. We do all in our power to help them, and we see to it that no one leaves the mission without an inspiration to live a better life.