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felt not a little queer on the journey from the creek 
to the town to notice that everyone approaching 
us from the other direction, as soon as they saw 
we were white, dropped whatever they were carry- 
ing on their heads, and fled to the bush. We 
wisely persevered, and on reaching the place imme- 
diately asked to be taken to the home of the Ete, 
or head chief. We introduced ourselves as God- 
palaver men J and told him w^e had come to make 
friends with him and his people, and if he had no 
objection we would like him to call them together 
so that we might hold palaver.'' Fortunately 
most of the men were at home from farm and fish- 
ing grounds. So we soon had a capital company. 
Mr. Boocock and I both had a turn at telling these 
strong, curious men-folk the story of God their 
Father and His Love-gift, Jesus Christ, their 
Saviour. It was a thrilling experience, as refresh- 
ing as a cup of cold water on a very hot day. To 
be the first to tell a congregation the glad tidings 
of a Saviour's love is a privilege that does not often 
come to ordinary people like myself. How the 
wonder and the freshness and the power of it fas- 
cinated them I They listened, scarcely daring to 
breathe ! On that tour we were well received every- 
where, but when I went alone to visit Inwan a 
second time things were changed. The trouble was 
the men were on the spree. When I got to where 
the chiefs were, they were maudlin and difficult to 
talk to. One was quarrelsome, and did his best to 
make me angry and have a big row, but I pressed 
my teeth and my lips together, and refused to say 
an angry or unwise w^ord, and came quickly away. 
The last bit of boring I did was in another part 
