The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1882-04-07

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and SO we went up after him. We
sat down in the limbs of the tree
where temporary flooring of boards
and branches was laid across the
Arab tossed up some cushions and
reached up some coffee, we took some
bread out of our pockets and sat and
ate and chartered like so many gorillas
in their native woods. We took dinner
at Tarsus at the house of a Syrian,
the American consul very kind, hos
pitable man and as the sun was going
down we drove into the city of Adona
1t was city of 10000 inhabi-
tants, and l think they all came to
get a look at us. The children ran
behind the carriage shouting some
thing which we often heard afterward
and which Mr.. Lee interpreted to us.
1t was little snatch of song, which
the Mohammedans teach their children
to insult the missionaries with.
have translated it into poetry and
preserved the copyright. 1t runs,
Preacher, Preacher,
May the desert winds bleach yer
bones
One young vagabond / noticed was
running with bowl of something in
his hand. I asked Mr.. Lee if they
ever threw anything at the mission
aries.
eyes sometimes" he said.
The boy kept gaining on us and l
kept my eye on him getting more
suspicious and madden all the time, as
| began to think how that stuff would
feel going down the back of my neck,
l said to myself, now boy if you do
sling that stuff, gracious I'll get out
and wallop you, just as sure as preach
ing, if / am a minister of the gospel.
l couldn't endure the suspense any
longer, and SO l said, "Lucius what
has that fellow got in that bowl?"
He turned around and said he,
"Oh, that's sausage"
1t was the boys dinner, that he was
eating when we came along-he hadn't
time to finish it and couldn't leave it
SO he caught it up and ran after us
shouting and filling his face with it at
intervals.
Fortunately we arrived at Adana
just in time to find nearly all the
missionaries of that region assembled
together. They had come down from
Marash a few days before and were
about to part company for the winter,
going to their respective fields. Their
names are all familiar to many of you.
There was Mrs. Coffing, a good
motherly lady of perhaps SO years,
whose husband had been murdered
by a Mohammedan 20 years before,
but who has continued there never
theless and carried on her work with
undaunted heroism. There was Miss
Spencer, who is sustained in part by
the ladies Of our church. She had
recently returned from Germany,where
she had been sent in shattered health,
fully recovered, stronger and more
eager than ever before for the work.
There were Mr.. and Mrs. Christie
who had come down to spend the
winter in Adana, and Miss Brown and
Miss Tucker on their way to that
most difficult and farthest removed of
all the stations of that mission, Had
jim. If it was joyful experience for
us to find ourselves after so long a
voyage, once more among our own
countrymen real live Americans and
warm hearted, noble christian people.
You can imagine what a pleasure it
must have been to them who had been
SO long from home and where as one
of them remarked no American tour
ist had ever come before, certainly not
in the twenty years that he had been
there. They gave us supper and
then sat us down in corner and be-
gan to ask questions. They had
heard a rumor that Garfield was dead,
was that so? Then questions about
home, about the churches, about
friends, about everything, until they
got more information out of us than
we ever imagined that We contained,
and then we separated for the night.