The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1919-01-02

Sunderbie called inside and asked if We
could come in. They said yes, and we
stopped and went in 1t was SO dark
within that for a little while it was hare
to see what all was in there. But pres
emily we saw the fami1y-which was d
big one. Over in one corner a big lazy
man got up and tucked his dhoter about
him (the dhoter is about four yards Of
cloth which the men wear instead of
trousers). And then he doubled up a
heavy pad of bedding and gave us the
straw mat to sit on, which had been
under his bedding. Goldie and I sat
down Hindu style on the mating. while
Sunderbie sat on the floor. Not far
from us sat the woman OH the floor
with her sardee wrapped about her lit
tie boy, about a year old. He was so
hidden under her sardee that we would
hardly have known he was there had
he not moved and stuck his head out
now and then. And then there were
a lot of older children perched around
on the floor. Sunderbie gave each of
them a S. S. card, and they were glad
to get it for they so seldom ever have
anything nice. Then to our left and be-
hind us were some men and large boys,
back there with the oxen and chickens.
Just at MY left hand a small fire was
burning right out on the floor. While
they were singing a couple other men
came III and sat down and lighted their
"nativey cigarette (Which are made out
of leaves off of trees from the Goals of
that fire.. This time Sunderbie rave a
long story about the Prodigal Son and
| know she said some things about their
heather gods because I heard their
It looked to me as though it,
was very Interesting and l did wish that
I could understand.
And then we went to another hut.
we saw about the same things as
before. I noticed their beds in this hut.
They are wooden bedsteads and have
strung in and out for the strings.
Old ragged cloths are thrown on them
here the people slept. [ certainly
m thankful for my nice soft, clean,
bed with its m%isquito-net all tuck
I'd around me |
In this home was a woman that Goldie
old me has asked to become a Chris
ian, but she would have to leave her
yillage and her caste to be a Christian
md come over here to the Mission Com
'ound. And there is no room over here
or her and no work to give her, and so
he stays there. I do think it is such
shame that our missions are not
trong enough yet to care for all such
But we are praying that IT will
DON Become stronger and that we shall ;
tie room and the place for all
UGH.
The next time we went over into an {
village, which was just over in '
ide an Enclosure fenced in by these /
ticky cacti. There were perhaps a f
alf dozen huts inside this enclosure. I
Iere we saw the ITCH. Oh those poor I
they were just covered with itch. {
We just felt as though we should have q
the dispensary along and pIas- S
cred these people with salve. t
The first hut we went to. we sat down
n the narrow platform about the hut T
nder the caves and under the tiny porch. t
he woman was busy putting those f
cigarette" leaves together into little I
undles for sale. About her were four t
r five children and they were so itchy r
lat they were in misery. There was h
ne little girl especially that I noticed. t
he was about three or four years old, y
nd she just scratched and cried. Her
hole face was one of misery. Her hair a
God on her head in every direction of t.
lie compass. On her elbows I saw v
here the pus of the itch was oozing ii
it. The poor poor little thing. If she
ould have been put in a good bath and b
,vered with iodine and salve, she might f
ave some hope of getting rid of that h
eli. The father sat there too, and he s.
SO had the itch. And he held the lit k
e baby and its little feet were festered h
o you wonder that we just long that I
e might do something for these ignor le
it suffering people. We are trying il
help, but our efforts seem SO small,
II there are thousands about lis that al
led to be taught how to live. We do 81
joice for those that have accepted Il
hr%istianity and who are living like we Ii
Ell they should. Oh there is such a h
ference between their homes and II
csc heather homes. |
Then on our way to the village school, h
e stopped at another home, and We sat d
the outside while the household sat W
the inside, but we were glad that m
ey would listen. .Sunderbie told al W