The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-29
An American Woman Arbitrator Among the Car'ibas

kept their presence of mind and yelled ont medicine ladv.a and the natives be- came less threatening Then the chief advanced showing a terribly swollen faee' and asked If she would cure him. Mrs. RohY peered into the depths of the black mans mouth and found there a enm boil which she skillfully lanced. and the chief immediately became all smiles. At another village an Liberated knee was presented to her by it's owner who was scornfully sceptic of her pow CTS but she proved quite equal to the occasion and healed it for him.
 My fame as a doctor spread before me from village to village she sald' and the natives began to look upon me as a kind of amateur providence. aAe to settle all their difficulties for theaa, of whatever kind Thus in the village of Diokapunda I found war impending. the chief of the tribe who inhablteh il and who praeueed eannihahsm of and on. having stolen a woman rom n neighnorng villaee Arriving at this critical moment. I advised them both to submit to arbitration. They agreed and appointed me arbitrator. heard the arguments on both sides, and then de- eided that the woman should be returned. with three women slaves as costs, anu that the other side, whose chief, It ap- peared. had bagged p goats-should hand oyer two men slaves This judgment con- meuded itself 10 both parties, who sig nined their satisfaction by placing ashe on their heads and swearing to be my slaves forever
 illness was my biggest danger' she went on "Gn a country like that one ought to take quinine every day; in fact, people who live there have it all ways on the table. But sometimes was too dead tired at the end of the day to do more than have a cup or tea and fall into bed. I had some terri be bouts of fever and one of them gave me this pointing to a broad sweep of white hair over her left temple; when | was unconscious I banged my head against a table. and it killed the roots of the hair. At another time. when 1 was delriuus. | tried to throw myself into the fire and my boy had to tie me to my chair But the worst time | had was the attack of black water lever which I got nearly at the end or my journey We were right out in the bush. aud | had no one to look after me | got gradually worse, and on July b. my temperature was l06.'
 Here Mrs Roby crossed the room and fetched Il small morocco bound diary. She opened it at July !. and showed some pretty shal<y writing On July G. stragggIing all across the page In very faint pencil. were the words: "kyembe Makula Temp. 106.2 Think I shall peg out,s The page devoted to July T. the following day. is if anything more elo- quent still. for it is n blank.
 "T was unconscious all that day said Mrs Roby "but gradually got q little better after. l was frightfully weak. of course and my boys had to carry me in d chair for a long way. I man aged to limp into Elizabethville at the end of my journey-with a temperature of over 100 degrees-and lay there very i'll for many days. In fact, l haven't recovered from that attack yet.
 "The whole return trip took me nins months, and towards the end of it | made several wide detours because 1 heard that the natives had rebelled and were being cruelty massacred I found them in revolt it is true, but they were fighting among themselves, and I saw no single instance of cruelty or op- pression all the way. A certain amount of starvation there must always be in these hot countries The rains fall. there are no crops. and they starve but then they do that in India. too. But as q general rule I found the natives happy, prosperous and contented. Quite often. found them dancing, and oppressed people don't dance