They, too, had been
missionaries in Calabar for many years, and now after a short vacation were
going back once more. All the way to Africa the friend talked about the
great work of winning souls for Jesus, especially the souls of the people
of Calabar.
At last the big steamship entered the mouth of the Calabar and Cross
Rivers. It was not far now to Duke Town. Soon Mary would learn what work
she should do. Would it be work she wanted to do? Would it be work in the
jungles? Mary would soon know.
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_On Her Own_
"Mary, how would you like to have a mission station of your own?" asked
Daddy Anderson.
"Why, I'd love it," answered Mary.
"It is hard work and very unpleasant at times," said Daddy Anderson.
"I don't care how hard or unpleasant it is," said Mary, "as long as I can
work for my Lord."
"Good, then you will be in charge of the Old Town Station, two miles up the
river."
It did not take Mary long to pack her things and move to Old Town. But what
a sight greeted her when she arrived! The first thing she saw as she came
into the village was a man's skull hanging from the end of a pole and
swinging slowly in the breeze.
"Where is the mission house?" asked Mary of one of the natives.
"Down that way at the end of the road, Ma," he answered.
Mary found the mission house. It was an old tumble-down shack.
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