Nathan Sites; an epic of the East . , large and small, where there wereno Christians and no knowledge of the purposefor which missionaries had come to China. I feltsure that to get into such work was an opportunityin which Mr. Sites would rejoice. But down inmy heart I felt confident our Superintendentwould not ask us to go, for had we not just comeinto possession of our first wee baby? And didnot croup and measles and sore eyes and scarletfever, and all those cruel ailments, wait in Chi-nese villages to lay hold on babies? No physicianwould be within call, and there would be no meansof commun
Nathan Sites; an epic of the East . , large and small, where there wereno Christians and no knowledge of the purposefor which missionaries had come to China. I feltsure that to get into such work was an opportunityin which Mr. Sites would rejoice. But down inmy heart I felt confident our Superintendentwould not ask us to go, for had we not just comeinto possession of our first wee baby? And didnot croup and measles and sore eyes and scarletfever, and all those cruel ailments, wait in Chi-nese villages to lay hold on babies? No physicianwould be within call, and there would be no meansof communication with Foochow except by a Chi-nese rowboat on the Min, or a special messengersent on foot the long twelve miles. No, surelywe would not be sent! But the appointment did fall to Mr. Sites; andwith the courage of youth and inexperiencemingled with some dread, we started up river onthe favoring tide, for our new home and newundertaking. A printed item from the mission Superintend-ents letter of that time said, Mr. Sites expects. p^ J3 AN OUTPOST: THE FIRST SKIRMISH 37 to start to Oxvale with his family, on is admirably qualified for his new field ofusefulness, and they go with cheerful enterprise indicates real progress in thework of evangelizing China, and if successful willbe the initiation of similar movements elsewhere. The little village stood three miles back fromour landing point on the Min. A crowd quicklyassembled as we came ashore—to welcome us,shall I say? No; to see the rare sight, a foreignwoman with her little white baby. The crowd increased, encircled us, becamedense. All too soon to satisfy their curiosity,my husband hurried Baby and me into a sedanchair, the coolies picked it up, and we werewhisked off over the main highway, a beatenpath one foot wide, which wound about betweensmall, garden-patch rice fields. It was just afterthe season of planting and the green blades wereup a few inches out of the deep mud, and inun-dated with fl
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