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sketch of these tents is here presented. The women there were
frequent visitors, and few went away without some idea of the truth
as it is in Jesus. The pious natives were unwearied in labor, and
sometimes woke the missionaries in the morning with prayer for the
people round about them. On the Sabbath, there was preaching in as
many as five different villages, and after morning service in
Memikan, the women came to the tents to receive more particular
instruction from their own sex. In the evening, a mother who had
buried her son in February--then a very promising member of the
Seminary at Seir[1]--brought her youngest daughter, about six years
of age, saying, "We give her to you in the place of Guwergis. He has
gone to a blessed place. You led him there. We thank you, and now
intrust to you our little daughter." Eshoo, the father, spoke of his
departed son with much feeling, but most sweet submission. He said
to Miss Fiske, as the big tears glistened in the moonlight, "I shall
not be here long. I shall soon rejoin him. My hope in Jesus grows
stronger every day." The death of that dear son was not only a great
spiritual blessing to him, but the mere mention of his name at once
secured the attention of the villagers to any thing the missionaries
had to say about his Saviour.
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