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doctor’s wife is called to the hospital, and, with Joseph’s 
help, makes everything ready for the operation. When 
that is to begin she administers the anaesthetic, and 
Joseph, in a long pair of rubber gloves, acts as assistant. 
The operation is finished, and in the hardly lighted 
dormitory I watch for the sick man’s awaking. Scarcely 
has he recovered consciousness when he stares about 
him and ejaculates again and again : " I’ve no more 
pain ! I’ve no more pain ! ” . . . His hand feels for 
mine and will not let it go. Then I begin to tell him 
and the others who are in the room that it is the Lord 
Jesus who has told the doctor and his wife to come to 
the Ogowe, and that white people in Europe give them 
the money to live here and cure the sick negroes. Then 
I have to answer questions as to who these white people 
are, where they live, and how they know that the 
natives suffer so much from sickness. The African 
sun is shining through the coffee bushes into the dark 
shed, but we, black and white, sit side by side and feel 
that we know by experience the meaning of the words : 
“ And all ye are brethren ” (Matt, xxiii. 8). Would 
that my generous friends in Europe could come out 
here and live through one such hour ! 
