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prospect. Mr. Burton years ago tried to get the 
place, but one of my uncles, now dead, refused. 
At my uncle’s place they have some cows, and 
he gave me one. While I was there I remarked 
that we use our cattle to plow our fields, instead 
of having them run about through the town as 
theirs were doing. The people who heard me 
wondered how oxen could be made to plow the 
ground. Some suggested that they used the feet 
ill plowing ; others advanced ideas as ridiculous. 
Binally, I told them that we had one big, big hoe 
( plow) ; that the oxen were tied to this, and the 
man holding tbe hoe walked behind them, while 
the big hoe dug its way through the ground. 
Their surprise was unbounded. Clapping their 
liands over their mouths, they exclaimed, ‘‘Ah! > 
a-po-tho ! a-po-tho (Ah ! white people ! white 
people!) 
I am glad to say that the meetings are still in- 
teresting, though on account of the rains they are 
not so largely attended as formerly. Our class- 
meeting was very good last week ; though the 
night was dark, many came. On Thursday night 
we had a rousing prayer-meeting. The Spirit of 
-God was there. It is not often we have such 
meetings here. Our people are just taking hold 
of truth and righteousness — not as rich in experi- 
ence as those in Christian lands. We are striving 
