This
made her feel sick. She knew that this war would not only bring suffering,
horror, and death to many of her dear friends, but it would also hinder the
work in Calabar.
Several months went by. The mail came. Mary opened the newspaper. There
she read the headlines: Russia declares war! France declares war! England
declares war! Mary fainted. The trouble and excitement were too much for
her. For two weeks more she carried on her work but it was too much for
her. She became weaker and weaker. On Sunday, January 10, 1915, she held
her usual church service. After the church meeting she fainted.
Dr. Robertson arrived from the Slessor Hospital at Itu. He was able to
bring her to, but on January 12 she found it almost impossible to talk.
Her last words were a prayer in the African language called Efik.
"O Abasi, sana mi yok," said Mary. "O God, release me!"
Janie, the first twin Mary had saved, was now a beautiful black woman. She
and other children Mary had saved and adopted were watching beside Mary's
bed through the night. A rooster crowed.
"Day must be dawning," said one of the girls.
Day was dawning for Mary, God's eternal day. She slipped away from the
earth to be with her Saviour in Heaven.
"Our Mother is dead, and we shall be slaves now that our Mother is dead,"
cried the natives. The news that the white Ma was dead spread
rapidly.
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