[The following is an extract from a letter from Pastor W. A. Barlow, who is now in England on account of ill health, after serving for eighteen years as a missionary in India. It shows conditions that are all too prevalent in that sin-darkened land.] I MUST tell you my last day's experience at Babolmohol. Having no pony, I walked over from Simultala to Babolmohol a few days before leaving for England. As I came thru a Hindu village not far from Babolmohol, I met a poor, half-starved woman and two children. The woman was suffering from hunger, and had had no proper food for fifteen days. One child was dying in her arms. The older child was suffering from some disease of the spleen. The poor woman pleaded for food and help. I asked her to send some one to our house for food as she could not go on account of weakness and dropsy, and with the dying child in her arms. No one came, but next day she with her two children came along in the afternoon. We gave her some milk, fruit, and rice, and they slept in the church-house for the night. Next morning we gave them more food and some clothing. I told them that we were leaving for England, and that they could go home slowly because no one was remaining to take my place. She with her two little ones started for their so-called home (only a hut made from a few branches and some straw to cover them). They had gone only as far as the Babolmohol River, when she lay down and died on the banks of the river. Her boy ran with his little dying brother to the village about two miles distant to tell the sad news of the poor famine-stricken mother's death. I believe her body was burned that day, and her husband is away from home seeking work, I suppose. Does no one hear the voice of God to come over and help these poor people around Simultala and Babolmohol? Are there not some medical missionaries who have a real love for the poor villagers? Surely the harvest is great, but the laborers are few. I trust that some one will offer himself for this needy field. There are two mission stations vacant, waiting for workers who are filled with love for these poor native people, and who will live and work for their salvation. God will surely reward them.