In leper-land : being a record of my tour of 7,000 miles among Indian lepers ; including some notes on missions and an account of eleven days with Miss Mary Reed and her lepers . hat thousands arespending that amount weekly or daily, in needless extravagance, irresistibly raises the questionas to how far the professed followers of Christhave risen to the point of self-denial in their many cases possibly they do not know of theneed, in many others it is to be feared they do notcare. Not to close the Chapter on a note of sadness, letme add that some of the most cheering of all myexperi
In leper-land : being a record of my tour of 7,000 miles among Indian lepers ; including some notes on missions and an account of eleven days with Miss Mary Reed and her lepers . hat thousands arespending that amount weekly or daily, in needless extravagance, irresistibly raises the questionas to how far the professed followers of Christhave risen to the point of self-denial in their many cases possibly they do not know of theneed, in many others it is to be feared they do notcare. Not to close the Chapter on a note of sadness, letme add that some of the most cheering of all myexperiences were connected with the little peoplewho are safely sheltered in the many Homes foruntainted children I had the pleasure of example, on nearing Chandkuri, after elevenmiles through the jungle, I was met on my way bya procession of bright little boys and girls, who withbanners and songs, escorted me to the MissionStation. During my stay of two days I saw much ofthese happy children. I joined them in their singingand feasting, I saw them at their lessons, and twoentire mornings were spent in interviewing andreporting upon the many boys and girls, who have. THE CRY OF THE CHILDREN 113 been specially adopted by ladies, schools, ChristianEndeavour Societies or classes in England.* This was for many of them rather an ordeal. Tostand before a strange Sahib, who wrote myster-iously on a large paper, and to be asked to send amessage to their far away friends, was a tryingexperience for these little waifs. Their messagesseldom went beyond * Salaams or Yesu Sahai(Jesus be your helper—a usual form of Christiangreeting in the district). But they all readilyrecognized their new relationship and regardless ofthe sex or the numbers of their supporters, spoke ofthem invariably as Father and Mother. I oughtto add that only one of them asked for anything, andshe was a little girl, who preferred a request for a newdress ! At Purulia again it was a great pleasure to have ashare
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