Nathan Sites; an epic of the East . liedthe blows quick and strong for another half hour. We had a night of restful sleep. Next morning,our hosts urged us to stay over another day, orat any rate, to come to their town again, and beentertained in the same rooms. The road was long and rough. Arriving atOldfield City, the Chinese evangelists were ex-uberantly happy to be welcomed by Christianainto the neat little chapel; but the missionary wasall forspent. Early in the evening he lay down,but he could not sleep. So he got up and wentinto the service already commenced. I had not been able to sleep
Nathan Sites; an epic of the East . liedthe blows quick and strong for another half hour. We had a night of restful sleep. Next morning,our hosts urged us to stay over another day, orat any rate, to come to their town again, and beentertained in the same rooms. The road was long and rough. Arriving atOldfield City, the Chinese evangelists were ex-uberantly happy to be welcomed by Christianainto the neat little chapel; but the missionary wasall forspent. Early in the evening he lay down,but he could not sleep. So he got up and wentinto the service already commenced. I had not been able to sleep—says the Journal—because I was so fascinated with one partic-ular voice, the clear tenor voice of a boy. Hewould follow the tunes, even new ones, after oneverse had been sung. I tried to imagine thebeautiful boy I should see. But, alas! how hag-gard, how almost repelling! The sweet singeris the young brother of Mr. Diong, our first con-vert here, who was lately baptized at brother was apprenticed to learn a trade;. Our faitlifiil guide.
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