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moned Logan-harri to answer for herself. She was equal 

 to it, I knew. 



' No, Missie ; I heathen.' 



' Would you like to be a Christian ? ' 



' Yes, Missie ' (ever so humbly), ' if Missie please tell what 

 kind Christian.' 



' What kind of Christian ! ' rashly cried the Salvation 

 Army lass. ' Why, to believe in Christ, the Saviour of the 

 world.' And she ran through the heads of our creed quickly, 

 but solemnly and most earnestly, in her anxiety to secure 

 a convert in this inquiring heathen. 



' Yes, Missie, I know, but very plenty kind Christians. 

 What kind Missie want me to be ? There 's you Missie 

 kind, the Salvation Army ; and my Missus' kind, Pra- 

 testan Church ; there 's Roman Catholic, and Presby- 

 tran, and London mission, and German mission. Missie 

 please, which I be ? ' And she looked up innocently, not 

 without a glint of malice too, into the rather blank face 

 of the lass, who attempted no answer to the pointed question, 

 and said nothing more to the ayah about her conversion. 

 I thought the fact of there being so many different Christian 

 missions as puzzling to the heathen mind as it was true, 

 and it was not altogether pleasant to be so reminded of it. 



The most effective Christianising influences at that time 

 in India were undoubtedly those of the missionaries, whether 

 Roman Catholic, Anglican, or Nonconformist, and of the 

 German or Lutheran missions, on account of the self-deny- 

 ing lives of their respective members. Without exception, 

 amongst the numbers that we knew, each one lived hardly, 

 not to say in penury, whether in their mission quarters, 

 or travelling about the country in a single bullock-cart — 

 jolting, springless ; sleeping in or under it ; oftentimes 

 with no companion but the driver, faring as he did, though, 

 until acclimatised, tried by the rough life as he would never 

 be ; regardless of danger from infection and also from 



