The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1910-10-20
IN EASTERN LANDS.
"A Day in Darraganj" by Miss Alice
E. Wishart Missionary
in India.

on the Ganges, where our faith
full assistant missionary, Miss
Eda Roderlck, holds the fort,
with one Bible woman, and an
unbaptized Christian servant, who
seems to have a real missionary
spirit. Indeed, Darraganl might
well be called a hshlng-s station
for souls, as every now and again
Miss Roderlck sends IN a new
catch, in the way of women or
children. While we have had
work here for many years, not
only two years ago did we have
a resident missionary to give all
her time to perhaps the greatest
stronghold of idolatry In Allaha-
bad. Here live scores of priests
and pragwats, who reap harvest
of CONS from the thousands who
come to bathe and do puja (wor.
ship year by year at the great
Magh Mela.
Early one morning, taking three
OF our faithful Bible women, with
thousands cf tracts, Gospels and
by mn books. | drove down to the
special bathing place, where we
distributed or sold them to the
throng of pilgrims coming and
going. About eleven o'clock, the
intense glare of the sun on the
sands became unbearable, and
the Bible women had to return
home, while 1 went on to "the
church In Darraganj," as we
sometimes call 1t.
The house IS typical Oriental
one, modest as to size, with a
tiny terrace and court open to
the sky, and best of all, fat
roof from which the Ganges,
with beautiful green mustard
fields beyond, can be seen. Me-
hesh, the man of all work, served
us an Indian breakfast, in the
tiny low celled dining room, and
after a rest, we went to visit the
Zenanas of two Hindu doctors,
where we heard the lessons of
five bright, interesting young
girls, two of whom were widows.
When at last it grew too dark to
read Hindu type, upside down,
we returned to spend a delight,
full hour or more on the house.
top, watching the brilliant Indian
sunset and after glow, which
looked so like sheets and waves
of crimson flame, yelled in deli.
cate green gauze mist. Present.
ly S., the latest new convert of
Miss Roderlck, came up to re
mind us that 1t was prayer time;
when we descended from the
heavenlies.
Barring Miss E. and myself,
the scene might have been a du
plicate picture of a small band
of early Christians. The little
upper room, dimly lighted, show
ed two figures dreped IN sarls,
and another white. tur baned one
! seated cross legged on the floor.
Evening prayers are IN Urdu,
and after singing "Onward Chris
tian Soldiers" )" IN which all joined
, heartily, we read from the Word,
and kneeling together, the only
band that worshipped the One
True God and Jesus Christ His
Son. IN the heathen stronghold,
so far as we know, we asked that
t this house might indeed shine as
t a light in dark place, and as 8
: result, many souls might accept
} Jesus the true Light. After
some pleasant conversation about
J the work, and things of the Spir
: it, we all retired, but not all tt
rest; as native city, while it may
} seem asleep during the day, usu
ally wakens in the evening and IL
, very lively tar into the night
r Darragapj was no exception tina
night. Far on unlil the small
: hours, could be heard merry
Q makers and beggars on the stree
. below; quarreIing and high pitch
; ed, excited conversations from
nearby houses, and from the dis
4 tance songs and revelllng to the
!, accompaniment Of drums snt
cymbais. N
!. This seemed scarcely TO hav'