. "God first" : or, Hester Needham's work in Sumatra : her letters and diaries . various homes. That night, atPansur-na-pitu, I had such an attack of weakness and faint-ness, that I did not believe I should have strength to goout of the house on my own feet; but, as usual, with thenext day came the needed strength, and when once out ofthe house and the link really broken, I felt that the worstwas now over, and was at rest, and have had unbrokenpeace and satisfaction from that moment; no more attacksor throbbings. Mr. Johannsen, on foot, and many otherswent with us half an hour on the way, and
. "God first" : or, Hester Needham's work in Sumatra : her letters and diaries . various homes. That night, atPansur-na-pitu, I had such an attack of weakness and faint-ness, that I did not believe I should have strength to goout of the house on my own feet; but, as usual, with thenext day came the needed strength, and when once out ofthe house and the link really broken, I felt that the worstwas now over, and was at rest, and have had unbrokenpeace and satisfaction from that moment; no more attacksor throbbings. Mr. Johannsen, on foot, and many otherswent with us half an hour on the way, and had a partingprayer before returning. That night w^e slept at Onankasang, where the teacherhad prepared everything, and found a warehouse for ourparty of twenty-six people, where we all ate together, andhad a meeting for the people of the place. Esther also spoke,and Martha prayed. Next day we came to day, after two hours march, we came to a villagewhere some old friends from Pansur-na-pitu lived. After ameeting in the village street (to which some Mohammedans. GRKAT MANDAILING 2IO HESTER NEEDHAM AND HER WORK also came), we went on to the deep river, perhaps theworst part of our whole journey. Two or three weeks agoit was so deep that a horse got beyond his depth and hadto swim, but since then God has been giving dry weather,so it was not so deep. There was a rickety, swingybamboo bridge for those who could go on foot, but thatdid not avail for me, so we went through the deep waters,eight men holding up my bed, and we found it true thatGod was with us. All went smoothly, only the legs of thebed got wet, and we were exactly four minutes strugglingwith the river. We had a prayer of thanksgiving on theother side, and reached Simangumban the same day. Next morning we were off again, and Mr. Stroetkerwanted us to go right through to Sipirok, as the halfwayplace was inhabited only by fanatical Mohammedans. Butit was too far for the children to walk, and it turned outsp
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