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into my face and shouted in an accusing tone, "Has 

 your soul been saved?" You could have knocked 

 me over with a feather. I was so dumbfounded for a 

 few seconds I couldn't think, then searched the man's 

 face in an attempt to discover whether he were joking 

 or not. It was plain enough that he was serious, so 

 not wishing to offend any of them, I used my best 

 diplomacy in attempting to change the subject. One 

 of the women gave me an opportunity by suggesting 

 that I visit them the following day for services. It 

 was only forty miles away. I promised I would, 

 if possible, and the tall fellow evidently thought 

 he would have another try at me when I came to 

 the mission. 



This same young Hon Avas the cause of a clash between 

 Austin and a lady missionary at Bwana Chai's place. 

 Some boys had gathered around the cage and were 

 teasing the cub. Austin was standing inside a hut 

 door shaving and becoming annoyed at these totos 

 rushed out to chase them away. He had never mas- 

 tered the native language and was falhng back on a 

 few popular cuss words to emphasize his remarks, 

 when up from nowhere popped a young white woman, 

 who was mothering this flock of blackbirds. Without 

 preUminaries she started a tirade against Austin, tell- 

 ing him that it was the most disgraceful language she 

 had ever heard an Enghshman use; that in America, 

 especially that part from which she came, no man 

 would ever speak that way to children. Austin poHtely 

 inquired where she was from, to which she answered, 

 "Los Angeles," whereupon, assuming a gallant atti- 

 tude, he said, "Well, well — I'm certainly glad to see 

 you — I'm from Hollywood I " 



