ABU BOFaS ENTRY. 
sleepless nights, and that he dreaded the journey back. 
Why should he have feared ? If he had been a murderer,, 
surely the king would not have loaded him with presents I'* 
At length the rain ceasing, he rose and left. 
A bright and beautiful Sunday was the 24th of Sept-^ 
ember to us, when under the shade of the orange and 
mango trees, I baptised our little one in the presence of 
our people. Bosommuru, whom I invited, remained witk 
thirty of his attendants during the service, and heard 
what I said. When I sprinkled the forehead of the little 
Rosa Augustine Louise, he could not conceal his astonish- 
ment. Thus was our dear child's, the first baptism 
celebrated in Coomassie — may many yet follow. 
Scarcely had we returned to our room, when a heavy 
thunder-storm broke upon us, but we sat down with 
Joseph, and Robert Kwansa, to a social meal, followed by 
some confectionery made from the flour we had lately re- 
ceived. The mulattos. Smith and Palm, were also present,, 
and the rest of our people received an extra meal, which, 
made them wish that baptisms would occur daily. 
I soon after spoke to Bosommuru on a subject which 
had long troubled me, and asked him if I might proclaim 
the gospel in the streets. He replied that the king had 
often wondered why we did not celebrate our worship 
thus, and that he would like to come and listen when we 
preached the word of God. So on the 1st October, I held 
my first open-air service, and about a hundred people, be- 
sides Bosommuru and his great retinue, heard me tell of 
God's love to men. His horror of sin, and how He blessed 
those who truly seek Him. I made it pretty short, that 
the hearers might not tire, and trust that God's power 
came to the help of my weakness. 
Meanwhile, our days passed on as usual, whilst at 
the coast, it was fully expected we were returning with 
the ambassadors. These latter were detained at Fornana, 
