In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
death, my wife was greatly benefited by a visit 
from a German missionary and his wife. I be¬ 
lieve the visit saved her life. Mrs. Townsend, 
the wife of the celebrated missionary of that 
name, seemed to be hopelessly ill, but was taken 
at her request to a grass-thatched hut in the 
Abeokuta farms—and began to recover from the 
first day. In a few weeks she was as well as usual. 
On one occasion, I had no energy or appetite, 
and joined an English missionary in the same 
condition, in a picnicking excursion. We took 
along what we supposed would be an ample 
supply of provisions for a week. We were 
driven home by hunger at the end of three days. 
All white people who go to this part of Africa 
should expect to be sick. If they escape ma¬ 
larial fever they will meet chronic dysentery and 
the last is worse than the first. 
When visiting among the people, I frequently 
found myself near some one broken out with 
smallpox, but as the natives showed no fear of the 
disease, I thought I ought not. Here the patient 
lies in the open air, in the piazza on hard mats. 
They eat sparingly, drink warm water, and never 
touch any preparation of chicken. The disease 
is allowed to run its course, the patient enduring 
the itching as best he can and breaking the 
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