AOPLEA POR THE WATIVE 415 
on whose hearts the charm and terror of Africa have laid their 
spell, even if sometimes they have sadly lost faith in the 
creeds of their childhood, hold him for what he is — the 
real saviour of the Africa of the future. 
He has been her true discoverer. He opened the dark 
places to the day. No man has so good a right as he to a 
voice in her government. Our present day materialism 
has small understanding of the missionary, but surely his 
own will come to him. He is the idealist of Africa. A 
man’s work is, as it were, the perishable body of him; after 
a few years the body wears out, only the ideas he gave 
forth, the living, detachable seeds of him, as it were, remain. 
Where would the world be to-day but for ideas? Jewish 
ideas, Greek ideas, Italian ideas, English ideas? Who 
cares or knows anything of the mere fortune-builders of old 
time, or even of those who led hosts to slaughter in those 
ten thousand battles of long ago? Yet in our so-called 
materialistic century, men pour out treasure or eagerly cross 
sea and land if only they may learn a little of those great 
ones who gave ideas to men. Their memory is revered, 
their words written, their pictures painted, the statues they 
hewed, the cathedrals or towers they builded, are our price- 
less possessions to-day. 
Adventure and traffic in Africa has too often brutalized 
those who pursued them. Colonists cannot be trusted to 
safeguard the rights of those whom, at least in part, they 
have come to dispossess. Between the colonial adventurer 
and the native, stands the disinterested, self-sacrificing 
missionary. He should, in the best interests of the country 
he knows, have a far more influential voice than he now has, 
in formulating its laws and outlining its policy. 
If “blood is the price of admiralty,” as Kipling says, who 
has better earned his right to a voice in the council of the 
land of his adoption than he? Pensions and honour may 
await the successful soldier. Some recognition, however 
