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The heart of a continent : vol.1 |
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new town named Pei-lin-tzŭ, where we had heard a Roman
Catholic Mission was established. We were unfortunate, however,
in finding that M. Card, the priest in charge, was not at home.
So we turned southward again to Pa-yen-su-su, another mission
station, where we found both its own director and M. Card
from Pei-lin-tzŭ. It was indeed a pleasure to see these men,
and to have that warm, heartfelt greeting which one European
will give to another, of whatever nationality, in the most distant
corners of the world. Except the French consul who had
been sent to inquire into the outrage on Père Conraux in the
previous year, no European had ever before visited these
distant mission stations, and we, on our part, had not met a
European for several months now, so the delight of this
meeting may be well imagined. But, apart from that, we were
very deeply impressed by the men themselves. Few men,
indeed, have ever made a deeper impression on me than did
these simple missionaries. They were standing, transparent
types of all that is best in man. There was around them an
atmosphere of pure genuine goodness which made itself felt
at once. We recognized immediately that we were not only
with good men, but with real men. What they possessed was
no weak sentimentality or flashy enthusiasm, but solid human
worth. Far away from their friends, from all civilization,
they live and work and die ; they have died, two out of the
three we met in those parts, since we left. When they leave
France, they leave it for good ; they have no hope of return ;
they go out for their whole lives. They may not make many
converts, but they do good. No man, Chinaman or European,
who came in contact for five minutes with M. Raguit, M. Card,
or M. Riffard, whom we afterwards met, could help feeling the
better for it. Their strong yet gentle and simple natures,
developed by the hardships of their surroundings and the
loftiness of their ideals, and untainted by the contact with
worldly praise and glamour, impressed itself on us at once,
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