In Perils Often. 
DURING the Great War I read the account of 
the sinking of the Apapa, and when 
looking down the list of names of those who had 
lost their lives, I discovered that several mission- 
aries had made ^* the great sacrifice." Like a flash 
there came to my remembrance the experience of 
the greatest missionary the world has seen since the 
days of Jesus Christ — the Apostle Paul. Thrice 
he suffered shipwreck; a night and a day he spent 
in the deep ; in the city, the wilderness, and when 
on trek, moving from place to place, he was in 
perils often. And brave missionaries in Africa have 
faithfully followed in his steps. Nearly everybody 
has read the wonderful story of Mary Slessor, the 
Scotch weaver-girl who became Ma " to tens 
and hundreds of thousands of West African 
negroes. One day messengers came, who reached 
her after travelling for eight hours through streams, 
big dark forests, and many towns, to beg that she 
would heal their chief, or king. She asked them 
to tell her what the sickness was. As they could 
not do so, she determined she would go back with 
them and see for herself. Her black friends said : 
No, Ma ! you must do no such thing. The way 
is full of peril ; the streams are deep ; the rains are 
come; unfriendly peoples may kill you; and the 
wild beasts will * seek to devour you.' " But all 
that Mary Slessor— who, when a girl, dared not 
