Missionary, Visitor, The (1907) . elt sad that Sahib didnot come to live at his house. Our boysall bring their wives home and we alllive together, and our girls go to thehouse of their mother-in-law and she be-comes their mother. , Then they say, What did you comefor? Will you go back to see yourmother again? She must have felt sadto see you come so far away. I tell them I hope to go sometime tosee my old home, but now this is ourhome. Some seem pleased, while thosewho are afraid we will teach people tobe Christians seem to feel uneasy aboutour wanting this to be home. They ask if Sahib beats
Missionary, Visitor, The (1907) . elt sad that Sahib didnot come to live at his house. Our boysall bring their wives home and we alllive together, and our girls go to thehouse of their mother-in-law and she be-comes their mother. , Then they say, What did you comefor? Will you go back to see yourmother again? She must have felt sadto see you come so far away. I tell them I hope to go sometime tosee my old home, but now this is ourhome. Some seem pleased, while thosewho are afraid we will teach people tobe Christians seem to feel uneasy aboutour wanting this to be home. They ask if Sahib beats me. When Itold one woman that he not only doesnot beat me, but does not scold , another woman said to her, Yes,it is because she has the big iron stoveand can get his dinner quickly. Itseems that they get whipped becausethey do not get the meals ready whenthe husband wants them. I have rubbed a womans neck andchest and arms with ointment and theblood seeped through in many placesfrom the bruises made by the kicks and 122. Some of Our Neighbor Girls. poundings of her husband. She livesacross the street and I have seen himkick and pound her worse than I eversaw a dog or horse beaten by an Amer-ican heathen. I asked her why he did itand she said, O his sister told him is our custom. They all do it. Shedid not seem to think much about itafter the bruises were healed. Theirhearts do not ache as a highly civilizedwomans heart would from such treat-ment. They are accustomed to it yousee. But sadder than all this is the hope-lessness of the death of these people. Last Saturday a man came for me tocome quickly to see his brothers wifewho was very sick and seemed insensiblesince early morning. I found her coldand unable to speak. I said, Go for thedoctor and let us heat water and bricksto warm her up. They heated waterand bricks, but would not go forthe doctor. I asked why, and the mansaid, It will cost a rupee, and perhapstwo of them. I said, What is a rupeecompared to he
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