Ju-jus. 
SOME years back, our Mission did a ^'flit^^ 
from the Aqua Effy river district to Oron. It 
was a toilsome and weary process, requiring both 
patience and skill. But the missionaries came 
through the trying ordeal famously. An outstand- 
ing proof of it is furnished by the splendid site 
they chose for the present Oron Mission Station. 
For view, healthiness, and lots of other desirable 
things in West Africa, it cannot be beaten. But 
when the ground was first chosen, the natives 
thought the missionaries were either brave or mad ! 
For was it not Ju-ju ground? To trespass upon 
the preserves of Ju-ju was something far mote 
serious than poaching. When the mission house 
was built who would be able to live in it? Out- 
raged and offended Ju-ju would surely destroy all 
such adventurers. So the folks of the district 
confidently expected, and when time proved them 
wrong, then they talked about ^* white man's 
medicine'' being stronger than Ju-ju. Later 
on, under that very mission house I was privi- 
leged to see nearly a canoe-load of Ju-jus piled to- 
gether. They had been brought there by the people 
of Atabong. Since they had invited our missionary 
to enter their town and open a mission school, they 
felt it was time they did away with the old fashions, 
etc. They had no desire to run with the hare and 
hunt with the hounds. Religion, to them, was no 
playing matter. They felt they could not be 
heathen and Christian at one and the same time, 
so all Ju-jus had to go. But where? Who dare 
destroy them ? What a fix they were in until the 
happy thought seized them to take them all to 
