Africa, where there are no Sunday schools, and clothes
are as scarce as churches. Failing to move Parson Peck
and Elder Knapp in the matter, and despairing of an early
answer to her personal prayers, she resolved on a bold move,
"An' it was only after many a sleepless, prayerful night,"
namely, to carry the Bible into the heathen's stronghold.

Thus it was that one bright morning in June she might
have been seen, prim and proper -- almost glorified, she
felt, as she set her lips just right in the mirror -- making
for the Pipestave Pond, Bible in hand and spectacles clean
wiped, ready to read appropriate selections to the unregenerate.

She was full of the missionary spirit when she left Myanos,
and partly full when she reached the Orchard Street Trail;
but the spirit was leaking badly, and the woods did appear
so wild and lonely that she wondered if women had any
right to be missionaries. When she came in sight of the
pond, the place seemed unpleasantly different from Myanos
and where was the Indian camp? She did not dare to
shout; indeed, she began to wish she were home again,
but the sense of duty carried her fully fifty yards along the
pond, and then she came to an impassable rock, a sheer
bank that plainly said, "Stop!" Now she must go back
or up the bank. Her Yankee pertinacity said, "Try first
up the bank," and she began a long, toilsome ascent,
that did not end until she came out on a bigh, open rock
which, on its farther side, had a sheer drop and gave a
view of the village and of the sea.