Gendia Mission Station, British East Africa
By A. A. Carscallen
I AM at present spending a month away from the station, on a tour through the country. I write home to the workers at the mission every few days. It does me good to see each of the boys that I have with me send a little letter to the boys at the mission. And when the mail-carrier returns, they show as much interest in their little notes from their companion students as we ever do when the European and American mails arrive. As the other children of the district see that our boys can read and write, they also wish to be able to do the same, and we now have a good school of boys and girls who really wish to learn. During our four years here we have not lost a worker; that is, not one of our workers who has come out here has died or been sent back to Europe because of illness, or in any other way taken from the field. For this we are very thankful to our Heavenly Father, and we trust that our lives and health may still be precious in his sight, that we may be spared to do his work in this dark and needy field. I should add that I have never had a better trip through this country than the one I am now taking. Some of the old men express joy over what I have told them about God. They ask me to come back, that they may call in all the old men to hear of God, and how he loves and wants to save us all. Our faith in this message is strong, and we hope to triumph with it.