The Story of Crowther 
privilege to make his acquaintance. Notwith¬ 
standing the great change in his circumstances, 
he was not ashamed of his jet black face nor 
the tribal marks there which showed his pagan 
origin. He once laughingly told of an adven¬ 
ture he had in England when dining with some 
dignitary. Feeling something soft touch his 
hand, he turned to find a little girl trying to rub 
off the smut. 
Before leaving Abeokuta, 1 had the pleasure of 
meeting Rev. Mr. King, a Sierra Leone mis¬ 
sionary and a colaborer with Bishop Crowther in 
the work of preaching and translating. He was 
a very humble and devout man and well worthy 
to be named in connection with Crowther. 
But not all the Sierra Leone emigrants were 
desirable citizens. Some of them had evidently 
left their country for their country’s good. One 
of the latter class it was my misfortune to secure 
as an interpreter, after sending back the one who 
came up the river with me. He was so dis¬ 
honest and untruthful that 1 had to dismiss him 
after one month’s trial. His successor, another 
Sierra Leone man, proved to be very trust¬ 
worthy and remained with me as long as I 
needed his services. 
In Abeokuta, I had to provide myself with 
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