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place could not contain all the people. After speak- 
ing a short time on the creation of man, his fall, 
and Christ the Savior, they all shouted, ‘‘Talk 
more. We can’t deny the word. Talk again. 
We are glad for this word. Tell me plenty!” 
The king himself arose and made quite a speech. 
Early the next morning — Sabbath morning — the 
king came to my house and asked me to go with 
him to the grave of his son and kill a cow, — all 
cattle are cows with the Africans, — and help to 
make sacrifice at the grave. As I was a big foda 
I must offer the sacrifice. His son had been dead 
twenty days. He was a stranger in the place 
where he had gone. The people there would ask 
him where he came from, ani what he bring to eat, 
and a lot of such talk. I saw plainly this was a 
trick of the devil to spoil my meeting here to-day. 
The Mohammedan priests present at the meeting 
saw the situation, and this sacrifice was a trick of 
theirs. At 11:00 A. M. I had a meeting, and but 
few were present. Most of them went with the 
king. In the afternoon I went by land to Gambia, 
distant about five miles. The old king, San Ali- 
mammi Labaie, received me very kindly. This is 
a very large town; not less than 2,000 people. 
They got up a large meeting in the king’s yard. 
He begged me hard to hold meetings there all the 
time. J, Gomer. 
