hurry. We had to catch the four o'clock train. We did stop long
enough to drink a cup of Brazilian coffee. Such coffee! I will not
attempt to describe it, because our friends in the States can not
understand. There is nothing like it in this country. We took
time, too, to say good-bye. The whole crowd lined up and we went
the length of the line, bidding everyone a hearty godspeed. The
Brazilian not only shakes hands with you, but he embraces you
heartily. Yes, some of the good matrons embraced us. It was a
novel experience for me, but a mere custom with them, and the act
was performed with such modest restraint that any possible
objectionable features were eliminated. Having said good-bye to
them all we mounted our gray ponies, and, led by our barefooted
friend, rode away with thanks-giving in our hearts for the good
fellowship with the saints of Parahyba do Sul.

The tie of love for a common Lord had bound our affections to
them. Their simple-hearted sincerity and devotion had helped us.
Their zeal had contributed to our faith. One incident touched me
especially. Just before breakfast a little girl about four years
of age, led by her mother, brought to us a package containing some
Brazilian cakes. When we opened the package there lay on top a
piece of folded paper on Which was written: "How beautiful upon
the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that
publisheth peace, that bringeth good tidings of good, that
publisheth salvation, that saith unto Zion, thy God reigneth'
'(Isa. 52:7). Presented to our brother pastors, Maddox and Ray by
Archimina Nunes." Instantly there arose in my heart the prayer
that God would speed the day when his swift-footed messengers
shall publish the good tidings of peace to all this vast and needy
land.