They were delighted to think of my going where
no missionary lady had ever been, and said, 'We will do all we can
for the girls, and we will pray for you, if you will only go and try
to do those poor women good.' It was hardly two o'clock before we
were on horseback. Marbeeshoo is about fifty miles from us, and in
Turkey. Two years ago it was said 'no lady should try to go there,'
but brother Stocking thought not so now; and I was willing to follow
where he led, especially as a former pupil had recently settled
there. We must be out over night, but we thought best not to spend
it in a tent, on account of the cold. Near sunset we came to Mawana,
a village of mud huts. We went to the house of the head man, who
joyfully welcomed us to his house. It consisted of a single low
room, inhabited by at least a score of men, women, and children.
They came in one by one, but already the hens had found their
resting place, evidently no strangers there. Several lambs had been
brought into their corner, and three or four calves, each had his
couch of grass. Our horses had been arranged for the night on the
other side of a partition wall, some three feet high.
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