The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1922-04-28
in THE MISSIONARY FIELD.
Mission House,
Hindupur, Anantapur, India.
Mar, 16, 1922.


Since l have taken you as far as
Karachi in my detailed letter, l feel
in duty bound to take you the rest of
the way to Hindupur, my new home.
Our stay in Karachi, or more proper
ly Kamari, suburb of Karachi, was
from Sunday morning until Tuesday
noon. The Lord gave us a gorgeous
sunrise that morning in welcome to
India and few of us were up in
time to see it.
We were too late for the morning
service, which is held at eight o'clock
but thought to get to evening service
so started out in search of meet
ing place. We found little hall
where they were singing Gospel songs
and after inquiry found it to be an
English service, SO we walked in.
They turned immedia tely to prayer
and then the preacher came toward
us with the collection plate in his
hand. But not for a collection, but
to inform us that we had been mis-
taken in the hour of service. The
meetings begun at $50 instead of
7.3O
We walked on nearly to Karachi,
about three miles, and found group
of heather worshippers. This place
was walled in on three sides and the
fourth side bordered on the water.
The "choir" was at the back sitting
cross-legged on the ground and pound
ing two sticks together, all the
while drolling out something in a
monotonous undertone. Off at one
side was another group sitting to-
hn Mi
IDENTIFY reading and explaining their
scriptures. At intervals some would
rise from the ground and go down
the long flight of stone steps to the
water front and going through a lot
of motions, wet their face with the
water. The significance of it we did
not know, for we did not discover
what religion theirs was.
While in Karachi, for few rupees,
we got an automobile to take us
about the city and to the geological
gardens. This city came the nearest
in appearance to the Eastern cities
of any we had seen with its modern
building and we'll paved streets.
Monday afternoon a few of us had
delightful sail in the harbor and end
ed up with an hour or two of fishing.
but | haven't any fish story to tell
here,
Thursday noon we landed in Bonn
bay and nearly everyone was fortu-
nate to have someone to meet them.
Although Miss Bishop of the Mission
airy Rest Home there had been asked
to meet me, she was unable to do so,
and the Lord raised up for me
friend in Christian Alliance mis-
sionary. who was there to meet Mr.
Rinbenberg, and he helped me
through the Customs, and with my
baggage transfer, railroad ticket,
etc. We went about Bombay quite a
bit and a fine large city it is, some
enormous buildings and we'll laid out
streets. But, oh, the beggars! On
every hand, and they almost refuse
gary about from place to place as we
shopped. Here one had to practise
the art of bargaining for everything
the bought, as the price is marked
much above what they really expect.
That night at 21.15 (9.15) I took
the train for Hindupur, having re-
ceived letter from Mr. Scott ad-
dressed to the boat, informing me of
the change in my location. Taking
the mail train, which is the fastest,
I reached Hindupur, a distance of
about 900 miles, Saturday morning at
four o'clock. On these trains they
have first, second and third class &C
commodation, and as second class
fare is only 81 rupees and II annas
(obout $500 and first class twice
that, | came second class. The cars
are all separated so the guard is
only seen at stations. The third class
is mostly given up to the natives,
but the second class is for both ma
tives and Europeans. They have no
dining cars, but at most of the sta
tions you can get toast, fruit and
tea and at the larger ones a full
meal.
There is much | could tell of the
train ride did time permit. One very
striking thing was the balanced rocks
that we could see on every hand as
we came farther inland. One re-
sembled an immense teapot with the
lid. about -fourths of the way
open. They look exactly as though
they had been dropped from heaven
here and there in big handfulls, so
separated from the land around do
they appear. I believe there is a
legend connected with these which
goes on to say that some king whose
wife had run away, took rock from
the Himalayas to Southern India to
build bridge for her recovery Il
presume to Ceylon) and these were
dropped on the way.
Well, arrived at Hindupur, 1 found
Mr. Upper, who has charge of the
station here, and Miss Duff to meet
me- She and l came back in the
bundi while Mr. Upper walked. The
Mission compound is about mile
from the station and just outside of
the village, so it really seems quite
countrylike here. The bungalow has
one long room through the center,
with four rooms opening off it, two
on each side, and wide porch on
the north and south sides. There is
hedge around the bungalow and at
the back is row of six or seven