The Spirit of missions . A QUESTION OF PROFITS By the Reverend A, H, Mellen. IT was a small river on the Isthmus ofTehuantepec in southern long canoe just like KobinsonCrusoes, cut from a log, was mov-ing away from the steep, grass-coveredbank. There was a little canopy over thecanoe large enough to protect one pas-senger from sun and rain. The planta-tion doctor had come to say farewell,and just as the missionary peeped overthe little roof, the doctors camera openedits eye for a look, and the result is that^our eyes are looking at the very samescene on this page. That was at ten oclo
The Spirit of missions . A QUESTION OF PROFITS By the Reverend A, H, Mellen. IT was a small river on the Isthmus ofTehuantepec in southern long canoe just like KobinsonCrusoes, cut from a log, was mov-ing away from the steep, grass-coveredbank. There was a little canopy over thecanoe large enough to protect one pas-senger from sun and rain. The planta-tion doctor had come to say farewell,and just as the missionary peeped overthe little roof, the doctors camera openedits eye for a look, and the result is that^our eyes are looking at the very samescene on this page. That was at ten oclock in the morn-ing, and all day long the barefooted In-dian boys pushed on against the swiftJurrentof the river. Going to the bow theyJTOuld let the long poles slip through their hands until the bottom was found, giveone strong, twisting push as they facedabout, and then, leaning heavily againstthe poles, would trot half the length ofthe boat, returning quickly to the bowagain, while the steersman kept them inthe shallow water near the shore. Westopped for lunch at a grea
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