White Queen of the Cannibals: the Story of Mary Slessor by A. J. Bueltmann
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"Where should I go now?" asked Mary of Daddy Anderson after she was once
again in the mission house on Mission Hill. "This time you are being sent up to Creek Town," said Daddy Anderson. "Oh, I'm glad," said Mary. "That is the settlement farthest up the river." "You will work with the Rev. and Mrs. H. Goldie," continued Daddy Anderson. "That makes me happy, too. They are old friends. I met them on the trip the time before this one." As soon as she was settled in Creek Town, Mary worked harder than ever for the salvation of the natives. She did not care about her health. The only thing she could think of was how she could win more of the natives to Christ. She spent very little on herself because the money from her salary was needed back home in Scotland. One day very sad news came from Scotland. Mother Slessor had died. Mary was very sad. Her mother was the one who had interested her in missionary work by telling her stories about it when she was only a little girl. Her mother had always encouraged her in her work. Her mother was willing to do anything and suffer anything so that Mary could be in the work of saving souls. Her mother was always interested in everything that Mary did. No wonder Mary was sad even though she knew that her mother was now with the Saviour in Heaven. "There is no one to write and tell my stories and troubles and nonsense to. All my life I have been caring and planning and living for my mother |
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