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The Little History of the U.M.C.A. 



Illustrated by LILIAN BELL. 

London : 

Office of the Universities' Mission to Central Africa, 

9, dartmouth street, westminster. s.w. 





The Author of the following Little History is anxious to acknowledge 
the debt she owes to Miss Anderson-Morshead, from whose " History of 
the U.M.C.A-" much of the present information is derived. 

It was the perusal of this popular book, now far advanced in its 
second edition, which made it seem both desirable and possible to pro- 
duce a History in a form more suited to younger readers, which should 
not only instruct those members of the Coral League and others already 
interested and already helping their little African brothers and sisters, 
but should also open the minds of some to whom the Dark Continent is 
still an unexplored region, and rouse in them a desire to follow in the 
footprints of the great missionary heroes here presented to us. 

The Author takes this opportunity of thanking those missionaries 
who have so kindly responded to her appeal and furnished her with 
stories and descriptions straight from the Field itself 

G. A. T. F. 


Bishop Mackenzie 

Chapter II. 

Bishop Tozer ... 
Chapter III. 

Bishop Steere 

Chapter IV. 

Bishop Smythies 

Chapter V. 

Bishop Richardson and Bishop Hine 

Chapter VI. 

A Last Loolc ... 

List of Illustrations. 

Christ Church, Zanzibar — Fronlispiei 

A Slave Caravan 


A Lonely Grave ... 


Shangani Point, Zanzibar 

A Zanzibar Arab 

An Arab Dhow ... 

Slaves released ... 


Starved and tired OQt 



The Girls' School, Mbweni 

"The Lion was face to face with him 

A Native Deacon 

A Locust 

The Church and School at Kologwe 

The s.s. Chauncy Maples 

Three little Maids from School 

A Water Carrier 

In ihe Hospital ... 

The Mission Baby 

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" Lives of great men all remind us 
We may make our lives sublime, 
And depariing leave behind us 
Footprints in the sands of time." 

is about great men that I want to tell 
you, great men who have left their foot- 
prints in the sands of Africa, where you 
and I may follow them, if not with our 
bodies, at least with our hearts and minds 
and with our prayers. 

The first great man I want to tell you 
about i.s Charles Mackenzie. He was, 
as perhaps you will guess by his name, 

. a Scotchman and spent his early life in 

Edinburgh. No one thought him a'very 
clever boy, but he was good at mathematics, and was very steady and 
thoughtful, which really is quite as good as being clever. He was very 
humble, and did not do things because he thought he could do them 
better than others, but because he felt if he did not do them no one 
else would. Just think that out, and you will see he was not always 

2 Bishop Mackenzie. 

doing pleasant, nice things, if that was his motto, but dull, troublesome, 
difficult things. He went to the University of Cambridge, and in time 
became a Fellow, but his great wish was to be a clergyman, and for 
this he worked very hard, not only by studying, but by trying to help 
others and to be unselfish. 

It was not long after he had been ordained priest that a great desire 
came over him to be a missionary. He did not offer at once, however, 
as his friends persuaded him not to do so, but after a little while he re- 
ceived a proposal from the Bishop of Natal to go out there as Arch- 
deacon. Though in a foreign land, it was some time before he had 
real missionary work to do. He was put in charge of Durban, on the 
East Coast of Africa, and found a large number of English people there, 
and English people who were not very easy to deal with. However, 
by gentleness and firmness he gradually made friends with them, and, 
meanwhile, succeeded in starting a little work among the Kaffirs outside 
Durban. All the time that he had so many troubles and difficulties 
with his congregation, he wrote home cheerfully and, even at the worst, 
said, " God had answered his prayer, which used to be for pain and 
annoyance, if He thought it wise." 

But a great change was coming in his life. About this time Living- 
stone, the explorer, came home to England to tell of his discoveries in 
Africa, and, not only was his mind full of new mountains and lakes, but 
his heart was full of new peoples, slaves, heathen^— yet brethren ; sons 
of the same Father and made by the same Creator as himself. He 
spoke strongly and earnestly at the Universities of Oxford and ' Cam- 
bridge, and made the people who heard him long to help. These were 
some of the words he used : — " I go back to Africa to try and make an 
open path for commerce and Christianity. Do you carry out the work I 
have begun. I leave it with you." 

Bishop Mackenzie. 3 

Hardly had a plan been formed among these and other Universities 
when Bishop Gray, of Cape Town, came to England, full, too, of a desire 
to teach the people in Africa, and, though he had meant to set to work 
in rather a different way from that now proposed, he was willing enough 
to give up his own ideas and help forward other people's. A mission 
was to be formed of at least six men with a Bishop, if possible, at 
their head, and they were to settle in Africa in the place that Living- 
stone should arrange. 

Now the question arose — Who would take charge of this party? 
and, at this very time, Mackenzie came back to England. He seemed 
the right man. He was asked, consented, spent the rest of his stay in 
England in preaching and speaking about the Mission, and in a year's 
time was back at the Cape. 

On January ist, 1861, he was consecrated Bishop in Cape Town, 
and later the first band of the Universities' Mission to Central Africa 
sailed out for their work. 

Now, please, will you get our your maps of Africa, and we will see 
where this party went 

Do you think it strange that when they wanted to go to the centre 
of Africa they should start from the Cape in a boat? It seems so, at 
first, I admit, but you must remember this was forty years ago, and there 
were not so many roads as there are now, so the best plan was to do 
all they could by water. Along the East Coast they went till they got 
to the mouth of the Rovuma, where they found Dr. Livingstone ready 
to take them up the river in his own vessel, the " Pioneer," and 
thus, as they hoped, to Lake Nyasa. Ah ! if they had only had a map 
like yours they would have known the Rovuma would never take them 
to Lake Nyasa. But maps are not made by magic, and many lives are 

4 Bishop Mackenzie. 

often spent in making them. Your atlas is a very precious thing ; mind 
you value it. 

Well, back they came, after going about twenty miles in vain, and 
this time went up the Zambesi till they reached its tributary the Shire, 
and a settlement belonging to a Chief called Chibisa. This was 
about six months after they had started from the Cape. Perhaps some 
of you have been on a steamer on a river and thought it great fun, 
especially if you slept the night on the boat ; but I think you would get 
tired of a six months* journey, and will agree with me that it is not much 
fun when the vessel is always getting on to a sand bank and must be 
shoved off again, and when, from time to time, you must land and cut 
wood for your engine fire — ^to say nothing of mosquitoes and attacks of 
fever and danger from the wild tribes on the banks. But all were happy 
and good-humoured, and no work was too rough for the Bishop, who 
gaily took his turn at everything. Once landed, a few of the party were 
left to build huts by the shore, while the others, including the Bishop, 
with Dr. Livingstone leading them, set out on foot to find a more 
healthy place to plant the Mission. 

And now came the first start of actual mission work. 

The men were settled in camp one evening, and the Bishop him- 
self had gone to the river to bathe, when, winding slowly along, came 
a slave caravan. Poor, starved wretches, fastened to one another by 
yokes or chains, tired to death, were being driven along by cruel men 
armed with guns and great whips. The whole party was filled with 
pity and indignation. It was but the work of a few minutes to disarm 
the six slavers and set the poor fellows free, so that, when Bishop Mac- 
kenzie returned, he found a group of slaves sitting round the camp-fire, 
too bewildered to cook or eat. The poor things were asked .if they 
would rather stay or go home, and managed to explain that their homes 

winding slowly alon;. came a Slave Caravan. 

6 Bishop Mackenzie. 

were burnt, so it was decided to add them to the party, and Dr. Living- 
stone handed them over to the Bishop to be the first beginnings of the 

By the end of July a place called Magomero was reached, and, 
though not very suitable, it was thought that in some ways it would 
be well to settle here. 

The Chief, who owned the village, had heard how the party had 
more than once rescued slaves, and was willing to sell half of it to 
them for £i, if they would stay. Dr. Livingstone himself went forward 
on his explorations, and work began in earnest. 

First everyone had to build himself a hut, and Bishop Mackenzie, 
as usual, set the example. He declared his should be the neatest and 
best of them all, and, indeed, it was beautifully round and accurately 
made, but, unluckily, he forgot to put any opening, so that after all it 
had to have some alterations ! 

The Missionaries set to work to learn the language. They could 
not, for some time, teach much about God for fear they might make mis- 
takes and mislead the people, but they soon began to show what was 
meant by truth, honesty, and obedience. One day news was brought 
that a village where the Bishop had once slept had been burnt by a 
tribe called the Ajawa, and the Chief begged the English to come and 
help them. 

" Where are we to meet ? " said the Bishop. 

" At the Chiefs village." 

"What village?" 

" The village where you slept." 

" It is not burned, then ? " 

Bishop Mackenzie. 

" No." 

" Did you lie when you said it was burned? " 
" I did lie," said the Chief, grinning, 
" If a dc^ could do as you have done I should kick it," 
Bishop, " I cannot speak to you any more to-day," 


Another day they found all the people shelling peas, which turned out 
to have been stolen. Some of them laughed when they were scolded, but 
the Bishop first paid for the peas and then gave them to the goats, 
saying that he would send away anyone who stole again. 

Every morning one of ihe Missionaries, Mr. Scudaroore, used to 
drill the boys and make them march in step, and do one or two simple 


8 Bishop Mackenzie. 

exercises, and, at the end, plunge into the river. They did not Hke 
this at all at first, but soon learnt it was best to do as they were told, 
and not argue. 

A great difficulty arose at this time about helping oppressed tribes 
against the slave-raiders. When in Cape Town it had been agreed 
that the Missionaries should not fight to defend themselves, even if 
their own flock turned against them ; but the question now was whether 
they ought not to defend the oppressed, and they found that the natives 
quite expected they would do so, after the way they had already freed 
the slaves. So it came about that, much ^against their will, they were 
led into two other fights, in both of which they were successful, and in 
neither of which did the Bishop himself fire a single shot, though once he 
nearly lost his life by bravely walking in between the two parties and 
trying to make peace. 

These fights brought more slaves into the camp, till the numbers 
to be fed and taught rose to over two hundred, and all the missionary 
band had as much as, or more than, they could do. 

You may well guess how glad* they were to hear that men, and 
stores too, were coming out from England, and that the ladies, who 
had been left at the Cape, were also to join them, for the;e was a 
great deal of work to be done among the women. 

First came Mr. Burrup, who had pushed up in a canoe ahead of the 
others in a marvellously short time, and had escaped fever in such a 
wonderful way that both he and Mackenzie began to think very lightly 
of the dangers from this dreadful African enemy. This very careless- 
ness was, humanly speaking, the cause of their death. 

■> ■ • ■ 

It was arranged that the ladies of the party and Dr. Livingstone 
should be met at the Isle of Malo, where the Ruo River runs into the 

Bishop Mackenzie. 9 

Shire. The journey was long by water, and they first tried to find a 
shorter one by land, but this was quite unsuccessful, and, after some 
waste of time and strength. Bishop Mackenzie returned and started with 
Mr. Burrup down the Shir6. After many difficulties they reached the 
island, but, on the way, one of the 
canoes had been upset and. in their 
efforts to save their goods, the 
Bishop and Mr. Burrup both got 
soaked through and were attacked 
by fever. The quinine had been 
lost in the accident and, though the 
three natives of the party were as 
kind as possible, on January ist, 
1862, the first Bishop of the Uni- 
versities' Mission died, to be buried 
on the banks of the river by his 
poor sick friend who got home to 
Magomero only to die himseE 
Mrs. Burrup and Miss Mackenzie 
arrived at Chibisa's just in time to 
hear the sad news, and were taken 
back to the Cape, Miss Mackenzie 
herself being too ill to know what 
A lonely Qr.vt. 'i^d happened. 

At first sight it seems sad that one so noble and so full of work 
should die after but one year in the country he went to conquer for 
God. We cannot understand God's ways, but no good life is ever 

You have heard the saying, " The blood of the Martyrs is the seed 

lo Bishop Mackenzie. 

of the Church." As we, forty years later, look at the Church in 
Africa we can believe, if we cannot understand, that this sad begin- 
ning was the very best one it could have and thank God that Mac- 
kenzie's footprints are still in the sands of time for us to see. 




N Bishop Mackenzie's death it appeared, at first 
sight, as if the mission must come to an end. 
One after another the party fell ill, till nearly 
all the original staff had either died or been 
invalided home. When Dr. Tozer was asked 
to be head of the Mission it seemed like pro- 
posing to him to lead a forlorn hope. He 
consulted his great friend. Dr. Steere, who not 
only advised him to go but promised to go 
too and start him on his work. The Rev. C, 
A, Alington and one or two others also 
joined the party. 

By the time they reached Magoniero things had begun to look a 
little brighter. The famine was not over, but the wheat had begun 
to grow, and peace had been restored among the tribes. 

Bishop Tozer now took a very decided step. He saw that it would 
be impossible to stay on where they were, as the place was very un- 
healthy and hard to reach. He tried moving to a spot higher up the 
mountain, but this also failed ; so, after consultation with the people 
at the Cape, he moved the Mission to Zanzibar. Are you looking 
for it in Central Africa, or do you know better ? Perhaps you know 

12 Bishop Tozer. 

it is on an island of the same name off the East Coast, and you wonder 
very much how it could be any use to settle tliere if you wanted to start 
a Central African Mission. So some of the people in England said. 
They thought it seemed as if the little band had deserted their post, 
and perhaps this was one of the hardest things the Missionaries had to 
bear ; but still they felt they were right, and tried not to mind what 
others said of them. 

Bishop Tozer. 13 

If we look back we see that the three things the Missionaries had 
suffered from were war, famine, and fever. Though Zanzibar was not 
much more healthy, it was much better supplied with food and less likely 
to attacks from slave-raiders. 

You must not imagine, however, that tliere were not slaves there — 
on the contrary, the great clove plantations owned by the Zanzibar 
Arabs were all worked by slaves, for many of those captured 
in the centre of Africa were shipped ir 
called, and landed and then sold 
Market in the town. 

The chief object Bishop Tozer 1 
they reached Zanibar, was to start a v 
native boys which should lead to their 
becoming cler^men ; for he felt that 
the only real way to make Africa a 
Christian land is to give her native 
clergy. The black men understand 
the hearts and minds of their country- 
men better than Europeans, and they 
can also stand the climate much better. 
Then, too, their living is cheaper, for 
the Bishop determined not to fill 
them with English ideas and tastes, 
but to keep them as simple as 

The Sultan was very kind, and 
gave a house called Shangani and 
five boys, captured from a slave dhow 
which had not paid duty. These 

A Zanzibar Arab. 


Bishop Tozer. 

were the start of the Church at Zanzibar. Perhaps you will wonder what 
had become of those slaves who had been in the Mission at Magomero 
Many of them had died of famine and plague, while of the rest, some had 
been left in charge of a chief who promised to take care of them, and 
some had been taken to Cape Town. 

The little school soon 
increased. There was, off 
the coast of Zanzibar, a 
British man-of-war, whose 
duty it was to try and 
stop the slave trade. One 
day (May ■14th, 1865) they 
heard that an Arab dhow 
was going to sail with a 
large number of slaves. A 
pinnace and cutter were 
sent out in search, and, 
after a most exciting chase 
and desperate hand-to- 
hand fight, they succeeded 
in capturing it and found 
three hundred men, women 
and children, packed like 
herrings between the decks 
*'An Arab Dhow was ffoinfl: to Mil." in a space only two feet 

high ! These were taken to the Seychelles Islands to be freed, 
and the Captain told the Bishop that, if he liked to go there 
with him the next day, he might have some of the children for his school. 
The Bishop gladly consented and what was his surprise, when he reached 
the Seychelles, to find his sister and a friend had arrived there from 

"The Officers came ashore with their dusky load." 

1 6 Bishop Tozer. 

England on their way out to work with him. I think I cannot do better 
than give you Miss Tozer's own account of the landing of these poor 
creatures : — "The slaves were to come on shore at once, and Captain Cornish 
" Bowden asked us to walk down to another pier a little further on and see 
" the first * Cargo' landed. I went down with him, and the Bishop and some 
" of the officers of the boat came ashore with its dusky load. How can 
" I describe that landing ? Tenderly lifting the tiny baby things out, 
" with rough, kindly words, the sailors set them down, and they squatted 
" patiently on the ground — some no more than three years old, but the 
*•' most about six. Then came a poor little girl wounded in the 
" battle, lifted so tenderly in a carpet by the sailors. Then I saw the 
" Bishop handing out a mother and baby, the great tearful eyes looking 
" wildly round as she clutched her child close. It was almost too dark 
" to see their faces, but the sight of those fifty little creatures squatting 
" round so patiently was quite touching, and I think you would have 

" done as I did — sit down and cry I was only to have five boys 

" and nine girls, so we divided them as well as we could into tribes and 
" chose the boys first, and then the girls." The children were soon started 
in their school life at Zanzibar, where they proved very teachable and, 
two months later, saw something of what was in store for them, when 
nine boys, including the first five presented by the Consul, were baptized. 
Try and imagine what happiness it must have been to all these patient 
workers, after years of toil and sickness and disappointment, saddened by 
the deaths of so many of their brave ones, to be able to turn to those 
nine young Christians, the first-fruits of a harvest to come. 

And now things prospered for a time, more land was bought, more 
work set on foot, and, what was perhaps the greatest joy to all, another 
start was made in Africa itself; this time at Magila, in the Bond6 

Bishop Tozer. ' 17 

The hard work began to tell on the Bishop and his sister, and it was 
thought necessary they should both go home to England for a rest. 
They took back with them four native Christians as a proof of their 
work. One of these, Francis Mabruki by name, went to Rickinghall, in 
Suffolk, for a year under the charge of the Rector, and here made great 
friends with a lad called Samuel Speare, who was so anxious to be a 
Missionary that the Bishop took him back to Zanzibar on his return 
thither, and he was afterwards sent to work in Magila, where, for some 
time, he and three other young lads were the only representatives of the 

But a sad time was in store for the Mission, one of those strange 
times when it almost seems as if God's Hand is against the work, so 
mysterious are His ways. First, in 1869, was a visitation of that dread- 
ful disease called cholera, and not only did the Rev. L. Fraser, who had 
just returned from the Mainland, fall a victim, but many of the little 
children in the School died also. About one of them the Bishop wrote 
home thus : — " The evening of Christmas Day itself was saddened by the 
seizure of a second little sufferer, Yusuf M'junga. He died next day. 
' Just at noon, and some little while a.fter we had said the Commenda- 
' tory Prayer for him, his large full eyes looking at us very peacefully, he 
" left us for Paradise. It was in a way sad, but yet very sweet ; the sun 
" shining so bright ; the day, the First Martyr's Festival ; and the whole 
" house looking on in silent awe. The silence presently was broken ; 
" the little boys said * M'junga has gone up to Jesus,' pointing with their 
" fingers to the sky. How could one sorrow much ? " 

The cholera seemed bad enough, but not long after came a fearful 
hurricane. At ii o'clock on Sunday night, April 14th, 1872, it began to 
blow hard. The sea dashed its spray right over the houses ; the iron 
roofs were peeled off and blown away like bits of paper ; the water was 

1 8 Bishop Tozer. 

washed into the houses and the staircase of the Mission House looked 
like a cascade. The lightning was very vivid, but, so great was the 
clatter and roar of the storm, that the thunder itself could not be heard 
About 1.30 p.m. next day the mist cleared away and looking out the 
Missionaries saw that nearly every vessel in the harbour had either lost 
Its rigging or disappeared altogether. They were just beginning to bale 
out water, thinking the worst was over, when another gust, this time from 
the opposite side, the north, seized the town. This is how Miss Tozer 
describes it : — " It is hardly too much to say that every shutter and 
*' window in the place was blown in, or carried away instantly. I was in 
*^ my room, from which I escaped with the help of some of our biggest 
•* boys : the Bishop had to exert all his strength to get out of the sitting- 
*' room (which faces north) : and meeting me in the corridor, where at 
** this moment the end shutters, which had been barricaded with boxes 
*^ and planks, were blown in, we had much ado to escape through a pair 
*^ of heavy doors into the inner corridor, where we crouched into the 
^* solitary corner which was any way sheltered on this side of the house — 
*^ two of the boys, terrified out of their senses, with us. The hurricane 
" had burst upon us in all its fury. We sat watching with a sort of 
** fascination the only piece of roof that was left, of which we had a full 
'* view ; and as each sheet of iron in turn flapped up, rose in the air, and 
" alter a horrid suspense, came flying down within a few feet of us, we 
" could only pray in our utter helplessness that a mightier hand would 
* shield us from the danger. One swerve of the sharp iron sheet and we 
" must have been killed. Some of them flew away out of sight ; but the 
" greater number came down into the quadrangle, past our shelter pl^ce 
" with a clash and clang that made our poor boys quiver and tremble in 
" every limb." 

About 5 o'clock on Monday evening the storm was sufficiently 

Bishop Tozer. 


stilled for them to open a door and look out All around was ruin. In 
the harbour not a mast or hull. The native huts swept away, the streets 
blocked with iron sheeting, stones and all manner of things. Fortunately 
all the Mission party were safe, but Dr. Steere had an attack of fever, 
and many children died from the results of the terrible night. And when 
the excitement was over and the necessity for immediate work gone, 
the Bishop broke down and had to go to the Seychelles Islands for rest, 
only to find that he must resign his work altogether and return to 

The last four years had been hard ones, saddened at the end by the 
death of one of his dearest friends, the Rev. Lewin Pennell, and though he 
somewhat recovered his health, and was able for many years to serve in 
the Church both at home and abroad, he was never able to return to 



DO not want to introduce you to a new 
friend this time, but to one whom you 
have heard of before. You remember when 
Dr. Tozer was asked to be Bishop of Zanzi- 
bar he went to consult his friend, Dr. Steere, 
who not only advised him to go out but 
offered to go with him for a time. 

So far we have not said much about Dr. 
Steere's particular work, but all the same 
he was not idle on this first visit, of which he said ; — " It seemed to me an 
" unworthy thing to send one's best friend into the middle of Africa, and 
" to stay comfortably at home oneself, so 1 volunteered to go with him 
" for a year or two and see him settled. It is easy to understand how the 
"years grew to six before I found myself at liberty to return. But then, 
" I brought home a grammar and dictionary of the language and several 
" parts of the Bible translated, and other help in our work," 

One great advantage about Zanzibar as a place from which to work 
was that the language spoken there — Swahili — is understood all along 
the East Coast and far inland, so that Dr. Steere. in translating the Bible 
into this language, was providing books which could also be read in 
Central Africa itself. Besides this, he taught some of the native lads to 
print, and so was able to send over printed copies to be published in 

Bishop 5teere. 21 

England. He had not been long home himself when news came of 
Bishop Tozer's trouble, caused by cholera, and the death of many of his 
fell ow-w or leers. Dr. Steere at once gave up his living and, leaving his 
wife to follow (as he hoped), he started with Miss Tozer for Zanzibar, 
which he reached just in time to see the great hurricane, of which I told 
you in the last chapter. 

When, the next year, Bishop Tozer had to give up being head of the 
Mission, Dr. Steere stayed on to manage matters until a new Bishop 
should be found and, after two years, very reluctantly, consented to fill 
the place himself. 

During the time that the Mission was left, as it were, without a head, 
something very important happened. In May, 1873, the great Living- 

ust one month later, 

was signed by the 

ultan of Zanzibar 

which said that, 

though the slaves 

still hving on the 

island, and their 

"StarvBi and tired oot." children, should remain 

in bondage, no more slaves should be brought across the sea 

from Africa. It is impossible really to describe to you the horrors 

of the Slave Trade or the misery of the poor wretches from the 

time they are seized — sometimes singly, sometimes in whole vill^e- 

fulls, till the time they are sold in the Slave Market. Many 

dreadful accounts are written of the journeys of these caravans to the 

coast, the men yoked together with hands bound often as well, no matter 

if they find it hard to march. If some starved and tired out lag behind, 

the cruel drivers will kill them with a blow on their necks as a warning 

2 2 Bishop Steere. 

to others, and at the halting-place, if any seem too weak to last out 
another march, they are killed too. When they reach the coast they are 
stuffed as close as herrings in a dhow, and the greater number used to be 
shipped to Zanzibar to be paraded through the Market, examined and 
pulled about by anyone who wanted to buy, and finally sold, perhaps 
to be no better treated by their new owners. But, by this decree of the 
Sultan's, the Great Slave Market, one of the chief features of the town, 
was closed for ever, and its horrible whipping post, where the poor 
creatures were flogged, was used no more. Then God put it into the 
hearts of two men to give this very market-place to the Mission, that 
Christ's Church might be planted where Satan's seat had been. First, a 
mud hut was set up, and preaching started in the African's own language ; 
soon after, the foundation stone of a Church was laid, and four years 
later, on Christmas Day, the first service was held in it, the people being 
crowded together on the shady side because, as yet, there was no roof 

Dr. Steere proved that he could not only translate books, but could 
build too, and teach his men how to mix mortar, set stones and make 
arches, and when it came to putting on a roof, it was he who suggested 
having one of pounded coral made into concrete, which has lasted all 
these years, though many wise heads were shaken when it was put up, 
and many wise tongues said that the walls would never bear the weight. 

The Church, however, was not all that was built in the Slave Market 
Square. It was determined now to make this the centre of the Mission, 
and a little group of houses was built around for the converts to live in. 
The reason of this was that the Mohammedans were always trying to 
tempt the newly-made Christians to sin so that they might jeer at 
Christianity ; but when the converts were all together, living close to the 
Mission, it was easier for them to remember their high calling and to 
resist temptation. Hospital work, work among the women, and schools, 

Bishop 5teere. 23 

all started, too, from this centre. Near here was a Boys' School and 
Training Institution, and at Mbweni, five miles off, was a village for 
freed slaves, where they were taught carpentering, building, the 
cultivation of sugar, etc. 

Backwards and forwards between these places the Bishop used to 
walk, now looking after one, now after another, with occasional visits to 
the mainland ; for the great desire of all the party was to start work 
again in Central Africa itself. With this end in view the Bishop spent 
more than a year travelling about there in 1875. The Missionaries who 

"The Bishop bravely went on alone." 

24 Bishop Steere. 

started with him were both taken ill .when tiiey reached the African 
coast, so he bravely went alone, on foot, with no companion but the 
black men who carried his luggage, led by Chuma, one of Livingstone's 
faithful followers. He did not get as far inland as Lake Nyasa, but he 
saw it from a distance, and he did a great many other important things, 
one of which was to visit Magila. 

Magila, about sixty miles from Zanzibar, is a lovely spot situated 
below the Shambala Hills, which are covered with vegetation. Through 
the plain runs a river with a rocky bed, and on these rocks the school- 
boys now spread their clothes when they go down to bathe. Now, too, 
there is a railway station near* reached through an avenue of orange 
trees so thick with fruit that even the school children cannot eat it all. 
But, of course, the school and station were not there then. At Magila 
work had been started with some success. One chief, after hearing the 
English Service in Swahili, begged the Missionary to come and preach 
in his town, and at another time he was called in to arrange a peace 
between two fighting kings. 

Soon they were able to send out offshoots from the Mission, which 
they always try to do as soon as possible ; for one thing is certain — there 
IS no time to be lost if we wish to make Africa Christian. If we do not 
hurry from place to place, the Mohammedans will be there first, teaching 
their religion, and it is far harder to convert a Mohammedan than a 
heathen. So it was agreed to go on a three days* mission to Umba, 
where the Mohammedans were already at work. The Missionaries told 
the Chief they wished to preach every evening, and he replied that they 
might if they liked, but all the people would be dancing as it was full 
moon. The first night, when they lit a fire and sang a hymn, a few 
people came to listen and ask questions ; the next night a few more 
came ; but, on the last night, there were no dancers left, and at the end. 

" People came to listen and ask questions." 

26 Bishop Steere. 

one man came forward and said : — " We became Mohammedans because 
" we had no religion, and the coast people came and taught us theirs ; 
" but we don't like them, for they cheat us, and if Christianity is better 
" than Islam, we will follow it." You may imagine how glad the 
Missionaries were, and how they determined to send someone to live 
here and teach the people as soon as ever they could. 

During one of his visits the Bishop took a journey to the district 
round the Rovuma River, the river, you will recollect, by which Bishop 
Mackenzie first tried to get to Lake Nyasa. This journey put a new 
idea into his head which he set to work to carry out. It was to bring 
some of the freed slaves from Mbweni, in Zanzibar, back to their old 
homes in these parts, and start a Christian village, and, by this means, 
to try and get others in the neighbourhood to become Christians too. 
For this purpose he had spent a fortnight making friends with a chief 
called Mataka, and trying to persuade him to receive a colony of slaves 
at Mwembe. He even hoped to plant another colony near the Rovuma 
river. Over fifty men and women were chosen to go, and the Rev. W. 
P. Johnson was put in charge, the Bishop himself starting with them. 
Each man had an axe and a hoe to carry, and besides these there was 
food, and bales of cloth to be used as money. It was certainly well they 
took food, for all the first part of their journey lay through a country 
stricken with famine and they could get nothing to eat. At last they 
reached a place called Masasi, where there was plenty, and here they 
begged to be allowed to stop. The Bishop wanted to lead them on to 
Mwembe, near Lake Nyasa, but he heard that food was hard to get else- 
where and so he consented to let them settle, if the chief would give 
leave, which he readily did. A Mission-house and huts were built, roads 
were made and fruit-trees planted, and then the Bishop returned to 
Zanzibar. The people round became much interested in this little village, 

Bishop Steere. 27 

and watched the movements of the inhabitants. Once they nearly burnt it, 
but were stopped just in time by the arrival of some boys they knew 
from Zanzibar. They noticed how these men kept one day as a day of 
rest, and gradually they became convinced that they were not slave 
raiders, but kind, quiet people, and then they allowed their children to go 
to the school, and even came to hear the teaching themselves. 

Mataka was very sad when he found the little colony was not 
coming to him, and he sent to Zanzibar to ask the Bishop what had 
become of the promised teacher. Poor man ! he never heard the Word 
of God again, for he died before Mr. Johnson was able to go there, 
which was not till some years later. When he did go he found it was a 
regular meeting place for slave caravans, and he worked as hard as he 
could to show people how wrong slavery was. A small church was 
built, and the new chief even went so far as to send a son to Zanzibar to 
be taught. But news came from the coast that the English had been 
interfering with the slave traffic, and, while Mr. Johnson was away for a 
few days, the natives turned against him and robbed his house, and 
he received a message warning him not to go back. He returned to 
Zanzibar, not with any idea of giving in but to ask about going further 
and to beg for a companion to go with him. 

While he was taking this journey a terrible thing happened at 
Masasi, which I must tell you about as it will giye you an idea of the 
difficulties of Missionaries. We may well pray : " From plague, pestilence 
and famine ; from battle and murder, and from sudden death. Good 
Lord, deliver them." 

For some years everything had been going on well. Another colony 
had been started at Newala, converts had been baptized and confirmed, 
a second and larger church had been opened, and the Missionaries had 
been allowed to make peace between two warlike tribes and some Arabs 

28 Bishop Steere. 

sent from the Sultan of Zanzibar. One day a report was heard that a 
tribe called the Magwangwara were on the war-path and had shaken 
their spears towards Masasi. Mr. Maples, who was then in charge, 
started to meet them with five natives, hoping to make peace, but missed 
them on the way^ and hurried back to find columns of smoke rising from 
the village. The enemy were so surprised at the sight of a white man 
that they let the party go free, and these, after much difficulty, 
reached Newala. Before Mr. Maples left the village it had been decided 
that it would be best to surrender quietly if the enemy came, for then 
they would probably be content to accept a ransom from the village 
and let the people go, which proved to be the case. Does this sound 
very tame ? Does it seem as if it would have been braver and better to 
fortify the Mission House and defend it to the last, and so show these 
warlike tribes that Christians are brave and can teach their followers 
to be brave too? It is something of the same difficulty that we saw in 
Bishop Mackenzie's time, and we have to remember that the one great 
desire of all missionaries is to proclaim the Gospel of Peace, 

And now we must go back for a little while to Bishop Steere. 
After a short visit to England he returned once more to Zanzibar — 
returned, as it seemed, to finish his work on this earth, and, gathering up 
the threads here, to pass to work in another world. You remember I 
told you that he had translated a great deal of the Bible into Swahili. 
Just before St. Barnabas' Day, 1882, he finished the Book ol Isaiah. That 
week he visited all the various institutions on the island, and, on the 
Saturday night, began a letter to the Home Committee proposing to 
give up his office to a younger man as he no longer felt capable of it. 
Then he lay down to rest. When on Sunday morning he did not come 
to church, his friends went to see what was the matter and found him 
lying in a sleep from which he never woke. On the afternoon of that 

Bishop Steere. 29 

same day he passed quietly away. What were some of the footprints 
that he left behind ? A church where the great Slave Market had been, 
churches on the mainland, schools on the island, and the Bible and 
Prayer Book for Africans in their native language. These were some 
most easily noticed, but by no means all. Many, many are the lessons 
of humility, perseverance and courage that he left us. One we may 
remember in his own words : " You know," he once said gently and 
gravely, " it would be nothing to offer one's life if it were no sacrifice." 


BISHOP snyTHics. 

HE last chapter, you will recollect, left Mr. 

Johnson asking for a companion to go 

with him into the heart of Africa. Well, it 

was decided that the Rev, Charles Janson, 

then at Masasi, should join him and 

together, after much difficulty, they 

actually reached Lake Nyasa. But so 

tryiilg had been the journey that on the 

very shores of the Lake Charles [anson 

died. Poor Mr, Johnson must have felt very sad, and lonely too ; but he 

would not be discouraged, and for two years he travelled about alone 

looking for a suitable place for a Mission station. The great drawback 

to all the places here was that they were very unhealthy to Europeans. 

At last, however, he had a grand idea and hurried home to England 
to try and carry it out. This was his plan — to have a steamer built in 
England in such a way that it could be packed and carried on men's 
shoulders to the very Lake itself, if necessary. Once there it should be 
put together and the Missionaries should live on it, going up and down 
and teaching at the different places, but sleeping on the steamer, which 
would be much healthier for them than sleeping on land. It cer- 
tainly was a capital scheme, and, in spite of many drawbacks, it was at 

Bishop Smythies. 31 

last carried out. Fancy about four hundred black men marching along 
with cages containing bits of the boat on their heads or slung on a pole 
between them ! If one of those native porters had run away, as they 
sometimes do ; or if, by any mischance, One little piece had been lost ; 
the boat could not have been made up till fresh things were sent out 
from England. In the burning sun the little steamer had all to be put 
together, like a puzzle ; but the one man who had done so much to obtain 
it was not there ! Poor Mr. Johnson had a bad illness in his eyes on 
the journey and had to go back to England to try and be cured. It 
must have been a very terrible disappointment, and very hard for him to 
say, " Thy Will be done." 

The little steamer, the " Charles Janson," was just completed, and 
the last rivets were being put into the boiler, when a bit of red-hot iron 
flew right up and lodged in the grass-room of the shed which had been 
run up to protect the men from the sun. A strong breeze set the whole 
ablaze, and soon the fire was spreading from house to house. All the 
stores were destroyed and three of the party burnt completely out of 
house and bedding. Mr. Bellingham, one of the engineers, in writing of 
it says rather quaintly : " It was a strange feeling to be suddenly relieved 
of the care of a great quantity of property and possessions. In 
Africa every additional thing you have is an additional anxiety and a 
trouble ; now I have nothing of my own, and not much of the Mission's, 
to be anxious about." Later on, when describing how they had to make 
shift with what they had in the way of pots, pans, etc., he says : " The 
Bishop was very good, and took things in such a matter-of-fact way, not 
making the least trouble, and as if he had been used to this sort of thing 
for years." This was, of course, the new Bishop of Zanzibar, Bishop 
Smythies, who had come over to dedicate the steamer to the Service of 
God and had walked eight hundred miles for the purpose. While here 


2 Bishop Smyth ies. 

he visited a little island on the Lake, called Likoma, which was healthier 
than the country round the shores, and this they made the starting-point 
for the " Charles Janson " when it went on its trips. 

On leaving Nyasaland Bishop Smythies visited the mission stations 
near the Rovuma River, of which one of the principal was Newala, since 
poor Masasi had been attacked by the Magwangwara. When the 
people of Newala heard of the march of this fierce tribe most of 
them fled to the woods to hide, but the chief, Matola, would not go, for 
he said : " If any escape from Masasi they will come to me, and I must be 
here to help them." He was rewarded for his bravery ; for soon all the 
mission party came to live near and he was able to go over on Sundays 
to the little church they had built and learn more about Christianity. 
He had been a long time making up his mind to become a catechumen, 
that is one preparing for baptism, partly because his people were so 
much against it. They were afraid that if he became a Christian he could 
not lead them to war any more. But now, when the Bishop came, he was 
at last admitted, though it was actually ten years later before he could 
be baptized, on account of his many wives. This matter of wives is 
often a very great difficulty. One man, named Barnaba Matuka, was 
chosen chief of his tribe and had to inherit all the last chief's wives. He 
was already baptized and about to be confirmed, but before this was 
possible he had to provide for all these wives. Happily he succeeded in 
so doing, and it was his village, Chitangali (though before his confir- 
mation), that the Bishop now chose as a mission station, sending two 
clergy, one of them a native, Cecil Majaliwa by name. You will often 
hear it said how important it is to have a " native ministry," that is to 
say, to be able to send black clergy to the black men. It was with this 
plan in view that Bishop Tozer had, years before, started a school at 
Kiungani, on the island of Zanzibar, and Cecil Majaliwa was one of the 

Bishop Smythles. 33 

pupils taught at it. 'Soon after Bishop Smythies came out a 
Theological College was fojmed where the clei^y could be altogether 
trained, so that they need not go to England at all. 

Other work was also going on on the island all this time. Besides the 
boys* school and village for slaves which we read of in the last chapter, 
there was a girls' school now started. Both boys and girls learn much 

that is taught in England, and some of them would beat their white 
brothers and sisters in scripture subjects. The girls learn cooking too, 
and are mostly very clever at it. They do not have stoves like ours, 
but they have a box of sand with three good-sized stones on the top 
and a fire lighted between them, and some of the little ones have only a 
cocoanut for a cooking-pot. They learn to make a kind of bread 
and cakes, besides porridge and curry, but the men dn the English 

34 Bishop Smyth ies. 

cooking. They are very good at needlework too, and some do field 
work as well, so there is not much time allowed for idling. 

Now we must once more come back to the mainland and take a peep 
at Magila in the Bond^ country, where the work had been growing under 
Mr. Farler. This is how Bishop Smythies describes his first visit there : 
' No English village could bring the same feelings of strange emotion as 

* that first sight of Magila. To see Christ our Lord enthroned in the 
'midst of heathen Africa; to see the men and women rush forward 
' from their work in the field to greet the man whom they look upon as 
' their father, and who for all these years has devoted his life to them, 
' this was quite different from anything one has ever experienced 

* But it must not be thought we are housed very luxuriously at Magila. 
' Our dining-hall is what you would call a mud barn with a thatched 
' roof My bedroom, which serves as a sitting-room also, is a com- 
' paratively new luxury, but it has a mud floor and walls. The church 
' is, no doubt, a marvel of skill to the natives, but it would hardly be 
' thought respectable for a small village in England." 

Next year, however, one of his duties was to consecrate a beautiful 
new church which had just been completed. 

There was near Magila a mountain called M'linga, where the spirits 
of the dead were supposed to go, and from which it was said they sent 
dreams to the men below ordering them sometimes to offer many 
sacrifices and carry out dreadful customs It was said, too, that if any 
man was so rash as to go up this mountain he would never be seen again. 
To show the people how foolish this superstition was, the Bishop and 
Mr. Woodward went up one market day in full view of all the people, 
and, having planted a cross at the top, they came down again, while the 
people gazed in wonder. 

It is easy to talk of how Bishop Smythies visited first one place and 

Bishop Smythies. 35 

then another, going from the coast to Lake Nyasa, the Rovuma district, 
or Usambara, then back to the island of Zanzibar, and off again ; but the 
journeys themselves were anything but easy. There were no roads to 
drive along, much less railroads, and the Bishop tramped along narrow 
footpaths, making so light of the difficulties that one would hardly 
believe there were any if others had not told us of them. This letter 
from a native may give you some idea : " We arrived at Nangwale and 
*' left on Monday ; and Tuesday we travelled in the same way. Wednes- 
"day at Alasiri {i.e., 3 o'clock) we lost our way, we slept, there was not a 
'' thing of food. Thursday we travelled on our way till the third hour 
*' (9 a.m.) and presently we got to know that it was not the way to our 
*' place. We split the wood (e>., they left the path they were on) ; we 
" were very thirsty, the great Master (the Bishop) was not able to over- 
*' look us for hunger and thirst. But God gave us necessaries, for we 
" killed a small animal, and we were cured till we got water, until Friday. 
*' God helping us to get the way we got again to the river Lugenda ; we 
" drank water Alasiri ; we arose and directly after we arose there met us 
" our people. We rejoiced to see them again and to get food for the 
*' Bishop, for we had fear for the life of the Lord Bishop from hunger. 
" We said : ' We are able to eat insects of the wood, but he will not be 
*' able to eat and to be cured with bad things.' " 

In 1888 the Bishop came to England. This was a year of great 
importance to Africa, and it was feared that missionary work would be 
much hindered. Africa was being parcelled out among the European 
Powers, and serious disturbances with the natives arose in consequence. 
To them it must have seemed that flags of foreign nations were being 
hoisted in all directions and their land everywhere annexed by invaders. 
It was small wonder that the sight of the unfurling of the 
British flag should excite them, so that when Mr. Johnson went with 

36 Bishop Smythies. 

the Acting Consul to reassure Chief Makanjila, he was seized and 
imprisoned and not set free till a ransom had been paid for him 
of two drums of paint, one of oil, and some calico. At Magila 
things were in a worse plight. The Germans laid claim to 
land here and on the coast. They seem to have thoroughly misunder- 
stood how to deal with the native tribes, and the result was an in- 
surrection of the Bond^ people. On hearing the sad state of affairs, 
much of which he had foreseen. Bishop Smythies hurried back to Africa, 
and, after great difficulty and many dangers, succeeded in reaching 
Magila. The British and German Governments were both most anxious 
that he should withdraw the Mission, but he calmly told them that move 
he would not. He could easily put himself and his workers into a place 
of safety ; " but what should he do for the sheep he had brought out of 
the wilderness ? " Later years showed his course was the right one. 

As the work increased on the Lake and a Boys' School and Girls' 
School were started, it became more important than ever that the Bishop 
should pay yearly visits. On one of these journeys a most alarming 
incident occurred, which I will give you in the Bishop's own words : — 

" We had a narrow escape the night before last The men had only 
'* built a fence part of the way round their camp. Their custom is to 
" sleep two together with a fire between them. Not far from my tent 
" door Danieli Tambala and Charles Sulemani, who is my cook, had 
" chosen their sleeping place so that Charlie was on the outside on the 
" edge of the darkness. It was about lo p.m. that he had laid down and 
" covered himself with his cloth. Danieli was saying his prayers with 
" his head close to the ground, as their custom is. We heard no lions 
'* roaring. Suddenly a lion came close by Charlie, but fortunately, instead 
" of seizing him, seized a saucepan close by his head, which had my 
<* porridge in it for the morning. He dropped it and again passed 

Bishop Smythies. 37 

" Charlie. DanieH had heard something, and suddenly raised himself to 
" find the lion face to face with him. His suddenly getting up so startled 

''it that it leapt away It was as if God specially protected us, as 

" it would have seemed hardly to be credited that a Hon should make 
" such a mistake as to seize a tin pot instead of a man." 

In 1 89 1, after laying the foundation stone of the Hospital at Zanzi- 
bar, he started off again ; but this time the journey tried him so much 

n face with him." 

38 Bishop Smythies. 

that he began to feel that it was more than he could do — more, in fact 
than any one man could do — and he wrote home to beg that a second 
Bishop should be sent to Nyasaland, and then, at the request of the 
Committee, went back himself to see about it. At the Annual Meeting 
he said in his speech : — " By the time I got to Nyasa I entirely broke 
" down, and for two months was unable to do anything at all, and had a 
" succession of fevers more or less dangerous. And I felt I could not 
" undertake the journey again." He must have been very sorry to have 
to say this, but his idea was so readily and quickly carried out that he 
was soon able to return to Africa with his burden lightened, for 
Dr. Hornby was consecrated Bishop of Nyasaland. 

Soon after he reached Zanzibar the Hospital was finished and 
opened, and the next day he had to perform the very pleasant task of 
ordaining a native deacon ; while a week later he ordained yet another 
at Magila, in the Usambara country, Petro Limo by name, a free-born 
African. This deacon he took with him on a preaching tour through the 
Magila district, visiting thirteen village^5, sleeping in native houses, eating 
native food, and taking with them very little luggage of any sort. Part 
'of the journey lay over steep mountain paths and through swamps and 
woods, where the track was often lost, but they were everywhere well 
received. In one little village the people were very busy selling charms 
to put into the river to keep away the crocodiles which used to eat the 
cattle as they crossed. In another place the Bishop found the natives 
constantly killed their little children, and he preached to a large number 
of them and tried to explain how wrong it was. He did not expect this 
tour to have much missionary result, but thought it would be a great 
help to get to know the people and their habits. However, they had not 
been long back at Magila when one of the villages sent to ask for a 
teacher, and Petro Limo was sent. 

Bishop SmythJes. 39 

The Bishop paid one more visit to the Rovuma district and found 
Cecil Majahwa working well at Chitangali ; then he went on to ordain 
Pelro Llmo as a priest, then back to Zanzibar to visit schools, take 
classes, teach and preach, but soon his marvellous strength began to fail 
and he fell ill of fever. For three weeks he was nursed at the Hospital, 
and then he was put on board a steamer to go home. As his friends 
said "Good-bye" to him all thought they would see him again ; but it 
was to the real Home of Rest and Peace that he went. 

Three days after the start he quietly breathed his last, and the man 
who had allowed himself no rest on earth was taken to that Rest " which 
remains " for the people of God. 

Let us think once more of those long tedious journeys, of the gentle- 
ness and patience needed with the ' -' - --" 
young struggling Christians. Let us 1 
things and ask God to give us strength 
to bear troubles, discomforts, and dii 
for His sake that even in our little 
Name may be hallowed. 



N the last chapter we saw how the work of the 
Mission had spread so much that it had been 
divided and a second Bishop appointed, 
While the people of Nyasaland were eagerly 
expecting a Bishop of their own — Bishop 
Hornby — a dreadful thing happened there. 
Within a fortnight two terrible fires broke 
out, which burnt the Church, library, dispen- 
sary, girls' school, and most of the living 
houses. In spite of it all Archdeacon Maples, 
then in charge, wrote home most cheerfully, 
beginning i " First, what we did not lose — no 
" human lives and no tempers." And he and his fellow-workers began at 
once to rebuild, saying they had for a long time been ashamed of the 
old church, and now they would build a better one. But the rebuilding 
cost a great deal of money, and, owing to the burning of the houses, 
the ladies of the party had to be sent away for a time. When Bishop 
Hornby came, however, and was able to make a journey round the 
country, he sent home a most excellent report telling of the number of 
candidates for baptism and confirmation and the careful Christian lives 
of the people. 

Soon a new station was opened at Unangu, in the midst of the Yao 

Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 41 

(Ajawa) tribe — that fierce tribe we read of in the first chapter as carrying 
off slaves. Dr. Hine was put at the head of it, and a native teacher was 
sent from Zanzibar to help him, Yohanna Abdallah by name, son of the 
chief Barnaba Nakaam. 

It was certainly well that Archdeacon Maples could always be in 
good spirits, for good spirits were sorely needed at this time. Bishop 
Hornby had not been out long before he was ordered to England for his 
health, and the doctors refused to allow him to go out again. Still the 
x^rchdeacon wrote :— ** Our work grows apace and we begin to see the 
" fruits of it — I think I never felt happier in Africa than I do now, never 
** more tied to the work, never more unwilling to be severed from it.'' 
Then came the message from England asking him to be Bishop. He 
was most reluctant to consent, but his great friend, Mr. Johnson, per- 
suaded him to seek advice at home before he said " No;" and so it was 
that the same day that the Rev. W. Richardson was consecrated Bishop 
of Zanzibar the Ven. Chauncy Maples was made Bishop of Likoma 
(that is, of Nyasaland). 

But Bishop Maples was not allowed again to reach the scene of his 
work. On the way there he had said to his companion, Mr. J. Williams : 
*' Well, Williams, we have been in Africa nearly twenty years ; we can- 
" not expect to live much longer out here," and truly death came, though 
not (as he probably expected) by fever. As they were journeying towards 
Kota Kota in a little sailing boat, a violent storm got up, and the little 
vessel filled and sank. Mr. Williams, who was asleep in the stern, went 
down with her. The native boys of the crew tried to save the Bishop by 
supporting him on two boxes, which they pushed as they swam, for, 
though he was a good swimmer, he was much hindered by his cassock. 
They could not succeed, however, and at last he said: " Do not let me 
" cause your death, it was my fault " (meaning that he had been in too great 

42 Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 

a hurry) ; " save yourselves. Go to the Europeans — to Mr. Johnson — and 
'* tell them I have died." Thus, to the very last, he thought of others 
rather than himself. 

He was not the only member of the Mission who, at this time, 
taught the heathen how to die. Just a week before, his friend, Mr. Atlay, 
had been killed by some of the wild Magwangwara, speared, with a 
loaded rifle in his hand, because he would not fire upon his fellow-men. 

While these sad things were going on beside the Lake the new 
Bishop landed at Zanzibar and received a hearty welcome. One of his 
first acts was to ordain four more men. Two of these were free men 
from the Rovuma district, one a rescued slave, and the other an English- 
man. The free men went back to teach in their own country and there, 
in the autumn, the Bishop joined them. He found the Chief Matola 
very ill, and soon after the Bishop's visit he died. Though he was not 
baptised, as we have seen before, till just the close of his life, owing to 
his many wives, he had for a long tiipe been friendly to the Mission and 
lived, in many ways, a Christian life. 

It has been thought very desirable while educating the natives not 
to fill them with English ideas of comfort and luxury, but to encourage 
them to live as simply as possible ; the Bishop was, therefore, very 
pleased, when visiting Daudi Machina, one of those lately ordained, to 
find his home something like that of the hermits of old. This is how it 
is described : — " The whole of his furniture consists of one chair, one 
" small table, one lamp, one native bedstead, one blanket and mat, two 
" plates, one wash-basin, a box for books, and that is all. The kitchen 
" contains one cooking pot, one water jar, and three stones on which to 
" set the pot." Certainly no one could complain that he was over 

Bishop Richardson and Bishop Hlne. 43 

The next place visited was Masasi, both the old Masasi, now nearly 
deserted, and the new one which had lately sprung up. Do you ever find 
when going to an English village that it has moved a few miles off? 
You might very Hkely do so in Africa. When the warlike tribes make a 
raid upon a village all the people who can do so escape, and often, after 
some time, they will creep out of their hiding-places and build fresh huts 
in another part, calling the new village by the same name as the old, a 
somewhat confusing plan. Fancy if the English villages took to that! 
But you must remember that even four or five huts sometimes make up 
a village, and if you were to walk into one of the larger towns marked on 
the map you would think it quite a little place. When the Bishop came 
out of church after the Confirmation he found those dreadful people 
the Magwangwara, who had ruined old Masasi, outside, armed with bows 
and shields ; but they were true to their promise to Mr. Maples and did 
not attack the place, only danced a war-dance, accepted some beads and 
cloth, and went away. 

After going to Zanzibar for Christmas Bishop Richardson went into 
the (Jsambara country, where he found a railway started which took him 
from the coast to a village about four miles from Magila, and so saved 
him nearly two days' journey. Here he came to a place quite desolate 
and bare on account of the locust famine. You have read of the plague 
of locusts in Egypt, and there are many other allusions to them in the 

Bible, but, till 1894, 

they had never been 

known to do any 

harm in this part 

"^-^ of Africa. Now 

they came like a great 

black cloud and for 

44 Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 

a whole year everything was eaten up by them. The next year and 
the next the crops suffered a good deal, and, when the Bishop came, 
many villages were empty, while in others the people wandered about 

All this time the Mission was not idle ; they bought rice for their 
own people and did their best for the heathen around them. Many 
children, too, were brought to the Mission School by their parents that 
they might be fed, and, although some went home again when the 
famine was over, others stayed, and we may hope that those who went 
back at least carried some message from the School to their heathen 
friends, and perhaps brought them to hear more. 

Tbc Cburcb •ad ^cbuol ai 

Not far from Magila is another station, Kologwe by name, where 
the Bishop, on this visit, consecrated a new church, built of stone, strong 

Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 45 

and solid. It was not quite water-tight at first, however, for a letter 
home tells us that the very next day the rain came in and the church 
looked " like a swimming bath at its worst." All the party, including the 
Bishop, set to work at once and swept the water out, and, now that 
roofing and ceiling are complete, it stands a perfect, if simple, little 

Bishop Richardson had hardly been consecrated a year before he 
started on his second visiting journey. He spent some time at Masasi, 
and describes the Harvest Thanksgiving there. Here, too, there had 
been famine, and all felt good cause to be grateful that the terrible want 
of the previous year was over. At another service at which he preached 
there were seven native chiefs sitting on a form from the boys' school, 
while their attendants and guns were grouped on the ground. 

From Masasi the Bishop made his way by various stations to 
Newala, where he found building going on fast and a new church being 
raised, all paid for by the native Christians. He baptized seventy-nine 
grown-up people, and the next year we read that Mr. Bishop did the 
same for their children, forty-six little black babies whom, he declared, 
their mothers never thought of washing, and so great was the crowd that 
they had to carry the font out under the bushes so as to get more space. 
While here Chief Mitema came from a neighbouring village with some 
of his head men to ask for a teacher, who had been promised, he said, a 
great while ago. After a long talk the Bishop undertook to send a 
teacher, if Mitema would first build a school and a house for him to live 
in. This he readily promised to do, but, though he kept his word, one 
realizes how much he needed to understand the object of that teacher 
when, a month later, he put two women to death as witches. 

At this time a very exciting event took place at Zanzibar. The 
Sultan died — was murdered, some said — and Seyid Khalifa Barghash, 

46 Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 

who had already once before tried to usurp the throne, barricaded the 
palace and announced his intention of reigning. This was not to be 
allowed, and, since he would not surrender, the British men-of-war 
bombarded the town. The Mission Festival was being kept on this day, 
and nearly all the party were out at Mbweni when news came that all 
were to go to the Consulate. Eventually some were sent on board ship. 
This happened on a Tuesday — by Friday the usurper had fled, peace 
had been restored, and the various parties had returned to their homes 
without hurt or damage, partly owing to the of the Consul and 
Admiral, and partly to the excellent order maintained in all the various 
branches of the work. 

All this was over when the Bishop returned, and it was not many 
months before he started again — this time for the Usambara district. 
The journey was a long one, for the railway which had helped him before 
was damaged by heavy rains, and porters (carriers, not railway porters, 
you know) were not easy to get. Here he found the schools in good 
order and industrial work being taught ; but the need of boarding 
schools for girls on these stations was very great, for, as Mr. Woodward 
said, it was hard to make much progress with the girls while they went 
back each day to heathen homes, and, though they are often dense, and 
very difficult to teach, it is most important to get at them — not only for 
their own sakes, but also for that of the boys, who sadly need Christian 

In April, 1897, the Bishop came to England for a while, and here 
let us leave him while we take a glance at the work in Nyasaland. 
Dr. Hine, whom we saw last at Unangu, was asked to fill the Bishopric 
after the sad death of Bishop Maples, and came home for his consecration 
in June, 1896. One of the things he did, while still in England, was to 
appeal for a new steamer. The " Charles Janson " was feeling the effects 

Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 47 

of the hard work it had been put to in the journeys round the Lake, and 
Archdeacon Johnson had lately had to go most of his visits on foot, 
which added greatly to his labours, for it never occurred to him to spare 
himself. In fact, in the midst of all this travelling, he still found time 
lor translating, had his head full of plans for industrial work among the 
boys, and would never, his friends said, make up his mind to come home 
for rest unless the new Bishop actually sent him. 

By this time many stations had grown up round the Lake. One of 
the most important was Kota Kota, the place where Bishop Maples was 
buried. Here a nice little church had been raised by Mr. Auster, till it 
was possible to build a brick one in memory of Mr. Sim, which they 
hoped to do later. The schools were getting on well, in spite of changes 
of teachers, and the elder boys used to go to Kasamba, a village not far 
off, where a school was being huilt, to help teach the people. ^ Houses, 
too, were being put up for ladies when Bishop Hine paid his visit, but 
the ladies arrived unexpectedly from Likoma before the houses were 
nearly ready, and there was some difficulty in lodging them. They were 
more welcome, though, than the other unexpected visitors who 
arrived about this time — lions — one of which Mr. Wimbush described 
as having broken into a house, eaten two dogs, and then jumped up 
eleven feet and pulled a man down from a tree into which he had climbed. 
A lively kind of house-breaker, was he not ? Luckily he was shot next 

Another station that Bishop Hine visited was Unangu, in charge of 
Yohanna Abdallah. At first there had been great difficulties here on 
account of the number of things stolen, but soon after Dr. Hine went 
away Yohanna discovered that it was the Chief Kalanji who ordered 
these thefts, and he decided to face the matter boldly. He called all the 
head men together, summoned Kalanji, accused him of stealing, and 

48 Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 

ordered him to restore, or at least make compensation for, the things he 
had taken. The plan proved successful. Kalanji gave back what was 
left of the stolen goods and two oxen besides, and the robberies ceased. 

Just before the Bishop visited Unangu again a very sad thing 
occurred — the boys' school suddenly fell in the night, and three out of the 
twelve boarders were buried in its ruins. Kalanji and a number of others 
came to help, but the poor little fellows were badly hurt and died soon 
after. It showed that the people were beginning to trust the Mission, 
when, instead of declaring that this had been done on purpose, they were 
quite willing to believe it was an accident, and did not even take the rest 
of the boys away. White ants were the cause of this and many other 
falls. They undermine the foundations of the buildings, and it is not 
always easy to get materials which they cannot eat through. The first 
buildings on a station have to be made with what is ready to hand, and 
it is not till later that stone and cement can be got. 

At this time there was a great stir being made at home to get better 
houses for the Missionaries. It was felt, and is felt still, that all that can 
be done to preserve their health must and ought to be done. While new 
men are constantly wanted, it is even more important to keep in " working 
order " those already out there. The Bishop, in writing home, described 
his own new house, which was being built at Likoma, as " a fine, stone 
house " which was to have " real windows made of the glass from spoilt 
photographic slides." I do not think we should call them very grand 
windows, do you ? But, when I tell you that a dreadful fire took place 
in the engineer's store house at Likoma, burning and twisting all the 
machinery, and that it would probably never have got any hold had there 
not been such a strong draught through the open window spaces, you 
will agree with me that any windows are better than none. 

Now we must really go back to Bishop Richardson, whom we left 

Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 49 

starting for England, and meet him again as he lands in Zanzibar, in 
January, 1898. He at once set out, as you may suppose, to visit the 
various parts of the Mission : first, those on the island ; then north into 
the Usambara country; back again,and south to the Rovuma district ; and, 
after a short stay at Mkunazini, in Zanzibar, he started for the newest 
station of the Mission, and one which he had never yet visited, the island 
of Pemba. You will find it in your maps to the north of Zanzibar. 

For a year the Universities* Mission had cast longing eyes at Pemba, 
and in the summer of 1897, while the Bishop was still in England, he 
sent word to Mr. Key and his wife to say they might try and settle 
there. The island is under British Protection and chiefly peopled with 
slaves working on the clove plantations, who were gradually being 


freed, and to whom we are bound to send the Gospel news. It was a 
difficult and dangerous task, but Mr. Key did not hesitate. He first went 
to choose a suitable spot to plant the Mission, and found what he wanted 
at Weti. Here he felt they would be able to reach all classes : the Arabs 
(freed men and slaves), the Hindi shopkeepers, and the natives of the 
island, " Wa Pemba," as they are called. By the time the Bishop arrived, on 
December 31st, 1898, he found that Weti itself had been burnt to the 
ground by a number of fires, evidently lighted on purpose by wicked 
men, but fortunately the Mission Station, being a little distance inland, 
had escaped. 

You know that for some time past many efforts had been made to 
improve the condition of slaves. Now, at last, the Abolition of Slavery 
had been proclaimed, and anyone in Pemba or Zanzibar, who wished to 
be free, need only go to the representative of the English Government, 
and state his case. If his story was found to be true, he was freed ; and 
if he showed he had the means of earning a living, he might go and do 
so ; if not, he was bound to work for the Government, at a fixed rate, till 

50 Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 

he could better himself. The Missionaries thought that one good way 
of helping these people would be to buy up some of the land round the 
house and give portions to them to build houses on and to cultivate for 
their own use. The slaves promised in return to listen to Christian 
teaching, to have only one wife, and to do a certain amount of work for 
the Mission without payment, if it was wanted. If they misbehaved 
themselves they were to be dismissed. In this way it was hoped to bring 
them gradually to a knowledge of the Gospel. Besides this work Mr. 
Key started a dispensary, where the sick people came for medicine, and 
a room to serve both as school and church. 

Most of the school-boys at present are released slaves, as they used 
to be in the first days of the work in Zanzibar, and they are not as 
a rule very easy to teach. When you think of all these different 
branches of work you will understand that what was, and is, most 
wanted here, as in all parts of the Mission, is workers. Those who are 
already there get ill much more often than they would if they were not 
so constantly overworked. 

Going to the mainland opposite Pemba Island, to Magila, the 
Bishop again found terrible distress from famine. The rains had failed 
and the locusts had returned. Numbers of people starved. The Mission- 
aries did all they could to help, but every spot they had was filled with 
sick and starving folk, and many died round about before they had 
been able to get to them. Mr. Woodward, writing home, told sad stories 
of the cruelty of the people to one another. " Famine," he said, " makes 
" people utterly careless and without affection. A man well known to 
'* me, and usually well to do, climbed a cocoanut tree on Sunday to steal 
" a nut, and fell and disabled himself His relations came and looked at him 
" and left him. The local chief saw him, and let him lie there. His wife 
" came (two miles or more), but had no food and could not carry him. 

Bishop Richardson and Bishop Mine. 51 

*^ We heard of it, and to-day Rev. S. Chiponde went ofif with food and 
" carriers, and found him there. That was mid-day Wednesday. He 
" had been there since Sunday without a drop of water or food." 

Later on even, when things were looking better. Miss Dunford 
described how a man who had been to the Mission for rice could not 
wait to get home to cook it, but had sat down by the roadside to do so. 
He had collected three small stones, filled an old meat tin with water, 
put a stone on the top as a lid, and lit a fire under. 

After this visit Bishop Richardson returned again to Zanzibar, where he 
spent a very busy time, people coming and going all day, and then he 
started off to the Rovuma district. Here work was going on very 
steadily, in spite of the fact that the Chief Machemba had rebelled 
against the German authorities and it was feared that the roads would 
be dangerous, especially to Europeans. 

Once more he went back to Zanzibar to see the Theological College 
fairly started in its new house, and then home to England, arriving in 
November, 1899. Soon afterwards he announced to the Committee that 
he must resign his Bishopric. He had served for five years and must 
now give place to a younger and more vigorous man. *' Who was to 
"take his place? " After well nigh two years it was finally agreed to ask 
Bishop Hine to do so, and to find a new Bishop of Likoma. 

Now let us see what had been happening in Nyasaland all this 
time. You will recollect that at Unangu Yohanna Abdallah was in 
charge, and Bishop Hine was delighted with what he saw of the work 
there. Yohanna had been made deacon 3 J^ years before, since which he 
had worked all the time at Unangu. Now the Bishop was able to ordain 
him priest, and a solemn service was held on March 6th, 1898, at Likoma 
for that purpose. Later, the first permanent church in the diocese was 

5? Bishop Richardson and Bishop Hine. 

built at Unangu by native workmen, under the guidance of Messrs. Clarke 
and Geoi^e. The Bishop wrote home sadly at this time ; all around 
were openings for work, but where were the men to do it ? Those 
already there were overworked, and yet there seemed more and more 
for them to do each day. All was not sad, however. The work that was 
done was good, and, in most places, encouraging. At Likoma Kathleen, 

Tbe New StcBHier, the "Cliauacy Maples." 
an old Mbweni girl, was proving herself quite capable of managing the 
Girls* School. At Kota Kota Mr. Auster was busy teaching the natives 
to make bricks and doors and windows for the houses. And, perhaps 
best of all, towards the close of the year came the news that the new 
steamer, the " Chauncy Maples," was on its way out. What this meant 

Bishop Richardson and Bishop Hine. 53 

to the workers on the Lake, Archdeacon Johnson, and his companions, 
it is hard to explain. It was twice the size of the " Charles Janson," 
being 1 20 feet long, and would consequently hold many more, both to 
sleep and to come to the services held on board. It was, moreover, new, 
while the poor " Charles Janson " was constantly " in dock." For over 
two years the Archdeacon had been pleading for it, and now at last it 
came— came as its predecessor had done, in pieces, to be put together 
again by the Lake-side. May the work done by it be blest as was that 
of its namesake ! 

Tbrse little Maids from Scbaol, 



E time is drawing near for us to say "Good-bye," 
but before we do so I want you to take a little 
trip with me and see the work that is being 
done now, the actual work that you and I 
must help by our prayers, our money, our 
efforts, and, perhaps some day by our very 
Uves,like these great men who have gone before. 
For still the cry comes to England for more 
— helpers. Africa with its native clergy, and its 

native teachers —both men and women — cannot do without us yet. 

Here we are in Zanzibar. Suppose we first visit the town. Besides 
the Central House, called Mkunazini, we have also close to it St. Monica's, 
the Ladies' House, with — when all are present — six ladies at work. 
These visit both the married Christians and the Arab ladies, and manage 
or take classes in different schools. One of them has kindly sent an 
account of an Arab wedding and a funeral, and also of her farewell visit 
before she came to England for her holiday. 

The festivities for a wedding, she says, are kept up for seven days 
far into the night. When she and her friends went they found native 
dances going on in three of the rooms. In another the bride was sitting 
on a bed which was enclosed with a thick kind of muslin, and, when they 
were taken up to pay their respects, the net was raised very carefully and 

A Last Look. 55 

then dropped behind them. "The bride was young and handsome and 
" she was dressed in a rich silk tunic, and loaded with gold ornaments, 
" some of them set with jewels. During the seven days, feasting and 
■'singing and dancing are the only things thought of; no work is done 
" by the slaves, who arrive in shoals with their various mistresses, and they 
" have a right good time of it They are not fond of work at any time, 
" and make a point of doing as little as possible." 

" A funeral," she says, " is also the occasion of much feasting, and 
" the wailing (done by paid mourners) goes on for the seven days — and 
" nights in some cases. Each time a fresh visitor goes into the house 
" the cries and yells and howls break out afresh. The day after the Bibi 
" (lady) dies all the wailers go down tt^ether to the sea and wash the 
" garments in which she died. They are carried o" = ■■™'"'i 
" tray, held up high over their heads by the chief 
" Then they strew sand under the bed where sht 
" her last. The funeral very often takes place at n 
"as they wend their way to the grave, the v 
" cession, in some cases amounting to hundreds, sii 
" funeral chant ; it is a very impressive sight and sc 

Before the writer of these two accounts camt 
she paid some visits to the Arab women, with 
the Missionary who would take her place for a 
time, and she thus describes it ; — 

" When I told one of the Arab ladies that 
" this would be my last visit she insisted on 
" preparing a little feast of oranges, dates and 
"halua (a kind of Arab sweetmeat made 01 
" butter, eggs, honey and spice, and, oh ! so 
" sticky), and a delicious kind of nut fried in sugar. 

A WaUr Carrier. 

56 A Last Look. 

" They peeled orange after orange and were quite hurt when we came to a 
" full stop. Then we had coffee, and, afterwards, scent was poured over 
*' us and otto of roses was smeared on our foreheads, cheeks, in front cf 
" our ears and on our blouses. They finally censed us and repeated the 
*' Arabic words of Farewell, when at length I was able to get away. Their 
" kindly hospitable feelings were not satisfied even yet, for they made a 
" huge parcel of all the oranges, dates, halua and nuts which were left 
" over from the feast, and I had to carry this slenderly done-up parcel 
" all the way home. It was a newspaper package tied up with cotton ! " 

. Now we will leave St. Monica's and visit the Cathedral built on the 
site of the old Slave Market. It is surrounded by houses occupied by 
the families of native Christians. The men work at the printing office, 
the laundry, or help by building, etc., and the women are water carriers, 
for all the water has to be fetched from wells, or they sometimes do work 
for the Hospital, or help keep the Cathedral clean. The children go to 
the Mission Schools which, like the Hospital, are close to the Cathedral, 
and we are told that at recreation-time a little band of them often come 
up to the dispensary, one acting as spokesman for the rest. Here is a 
story of one of them, a little girl of four, who does this. " Her name is 
*' Caroline, and she will arrive clothed in a pink cotton frock, with beads 
" round her arms, neck and ankles, followed by four or five childr<in older 
** than herself, and will go up to the nurse and tell her that Hugh wants 
" dawa ' (medicine) for headache, Bella has a bad foot, Janie has tooth- 
" ache, Maria wants * dawa ya tumbo,' and so on." About a year ago 
there was a bad outbreak of small-pox and the nurse had to vaccinate 
all the children, which amused them very much. And great was their 
delight one morning when the doctor pretended to vaccinate their doll. 

The Swahili boys and girls are very good about helping one another, 
and those in the hospital who are getting better are always ready to feed. 

A Last Look. 57 

or read to, the others, or fetch them anything they want , Often, too, 
when a boy has recovered he will save up some tit-bit to bring to a friend 
in hospital. 

But we must not stop long at the hospital for there is a great deal 
more to be seen, and if we are not careful you will be tired out before we 
have half done, so suppose we hurry off to Mbweni, where there is a 
village of freed slaves, a colony of whom have lately migrated to Pemba, 
This is a capital thing for two reasons. First 
Mbweni was getting dreadfully overc: 
secondly, these families will, we hope, 1 
to those in Pemba, and .show them he 
should live happily together. Will 
them that their " light may shine 
before men " and so God may be 
glorified? Then there is a girls' 
boarding school here too, and I 
want to tell you a story which was 
told to me about some of the 

There was in the town a little 
slave girl called Chiku. She was not 
very clever and consequently was 

... , A . . . ■■>»■• HoiplUL 

badly treated. At last her mistress 

lost all patience with her and turned her out of the house, Chiku 
wandered off into the town and lived for a time on anything she could 
pick up or beg, and slept on people's barazas (verandahs). She got 
badly knocked about and nearly starved, until one day, meeting some of 
the ladies from the school, she begged them to protect her, and was 
taken out to Mbweni that very night, a poor thin little creature with a 
hunted look in her eyes. After a little while she was taken into town to be 

58 A Last Look, 

declared free, and managed to get speech of a fellow-slave called Kisanini 
and tell her that " Mission " was a very good sort of place to live in. 
Kisanini thought the matter over and determined to try and join Chiku. 
One day she saw a party of girls dressed like Chiku doing some shopping 
for a coming wedding. As they left the town she crept cautiously after 
them, and that night was found huddled up in a corner of the porch. 
She was given some supper and put to bed. She was older and sharper 
than her little friend, and it was not long before her mistress found her 
and accused the mission of stealing her " dear daughter." The girl had 
arrived dressed in a ragged piece of dark blue calico, but the so-called 
mother wore the handsome frilled trousers seen on Arab women, two 
pretty bright sheeties, earrings, heavy silver chains round her neck, and 
plenty of bangles on her arms ! The Mission refused to deliver up 
Kisanini but promised to make enquiries. A few hours later a man 
appeared who said he was the brother of the woman whose child had 
been stolen. He was accompanied by a policeman, who demanded the 
surrender of the child in the name of the Government. She was sent at 
once, but a sensible native Christian, named Hope, was told to follow the 
party into town. She heard the man tell Kisanini, with many threats, 
that she was to say she was not a slave but the woman's daughter, and 
had run away in anger but now wanted to go back. When they came 
before the Commissioner of Slavery, Kisanini said just what she had 
been told to say, till Hope stepped forward and described the scene on 
the road ; then, finding she was not alone, she declared the truth and 
begged to be allowed to go back to the Mission, and the same policeman 
who had brought her was sent to Mbweni with her and Hope. Her 
certificate of freedom was made out, and she and Chiku are both quite 
settled at school and are being prepared for baptism. 

I could tell you a great deal more about these little girls and how they 

A Last Look. 59 

spend their time, but I want you next to see the nice boys' school at 
Kiungani, where they have a new chapel and schoolroom, and aJso the 
Theological College, of which you have already seen some of the 
results in the native clergy we have read about 

And now to Kilimani to see the Boys' Home under the chaise of Miss 
Mills. Here are the little boys who are not old enough to go to Kiungani 
School. Many of them are old enough to do some lessons, though, and 
some of them have learnt to make very pretty baskets. Not long ago 
they gave an " At Home," and, amongst other things which they did, they 
exhibited the baskets they had made and sold a number of them to help 
towards a new wing which they want to add to the building. 

I do not know if you would like to live as the boys at the Mission 
do, but they are very happy. For a bed they have a sort of shelf raised 
a little higher than the floor and about six feet wide, and on this they lie 
down, side by side, with their heads against the wall, and sleep quite as 
soundly as little boys in England on their soft beds. When they wake 
in the morning they all run down to the water to have a bathe, and then 
put on their " kisibau " — a sort of shirt They have two meals, one in 
the middle of the day and one at night, and sometimes pat themselves 
when they want to know if they have had enough. (Fat' 
and mother would be shocked if you did that, I thinl 
They eat boiled rice and a sort of porridge made of cc 
Each morning they go to church, and then do their lessons 
reading, writing, carpentering, or whatever it may be. 
At playtime they like nothing better than football, which 
they play barefooted, and often play very well indeed, 
though sometimes we hear there is no ball left only a 
handkerchief tied up with string ! 

Ths MiMlon Baby. 

6o A Last Look. 

Like English boys they are taught two very important things — to 
try and do everything well, and to do it for love of God and not from 
fear of man. May God help the black boys and the Britons too. 

The dhow is just ready, so will you please jump in and come across to 
Pemba. Sir John and Lady Key came back at the end of last year after 
a visit to England, and have now been given money enough to build a 
new church and a new house, and to buy some more land for the released 
slaves and others to settle on. All the slaves are not released yet. Some 
take a long time to understand that they may be free if they like ; others, 
knowing it, are content to wait ; and many /\^ ^-ho have been 
well treated go back to their old masters \:ij/ when they have 

■■Tbey like notfaliiK better than rnotball." 

received their freedom. By this you will see that, though slave raids 
and the packing of the poor creatures in dhows and the selling of them in 
the markets is cruelty itself, and the whole idea is contrary to Christian 
principles, yet, now that these practices are forbidden by law— and 
stopped too, which is not the same thing at all— we may say that real 
slavery is a thing of the past 

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From Pemba we will pass over once more to the mainland and visit 
the Usambara district. Magila (it is now called Msalabdni) is our most 
important station, so we will go there first. Do you say you would not 
have recognized this part of it ? No wonder ! It was a swamp when 
you were here last or, at most, it was being drained, and now it is thick 
with rice and all sorts of good things. The natives are so surprised they 
are inclined to think it has been done by magic. Now peep into the 
schools. Are they not full ? A class in every corner ; and new out- 
schools being built in every direction. These out-schools are very im- 
portant to mission work. By their means new stations are often started; 
the most promising boys are sent to the head-school, and the teacher 
often gets grown-up people as well to be hearers and catechumens. 

There is one between Magila and Kologwe I must tell you about. 
It is the other side of that range of hills and really belongs to Kologwe. 
Kwa Makau is the name of the village to which we must be directed. 
This was how the school was started. In August, 1898, three chiefs 
from these mountains came to ask the Rev. W. Kisbey for a teacher. 
He promised to send one, if they would build a school and teacher's 
house at their own expense. In a few months they had proved their 
earnestness and all was ready. It is a great thing to get these buildings 
Unished^ for the people are very apt to stop before the work is quite com- 
plete. Last July Mr. Kisbey went to pay a visit to Kwa Makau. Though 
the rains had been over for two months, he and his companion. Rev. R. 
Prior, had a very wet walk and were obliged in some places to wade, so 
they were very glad when at last the villagers, school-children, chief and 
other grandees had done their greetings and they were allowed to change 
their clothes. But they found it a little difficult to wash in a native water- 
jar, at least Mr. Prior did, for it was his first experience in that way. The 
teacher had much to report, and, amongst other things, showed a letter 

62 A Last Look, 

which he had received from a Christian in Kologwe. In case you have 
not already seen a translation of it in " African Tidings," I will put it 
in here : — 

" My dear Teacher, 

" Many greetings ! and after greetings I will tell you the news 
" of Kologwe. My teacher and beloved as we are in Jesus Christ, 
" it is many days since I saw you. What is your news ? I hope 
" you will get me a sweetheart who is very pure, gentle and good- 
" mannered. 

" Teacher, I pray God to protect you and your wife and help 
" you both. Do not disappoint me. 

" I am, 

"G M ." 

Rather a funny way of getting a wife, according to our ideas no 
doubt, but the plan seems to answer very well. 

To get into the Rovuma district it will be best to embark at Tanga 
and land again at Lindi, several miles south. Here the work has been 
gradually growing. Many villages have sent for teachers, and no chief 
ever refuses a welcome to us. But heathenism is hard to overcome, and 
the reasons for hospitality are not always the right ones. In fact, 
missionaries tell us that very few of the heathen send for them, for the 
first time, from what we call a right motive. It is sometimes curiosity, 
but most often an idea of getting some reward, which prompts them. In 
one place a preacher, whose congregations had rapidly grown and then 
dwindled away again,went to remind some of them of the hours of service,to 
which one chief replied : " Why! you cannot expect us to go on coming 
" unless you give us something." The most hopeful work is really among 
the children in boarding-schools, for here they are kept away from heathen 
surroundings and trained in Christian customs ; and from these schools 

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many boys are sent to Kiungani College to be brought up as teachers, 
and often as clergymen. Masasi is the headquarters of this district. 
Newala has been deserted as a residence, for so many of the inhabitants 
have gone away that it seemed better not to attempt to live there but 
to treat it merely as an out-station. 

Mkowo is another out-station, and to this one of the Staff generally 
comes for a month at a time. It is a very hot place, and the paths are 
made of loose stones so they are not easy to walk on, but Archdeacon 
Carnon has been having some roads made. This only means that the 
trees are cut down and the grass rooted up. Even this mere widening 
is a comfort, for in the narrow paths the grass brushing against the feet 
and ankles delays the traveller, and after rain has fallen he soon gets 

Now we must have one more tramp, and I am afraid you will think 
it rather a long one, but, as you are not such good walkers as Bishop 
Smythies, I dare say you can have an occasional lift in the hammock, 
for I want to take you all the way to Nyasaland. We left this place 
without a Bishop, you will remember, but now the Rt. Rev. Gerard Trower, 
from Sydney, has been consecrated, and has left for his diocese. 

' The hospital at Likoma will surprise and interest you, I am sure. 
" It is simply a large well-built reed house. It has a window at one side 
'* with wooden shutters. This is open when I" (Dr. Howard) "want light 
" at an operation or a dressing ; but if I leave it open the natives always 
" promptly shut it. A window is not a thing that ought to exist in a 
" house, according to native ideas. My first lot of patients were school- 
" boys, who came in as soon as it was finished, and before the shutters 
^* were made. The open window was a great grievance, and it required 
'' several mats to stuff it up to their satisfaction. There is a verandah, 

A Last Look. 

An A B C Cla». 

and a low partition separates this from the Hospital, so that there is 
plenty of ventilation. Still, a wood fire burning in the middle of the 
mud floor, a string or two of dried fish hanging against the walls, and 
an ancient shoe, which is the special treasure of one of the patients, 
serve to convince one that it is truly native, and would promptly be 
" condemned by any self-respecting sanitary inspector." 

Next there are the Schools to be seen, and one of the ladies living 
here has sent us an account of some of the children : — " Those who have 
" no homes and live on the Mission Station help us to keep our houses 
'' tidy, and look upon the house and its contents as partly belonging to 
" them. Feeling like this, they take the greater care of it, and like to 
" make use of it as a safe place for their treasures. One does not mind 
" their clothes being stored away, but one does object to their fish being 

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" put in the box with one's clean clothes, which has sometimes happened, 
" they thinking that box the safest place in which to hide their precious 
" fish from cats and dogs. 

" Though they at times appear stupid, placing photographs upside 
" down and hanging pictures askew, yet they have a quick eye for things 
" concerning themselves, especially in the matter of dress. One little 
** girl, who had been with us a very short time — not more than a week — 
" and who had been given a dress, contrived to get a bit of it torn out. 
" She showed it to me and asked me to mend it. It was just bed-time 
" and I was very tired and sleepy, but thought it would please her if I 
"cobbled up the hole in the way the natives mend their clothe j. I just 
" drew the edges together and returned the dress. I shall never forget 
" the reproachful look she gave me, or the disgust with which she held 
" the garment at arm's length and said " Tumba " (a bag ! ) I felt quite 
" ashamed, and, weary as I was, I meekly took out the stitches, searched 
" for a little piece as nearly like the dress as I had, and put on the patch 
" properly, when she was quite satisfied. Had she, or one of the girls, 
" sewn up the hole, she would not have resented the * tumba,' but, seeing 
" me patch a European garment earlier in the day, she felt hurt at her 
" * Dona ' doing such slip-shod mending." 

Now we will take just a glance at two of the Mission ladies marketing, 
near Kota Kota, before we stop : — " The larder was empty — at least of 
" fowls, the only meat we can count upon — and some visitors were 
" expected, so we decided to combine business with pleasure and to take 
" some of the school-girls for a long walk to try and buy some chickens. 
" We reached Kwa Todwe, were hospitably received by the head-lady, 
" gay with many bracelets, and presented with a great bunch of bananas. 
" We tried to trade for chickens, but the husband was away, and, only after 
" much conversation, were we allowed to have a couple. Then the girls 

66 A Last Look. 

" tucked up their drapery and set off to catch them. There was a wild 
" chase, round the huts, under the banana trees, through the Indian corn, 
" and, at last, we bore them off in triumph, leaving behind their 
"equivalent in salt, with mutual satisfaction. On we went, getting one 
" at another hut and two at a third, but more were not to be had, so 
" we turned homewards, walking in single file between the maize gardens 
" and tall reeds, one girl with two fowls, another with three, two little 
" maidens loaded with bananas, and the fifth with a huge bunch of 
" flowers." 

You will notice that the chickens were paid for in salt. Bartering is 
still mu<;h more common than what we call buying, though the use of 
money is increasing. Here is a Kota Kota money table for 1899 : — 

3 pins = I egg ; 2 eggs = I needle ; 

3 needles =: I pepny ^ 2 pence =1 fowl; 

4 fowls=i fathom of cloth ; 3 fathoms==i goat or bar of soap ; 
2^ goats = I sheep ; 3^ sheep^ii bag of salt ; 

2 bags of salt = i ox. 

Well, all things come to an end and so must our trip, though we 
have not seen a tenth of what there is to see. Still home we must come. 
And what shall be the result of our journey ? 

Lives of great men, not only Bishops, but great men, and great 
women, too, of all kinds, black and white, have, by God's grace, brought 
about the work we have just been reviewing. Are we going to help it 
forward ? Surely we must have a band in God's work, we must not be 
content to stand staring and admiring. Look, as I have urged you to 
do before, at their footprints, made by self-sacrifice for the love of God. 
What are we going to sacrifice ? Are we going to give up anything for 

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Africa — any time to be passed in prayer, in reading or in worlt ; an 
money to be spent for their good ? Let us, as we close this book, sa; 
" Yes, by God's help, I will," and then begin at once, lest we focget.