these people about Jesus who heals the soul-sickness. God will take care of
me."

"Well, Ma, I do not like it, but you may go if you wish. I will send women
with you to look after you. I will send men to protect you."

Early the next morning they started on the journey. It was raining
hard. After they had left Ekenge, it began to pour. The jungle was flooded
and steaming hot. It was hard to go, but Mary and the guard pushed on.
Soon Mary's clothes were soaked through. They became so heavy she could
hardly walk. Her boots became water soaked. She took them off and threw
them in the bush. Soon her stockings wore out and she walked through the
jungle mud barefooted. She knew she was doing God's work, and even fearful
rainstorms were not going to stop her.

After three hours the weather began to clear, but now Mary's head began to
ache from fever. As Mary and the guard passed through the jungle villages,
the people looked at Mary with surprise. But nothing would stop Mary. She
pushed on, and after walking through the jungle for eight hours, she
stumbled into the village of the sick chief.

Some of the people were crying. They expected to be killed when the chief
died. Others were laughing and shouting. They were going to have "fun"
when the chief died. They were going to kill people and have a wild party.

Mary was tired and sick, but she went at once to the chief's house. He was
stretched out on a dirty bed. His face was gray with sickness. He was
moaning and groaning. He was very near death.

Mary examined the chief to see what his sickness was. She opened her little