In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
young of the centipedes. More than a hundred 
slept on the loose bamboo poles over my bed. 
In a field back of the house were many ant- 
palaces, some of them seven or eight feet high, 
and it often afforded me most pleasant recreation 
to study their wonderful structure. While wan¬ 
dering about among them, I sometimes came 
upon amphibious saurians three feet long whose 
mad rush for the water made me perform some 
extraordinary gymnastic feats. At night, large 
bats, about the size of rats, would flit through 
the trees around my shanty. At a distance they 
appeared to be hawks. 
But my circumstances were forgotten in the 
pleasant social intercourse, not only with the 
English missionaries, but with educated natives 
among whom I had valued acquaintances. One 
of these last, was Bishop Samuel Crowther. In 
my last desperate illness which compelled me to 
give up my work among the people of Africa, 
the last voice of prayer at my bedside was that 
of this devoted servant of God as he pleaded for 
my restoration to health. 
The history of Mrs. Davis, another native ac¬ 
quaintance, was almost as remarkable as that of 
Crowther. When a little girl, she had been sent 
as a present to the Queen of England by the 
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