In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
riding out of the Ebaddan gate. The route from 
Ewo to Ogbomishaw leads sixty miles through a 
very wild country, and I contemplated it with 
much anxiety. An almost unbroken wilderness 
lies between Ogbomishaw and Awyaw, and at 
that time one could travel the whole of the last 
named distance without meeting anybody but 
people engaged in the chase or in war. 
1 was now quite ill with African fever. When 
a heavy rain came up and beat in on me where 1 
was lying in the piazza, a woman in the com¬ 
pound kindly offered to vacate her sleeping 
apartment for my relief. But soon a greater 
surprise than this awaited me. As I was lying 
on a grass mat in the little room, by the light of 
a little native lamp 1 saw the mat which hung 
over the door pushed aside. Then a hand hold¬ 
ing a book was thrust within and that book was 
an old English Bible. Our host could not speak 
English, and why he had the Bible, 1 can’t im¬ 
agine. But the sight of it brought indescribable 
joy to my heart. 1 arose from the mat and 
opened it at random. The first thing my eye fell 
upon was the twenty-seventh psalm, and as I 
read it aloud, it seemed to be the very voice of 
God speaking from heaven. After the reading, 
we both kneeled together and I prayed aloud. 
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