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why not my letters ? The only question would be the amount of 
pay. 
The governor of Benguella took the trouble to write to Senhor 
Porto to take care of me, and bring me safely to the coast. 
Perhaps because of the trouble the Americans had at Bailundu, 
the governor feared that I, being English, might suffer from the 
Bailundu, and bring down an EngHsh inquisition upon him. 
Senhor Porto is my guardian in the meantime, and although I 
have been running about to my heart's content, I fear he would 
consider me ungrateful were I to go on to Benguella before 
him, so I must wait here for a couple of days, as he has been 
detained on the road. Strange that patience towards the end of 
a journey is far harder than patience at the beginning. Staying 
a whole week here, within three days or so of the coast, seems 
intolerable. 
A Portuguese called to-day, and after talking for some time 
he remarked that at Benguella they were expecting one " Padre 
Arnot " from the east-coast. He knew that I had come from the 
east, but could not recognise the Padre. I heard him laughing 
when told that / was the Padre. 
True and faithful service is not thrown away, as the following 
shows : Mr. W. W. Bagster, now gone home, gave three years 
ago a Testament to Coimbra, with whom I am staying, the 
reading of which touched him, and Mr. Sanders has since had 
long talks with him. Coimbra is anxious about his soul. 
Although I had not been speaking to him in a personal way, 
he took down his Testament this morning and turned to Mark 
X. 29, saying to me, "This is my trouble." He could not leave 
wives, children, houses, and all. I told him that the Lord asked 
him not to leave anything, but to receive; and that when God's 
love filled his heart, he would know by the power of love how to 
serve Him. He said that he was greatly relieved, and that his 
way seemed more clear; he did not desire to live any longer 
with more than one wife, but he could not turn into the fields 
those who were the mothers of his children, nor put away his 
children. The good Lord will not quench the smoking flax. 
November ()th, — At Catumbella at last. Waiting for Senhor 
Porto; a sharp attack of dysentery detained me. I ate too 
freely of bananas. 
