"You must build a church large enough to take care of all who come to hear
God's Word. Okoyong now looks to you who have accepted Christ as your
Saviour and who have joined the church for proof of the power of the
Gospel, more than it looks to me. I am very happy over all that has been
done these past fifteen years, but it is God who did it. To Him belongs all
the glory. Mission houses, schools, and a church have been built. Wicked
heathen customs have been stopped. Chiefs have quit fighting, and women are
much better off than they were when I came. Let us praise God for this and
let us go on and do greater things. The Lord will help us and will bless
our work."
Mary was happy the way the work was going, but she was not satisfied. She
wanted to go to other places.
"This cannibal land of deep darkness with woods of spooky mystery is like a
magnet," said Mary Slessor. "It draws me on and on."
"Where is this country where you want to work?" asked Miss Wright, one of
the teachers at the Girls' Institute at Calabar.
"It lies to the west of the Cross River. It stretches for miles and miles
toward the Niger River."
"Haven't any missionaries been there?"
"None have gone into the forest. Missionaries and traders have gone along
the edge of it when they went up the Cross River."
"What tribes live in this dark and mysterious country?" asked Miss Wright.
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