At last it was time for Mary to go back to Old Town. The king and the
people were sorry to see her go. On her homeward way a tropical storm
struck the canoe and the people in it. Mary was soaked. The next morning
she was shaking with sickness and fever. The rowers feared their white Ma
would die. They rowed as fast as they could for Old Town. Mary was so sick
that she had to take a long rest.
A few months later a big storm tore off the roof of her house and again she
was soaked as she worked to save the children. Again she became very sick.
"You must go home to Scotland," said Daddy Anderson. "You must go home and
rest and get well."
"Since you tell me to do that and the Board has ordered it, too, I can only
obey," said Mary. "I am going to take my little black Janie with me. It is
too dangerous to leave her here where some of the heathen might steal her
and kill her because she is a twin."
With a heart that was sad at leaving Calabar, but glad to have a chance to
see her dear ones in Scotland again, Mary sailed for Dundee in April, 1883.
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_Into the Jungle_
"Oh, Mary, it is good to see you again," said Mother Slessor when Mary
arrived once more in Scotland. "And this is little Janie about whom you
have written us so often! We are happy to have you with us, Janie."
"I am glad to be home, Mother," said Mary, "but I am anxious to go back to
Africa as soon as I can.
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