XX 
LEAVING THE DOOMED CITY 
The scenes through which we had been pass¬ 
ing for a year were beginning to tell seriously on 
my wife’s health. Outside our faith, we had lit¬ 
tle to cheer us. Daylight brought battles, blood 
and suffering, night brought alarms. While 
awake, we were in a constant suspense which 
was very trying on a female constitution in this 
climate. The faith of the converts during all 
this ordeal was as simple as that of children, yet 
it made them giants in the strength of their 
characters. It was, indeed, an impressive object 
lesson. 
We had to give up everything like domestic 
order. Except in the seclusion of our sleeping 
apartment, privacy was impossible. Visitors and 
wounded soldiers were always in and about the 
house, and we encouraged them to come. We 
wanted them to feel that we and everything we 
had were at their service, to see in us as much as 
possible the spirit and character of our divine 
Master. 
For more than thirty days at a time of great 
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