OH, SHOOT! 



the most civilized of the towns, we found two 

 missionary women, the only white people 

 living in the nation. They had come at the 

 invitation of the local chief, but their presence 

 had excited much opposition and they had 

 undergone many adventures. The one who 

 had dwelt there longest told us of uprisings 

 against her and of council meetings where her 

 death or expulsion had been demanded. With 

 that amazing singleness of purpose which 

 animates the missionary mind, this little 

 woman had stuck to her post, devoting one- 

 third of her hours to teaching and two-thirds 

 to preaching. Her scholars were eager to 

 learn ; they followed her about, crying : "School ! 

 School! School!" and allowed her scant 

 leisure for her household duties. Women with 

 babies on their hips sat beside immature chil- 

 dren, droning their a-b-c's and singing psalms. 

 With the arrival of the other missionary, the 

 word of God had spread more rapidly, and 

 when we sailed into River Diabolo with our 

 flags flying we were met by ranks of Indian 

 boys in clean white shirts and trousers, with 

 faces scrubbed until they shone, and with 

 hair plastered flat upon their foreheads. But 

 garments were worn only during school 



