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MISSIONARY LIFE 
nessed better order or better attention than they 
gave. The next day we went to another island, 
about seven miles farther at sea. Here we found 
a few persons who were in a state of entire nudity. 
At this place we anchored a little distance at sea, 
and slept in our boat. The next day about noon we 
started for home, and got there at dusk Thursday 
evening. These scenes and this experience makes 
my soul cry within me. Why is it that there are 
so few Christian workers here in this dark, be- 
nighted land ? Oh, why is it ? Truly the harvest 
is great, and the laborers are few. 0 Lord, send forth 
more laborers. Trusting in God, I will do the 
best I can. Joseph Wolfe. 
March, 1876. 
DAVID CASSAMBOE. 
On the north bank of the Yaltucher River, 
about two miles from its mouth, in the midst of 
the thick bush, is the little village of Mosam. It 
was in this village that the hero of this story was 
born; and they called him Kong, because that was 
his name. It is the custom in that country to call 
every first boy by that name ; and every first girl 
is called Bwoy. 
One day, when little Kong was large enough to 
run about and get into mischief, his father took 
him to the Furrow bush and gave him to the Fur- 
row devil. Kow the Furrow devil is not that 
