Rhodesia, South Africa
By M. C. Sturdevant
BULUWAYO.— We are here at the wagons, on the edge of Buluwayo. Day is breaking, and I rise early, so that I may write home. We are all well, and of the best courage, happy in our Father, who has brought us safely o’er all our long journey. We arrived here April 14. Brother Anderson and Lena Mead met us at the depot. They took us to the wagons, loaded with grain and produce from the farm. We camped all night, and to-day will sell the stuff, and get ready to travel to the farm to-morrow. We could not be more contented and happy in the Lord than we are this lovely morning, so glad we are here. And truly, we could not have had a more pleasant trip—no storm, no roughness, no sickness, only for a few days on the sea. From the first, it was a most pleasant trip. Brother Anderson says to tell you that they are all well, and glad we are here. They seem as happy as can be, and report the very best progress in every branch of the work in this field.