IN WESTEEN AFRICA. 
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< Brotlier Williams and myself went to Lower 
Kibbe. It is a miserably dirty place. From here 
we went to another town called Upper Uibbe, 
where resides the newly-created king. This is a 
nice town. We were kindly received, and the 
people gave ns good quarters. On the next morn- 
ing Daddy John presented us to the king. He is 
a very intelligent looking man of near sixty years 
of age, and very dignified in. appearance. He sent 
for all his chief men. We were very well cared 
for by the people, who cooked rice, fowl, cassada, 
fish, etc., and - then met us in the barra to hear 
what we had to say. 
The following is the prayer of an old man who 
lived away in the country. He had heard about 
God a long time ago, when Mr. Billheimer was 
laboring at our mission. He tried to keep the 
Sabbath, but he had forgotten the day on which 
it came. But he had one prayer, which he prayed 
morning and evening. 
^‘0 God, you must remember me. You must 
make my heart clean ; make me no hate nobody ; 
you made me ; all my mind there to you. Please 
God, you must show me how for pray, because I 
don’t know how.” 
To shoot any person is a declaration of war. 
If you kill with a sword or ax it is no war; 
but it is murder, for which the perpetrator must 
