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present controlling spirit in which is my friend of many 

 years, Charles M. Schwab, and the First Vice-president 

 of which w r as one of my table-mates on the voyage from 

 Buenos Aires to New York. I told the coachman to 

 stop, and, alighting, I set out to seek the missionary, and 

 wish him Godspeed; but he had gone into one of the 

 houses to minister at the bedside of a sick and dying 

 man, and I felt I ought not to intrude, and came away. 

 No body of men have ever shown more real heroism 

 than the missionaries of the Moravian Church, who 

 were the pioneers of Protestant Christendom in the 

 effort to evangelize the neglected and helpless, not as 

 was done by the emissaries of Spain in these islands, 

 where the people were baptized and then barbarously 

 exterminated, but as it is being done to-day by good 

 men the world over, by teaching the ignorant to culti- 

 vate habits of industry, self-help, and self-respect, and 

 reverence for things which are excellent, and pure, and 

 of good report. The story of the Moravian missions 

 in the West Indies is the story of a self-sacrificing 

 devotion, which, beginning with the act of Leonard 

 Dober, who offered to sell himself into slavery that he 

 might reach and teach the slaves, has been one long and 

 consistent effort of kind-hearted and wise men to carry 

 light and truth into the dark places of the earth. 



We left Barbados on the morning of November I3th, 

 and passed northward along the western coast of the 

 island, taking what the seamen call the "inner passage." 

 We caught sight of St. Vincent and St. Lucia, their blue 

 peaks rising above the western horizon. Early in the 

 afternoon we were just off the southern shore of Mar- 

 tinique. The Captain pointed out with the pride of a 

 true British sailor the " Stone Ship," as it has been called. 

 Towering nearly six hundred feet above the water is a 



