. Under the crescent, and among the kraals; a study of Methodism in Africa. , does not stalkthrough the windowless walls of native , then, Moslem babies come intothe world most pitifully equipped. Infantmortality in Algeria alone climbs up to sixtyper cent, while Morocco confesses to seventy-five per cent. A legion of ills which breed inthe lack of all hygienic provisions in the homeconditions is ever ready to pounce upon thelittle mites of humanity, and epidemics amongthem are frequent and to a great extent medical missionary states what is toohorribly true in most
. Under the crescent, and among the kraals; a study of Methodism in Africa. , does not stalkthrough the windowless walls of native , then, Moslem babies come intothe world most pitifully equipped. Infantmortality in Algeria alone climbs up to sixtyper cent, while Morocco confesses to seventy-five per cent. A legion of ills which breed inthe lack of all hygienic provisions in the homeconditions is ever ready to pounce upon thelittle mites of humanity, and epidemics amongthem are frequent and to a great extent medical missionary states what is toohorribly true in most Moslem communitieswhen he says: The children die like weaklings all perish and only the hardysurvive. Missionaries in Algiers and Tunisaffirm that the children among whom they workare, with very few exceptions, tainted withunspeakable diseases. Another, writing fromMorocco, says: Immorality and frequencyof divorce, with a total lack of hygiene com-bined with superstitious practices, have sappedthe brains and constitutions of over eighty percent of the AND AMONG THE KRAALS 133 With the heartbreaking sight of little sickchildren ever in their eyes, and before lovelyLes Aiglons up on the hill came into thepossession of the Womans Foreign MissionarySociety, Miss Smith and Miss Welch took acottage down by the blue sea. Here, out ofthe stifling heat and filth of the native townin Algiers, were gathered little, pale, ailing,hungry Moslem maids. First they came trem-blingly. Then they went back to their ownpeople again, this time wide-eyed with thevery wonder of it all, to tell of more thanenough to eat, clean white nighties, and songsabout some wonderful being called Jesus whowould never leave them, and would take themafter awhile safe home to heaven. Paradise,they called our home, writes the missionary,and the garden of the Lord Jesus. More thanone little child asked when they would see theLord walking in his garden, not realizing thatthey met him often as we kne
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