The Pulaskian., 1915-10-01

W M donian cry to the Moravian
 missionaries among their race in Nicaraguan territory. Thanks prin- cipally to the selfdenial offerings of the Bluefields Moravian Sunday schools, it became possible in the spring of last year for two of us to visit every Miskito village of impor- tance in this neglected and dark part of Honduras, writes Rev. Theodore Reinke in the Christian Herald.
 Bidding farewell to civilization at the little town of Puerto Cabo Gracias a Dios, at the northeast corner of Nicaragua about thirty or thirty-tive miles of beac4 were traversed the first day Two days were spent in an ln- dian village at False Cape, where there is a small, wattled, leaf-thatched meet ing house, and where there are num- Der of Christians and candidates, all under the care of the missionary sta tioned at Cabo Gracias a Dios. We told these people our. errand and called for volunteers to accompany us. Ait CT several palavers, two men and three women were found willing to go. On their advice we adopted the plan of visiting the inland villages on our way west and touching at the coast villages on the return.
 All this country is fiat and scarcely above sea level A group of villages cluster about the mouth of the karuta river. which empties into the Carib- bean at False cape. From here it IS more than days travel up river to the next group of villages, called Laka We encamped the first night in a lit tie banana clearing, where the owner of our immense dugout canoe had thatched she'd On landing, few little monkeys were spied, and great was the delight among the natives when. one was shot, for their flesh IS prized In a short time the bare shed was magically transformed. While the women were busy baking and peeling green bananas, and boiling coffee around the fire, the rest were bringing in the great banana leaves for beds on the ground. Each member of the party had his own square cloth mosquito bar, which affords some privacy in addition to protection from bloodthirsty 1n- sects. These little shelters were quickly hung in row, and minia- ture white city was the result. The effect was quite striking in the light of the pitch pine torches, which f1ared fitfully as we read from the Miskito Testament stories from the life of Jesus.
 Live on Little Islands.
 The Laka villages are widely scat tered. To reach the first village of but five houses, we had to tramp for two hours and at last wade almost knee deep in mud and water. The people elect to live on little islands in the midst of these flats on account of their cattle, but in the dry season the water is so low that all their food supply, principally bananas, has to be carried by ponies CT women from the river side
 Our hosts showed us a great deal of kindness. We were given the freedom of the largest house and were provided with bananas, casava, eggs, fowl, ana cocoanuts. AS far as we could dis cover, these people had never come in contact with the Gospel; but they were glad to listen, and not only re- ceived us hospitably, but furnished us with horses and guides, and did all they could to help us on our way, with no thought of remuneration. They were far removed from traders as well as missionaries. The housewives were more industrious than their more civ ilized sisters farther south crude native loom stood against the wall, and samples of heavy cloth, or canvas, made from cotton which here grows on plants the size of trees, were in evidence. Hammocks made of cord spun from the inner bark of the mahoe tree were plentiful. The art of tanning leather and mak- ing moccasins is also known.
 A seaward village was made the next stopping place. An honest old man who was our host begged us to appeal to the English King for redress against