The 28th of this month was such a day as the mission had never seen
before. In the forenoon, the teacher from Charbash fled wounded from
the servants of Mar Shimon to the mission premises. Scarcely had he
entered, when his brother came in, having escaped from similar
violence. The Moslem owner of the village had to put a stop to the
tearing down of their house.
Miss Fiske and Miss Rice had just sat down to dinner with the
school, when the cry, "A man is killed!" was followed by a rush from
all parts of the yard. A mob at the gate was trying to break in and
seize the native helpers. Mar Yohanan was wounded, and all was
confusion. The teachers exhorted their little flock not to count
their lives dear to them, for Jesus' sake. Happily, they were not
called to such a test of discipleship; but the sympathies of the
Moslems were plainly with Mar Shimon, and no one knew what a day
might bring forth. That tried friend of the mission, E.W. Stevens,
Esq., English consul at Tabreez, feared lest the missionaries should
fall by the hand of violence. Miss Fiske writes, "Our native friends
will doubtless suffer much, and we rejoice to share with them.
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