American messenger . tinued to gather from the bush, eachsavage clasping a wicked looking spearor a long, heavy knife. At this dramatic moment the chief ap-peared with twelve stalwart warriors.He ordered his braves to sit. Theyobeyed. The chief then slowly ap-proached the explorer with a small bagin his hand, the kind in which the Afri-cans kept their deadly poisons for arrow-heads and spear-points. The explorernow expected to be poisoned, but he wasalert and ready for the struggle. Heraised his gun. In death-like stillness the chief stopped,put his hand into the poison bag andslowly drew out—

American messenger . tinued to gather from the bush, eachsavage clasping a wicked looking spearor a long, heavy knife. At this dramatic moment the chief ap-peared with twelve stalwart warriors.He ordered his braves to sit. Theyobeyed. The chief then slowly ap-proached the explorer with a small bagin his hand, the kind in which the Afri-cans kept their deadly poisons for arrow-heads and spear-points. The explorernow expected to be poisoned, but he wasalert and ready for the struggle. Heraised his gun. In death-like stillness the chief stopped,put his hand into the poison bag andslowly drew out— Stock Photo
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American messenger . tinued to gather from the bush, eachsavage clasping a wicked looking spearor a long, heavy knife. At this dramatic moment the chief ap-peared with twelve stalwart warriors.He ordered his braves to sit. Theyobeyed. The chief then slowly ap-proached the explorer with a small bagin his hand, the kind in which the Afri-cans kept their deadly poisons for arrow-heads and spear-points. The explorernow expected to be poisoned, but he wasalert and ready for the struggle. Heraised his gun. In death-like stillness the chief stopped, put his hand into the poison bag andslowly drew out—a New Testament!Could the explorer believe his eyes?Yes, the colporter had been there beforehim. The automatic was lowered. Theexplorer was in the house of his friends.Slowly the chief told how he had securedthe Book from a white man who hadtaught him the Story of stories, and howhe was trying, as best he knew, to pray.The watch fires burned out in the night, but the explorer slept without fear.—The World Outlook.. his countrys colors over all. 92 American Messenger. June, 1918.