A life for Africa : RevAdolphus Clemens Good, , American missionary in equatorial West Africa . FRICA and drawings; says he has an article in theprinters hands describing three new speciesand three hitherto undiscovered females. Iam still finding a few new things. February. One good sign is the numberof books sold. I sell Scriptures almost everyday, often to strangers. Sometimes menfrom down-river bringing food will buy twoor three books at a time, evidently for otherpeople. There must be from one to two hun-dred people learning to read on this rivernow. April. Last month took a trip of e
A life for Africa : RevAdolphus Clemens Good, , American missionary in equatorial West Africa . FRICA and drawings; says he has an article in theprinters hands describing three new speciesand three hitherto undiscovered females. Iam still finding a few new things. February. One good sign is the numberof books sold. I sell Scriptures almost everyday, often to strangers. Sometimes menfrom down-river bringing food will buy twoor three books at a time, evidently for otherpeople. There must be from one to two hun-dred people learning to read on this rivernow. April. Last month took a trip of eightdays down-river to Lake Avanga, on thesouth side of the Ogowe—a narrow lake run-ning inland ten miles and containing ten ortwelve towns of Nkamis, Akeles, and was the first missionary who ever visitedthem. Came home by way of the small all parts of our field I found a fairly en-couraging state of affairs. In one respect this was the worst trip Iever made. I thought I knew about mosqui-toes before, but all I have ever seen is nothingto that trip. At Asyuka, where I slept two. o H ooo u I—I H I—-t D^W HU <! u o LIFE AND SOLITUDE ON THE 0G01VE 111 nights, after dark it was impossible to left my supper half eaten and fled to thestreet, where I walked till bedtime. Thethickest clothes seemed no protection. If Isat down for a moment near a lamp, literallyhundreds would be biting me. When Istirred them up, it was not mosquitoes I saw,but a swarm like bees. One night at Longwethey got into my net. I fought them till Iwas tired, then fell asleep and let them goahead. If I did not find two hundred mos-quitoes full of blood in that net, then I can-not guess. Even by day, if I walked in thebush and stopped a moment, my legs wouldbe covered. The people say the great quan-tity of ohhos that have gone to waste in thebush this year is the cause of their numerous-ness. The big question now is, what to do withthese crowded communions. The strain onthe nerves of
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