South India by Belle Shryock

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Feb 3, 1910

South India

By Belle Shryock

I AM very happy and contented. The sick people keep me busy, and how I love to minister to them!

Last week we were all three called to a village twelve miles from here. We had to ride in a bullock “bandy,” sitting native style, and you may be sure our legs were cramped some before we reached our destination. The bullocks were small, and we were heavy, and the road very, very sandy, so they would take a notion to stop once in a while. The driver would pull and twist their tails, and finally succeed in getting them started. Once while crossing a river they stopped right in the middle of it, and the water came to the sides of the bullocks, and almost into the bandy. We could hardly get them started again, but finally did so. When we reached the village, we found a very sick woman. We worked that night, and the next day until 1:30 P. M.

A NATIVE PATIENT ON BACK PORCH OF NEW BUNGALOW

The woman in the picture is a patient of ours. Notice the ears. She has the lobe drawn down, and filled with jewels. Her husband and father and baby are with her. They are standing on our back veranda, which we use as a dining-room. BELLE SHRYOCK.