. Life and light for woman. eira I traveled by ship. Beira is quite a littletown at the mouth of the Buzi and the Pungwe Rivers. I think that ifyou should go there what would amuse and interest you most would be thefunny little trolleys in which everyone rides up and down the are pushed by native boys, on rails which are laid in the sand; andmost of them have hoods for protection from the tropical sun. Yousee almost no animals in Beira—even dogs are very scarce. What interested me most was the natives—crowds and crowds of nativemen and boys who have come to the town to seek for wo
. Life and light for woman. eira I traveled by ship. Beira is quite a littletown at the mouth of the Buzi and the Pungwe Rivers. I think that ifyou should go there what would amuse and interest you most would be thefunny little trolleys in which everyone rides up and down the are pushed by native boys, on rails which are laid in the sand; andmost of them have hoods for protection from the tropical sun. Yousee almost no animals in Beira—even dogs are very scarce. What interested me most was the natives—crowds and crowds of nativemen and boys who have come to the town to seek for work. Everywhereyou go you see them, sitting by the trolleys awaiting their masters; lying igi4\ On the Return Journey 397 full length face downwards asleep on the sand; working in gangs andcompanies, singing and shouting as they work; washing and ironing in theshade of a tree or a house ; streaming in and out of the drink shops, orsitting by the bar while they drink the vile adulterated wine which is theircurse and ARRIVING AT BEIRA My heart ached as I looked at them and remembered that, at present,there is no missionary at all in Beira to tell them of God and his love, andhis power to save them from sin and drink and destruction. I know thatyou will rejoice with us in the hope that, before many more months havepassed, Mr. Maxwell and Dr. Laurenz will have come to live in Beira forthis very purpose. From Beira I came by train through Portuguese Terri-tory to Umtali—the first railway station in Rhodesia. I think you will findthe name marked on the map, if you look for it. I reached Umtali atabout twelve oclock at night, Saturday night, so it was Sunday morningbefore I had finished getting my luggage through the British Customs had already gone through the Portuguese Customs House at Beira. Ispent a few hours at a hotel, and then started at six oclock in the morningon the journey of one hundred and sixty-five miles by mule cart to Silinda. 398 Life and Light
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