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0211 Tibet and Turkestan : vol.1
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the medicine brought back the little one's fleeting
life. Such a brain and such a heart find God in the
quinine and give Him such name as may please the
sahib.
I think it would be a destructively pathetic expe-
rience for the missionaries were it not that the
gentle hand of daily custom leads us around the
sharp flints of disappointed emotion. The mission-
ary becomes attached in human ways to the human
lives around him, and the fierce letter of denun-
ciation against the unbeliever is unbelieved. The
simple, helpful days at the mission slip quietly into
years. Jesus will convert the heathen in His own
good time; meanwhile faith, and, above all, interest
in the new wing of the dispensary, in the new baby
of last year's sole convert, in the water-on-the-knee
case reported yesterday, in the folklore that is being
slowly transformed into literature, in the last white
man who flitted through the station, in the papers
from home with their strange talk of wild excite-
ment on the Bourse, in the letters from home with
their talk of mother and sister and cousin—even
this growing now a little strange to the tranquil
hearts in the mission. Such lives have I seen in
Abyssinia, in Alaska, in Egypt, in Turkey, in Tur-
kestan, in Kashmir, in India. 'T is true my passing
glance could not read all that time had writ on
the exiled faces. Sometimes disease had drawn
its furrow across the once placid brow; sometimes
the eyes still mourned a dead love or a dead ambi-
tion. But generally, carried on the smooth tide
of occupation in medical and school work, the
mission life passes the measured hours with such