. Life and light for woman. ARRIVING AT BEIRA My heart ached as I looked at them and remembered that, at present,there is no missionary at all in Beira to tell them of God and his love, andhis power to save them from sin and drink and destruction. I know thatyou will rejoice with us in the hope that, before many more months havepassed, Mr. Maxwell and Dr. Laurenz will have come to live in Beira forthis very purpose. From Beira I came by train through Portuguese Terri-tory to Umtali—the first railway station in Rhodesia. I think you will findthe name marked on the map, if you look for it. I rea
. Life and light for woman. ARRIVING AT BEIRA My heart ached as I looked at them and remembered that, at present,there is no missionary at all in Beira to tell them of God and his love, andhis power to save them from sin and drink and destruction. I know thatyou will rejoice with us in the hope that, before many more months havepassed, Mr. Maxwell and Dr. Laurenz will have come to live in Beira forthis very purpose. From Beira I came by train through Portuguese Terri-tory to Umtali—the first railway station in Rhodesia. I think you will findthe name marked on the map, if you look for it. I reached Umtali atabout twelve oclock at night, Saturday night, so it was Sunday morningbefore I had finished getting my luggage through the British Customs had already gone through the Portuguese Customs House at Beira. Ispent a few hours at a hotel, and then started at six oclock in the morningon the journey of one hundred and sixty-five miles by mule cart to Silinda. 398 Life and Light [ September. ON THE LONG JOURNEY I felt very sorry to travel on Sunday, but this postcart (which carries themail bags the first hundred miles of the way) only goes once a week, andalways starts on you were inchurch May 10, I wasjolting over the rough,rutty road, behind sixmules, a colored driver,and Udau, native boy, andthe mail. This mailis carried in great, dirtybags made of sail of it is in leathersatchels, with the addi-tion of boxes and pack-ages of every description,varying from a bottle ofwhiskey done up in a boxto a dirty sack of nails just where I wanted to put my feet. On top of themail bags was a big, greasy sail (to spread right over the cart in caseof rain), a gun, and suit cases and small luggage belonging to another pas-senger and to me. As we went up the steep hills all these things camecrowding down upon us—so that it was difficult to keep in the cart at all,especially when the road was very stony and the jolts were particularly sun ca
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