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Show Preaching the Gospel to People of the Kill Country. Rev. William Greet Tells of Work He and His Wife Accomplished Amongst Tehri and Hindi Men. Another report of adventure, toil, and conquest comes from the Tehri Border Village mission among the Himalaya mountains, where Rev. William Wil-liam Greet and his wife are carrying the gospel message to the people o the hill country. "The past season's touring," writes Mr. Greet, "totaled up more than that of any previous season, and included reaching into some new country. One of my first trips away from our- family fam-ily camp, after the writing of our last letter, was to see poor old Prema at Nauta. There he sat by the little wa-ter-mil(l, blind and very helpless, trying try-ing to' care for the people's floui- In the judgment of some who have lately seen him, he seems a believer. "We returned to our home in January Janu-ary for a few weeks and then went out again to stay till April. This time we pushed forward at once to Devasari, a neighborhood of many villages which last season we were prevented from reaching. We pitched our camp on the edge of a pine wood' and close to a' small ravine, on the other side of which lay a long line of villages. Close by our tent was the temple to which, on special occasions, the people gathered from all sides. "My memory goes back many years to some remarkable results 'from the very first visits to simple villagers in the plains who accepted Christ at once and stood faithful till death, but generally gen-erally where people are laid hoid of, it Is after continued presentation of the truth. A most encouraging thing during our touring in the hills this past springtime was the extent . to which the truth of the Gospel was admitted ad-mitted by a man who has served us Tor years, but had always passively resisted re-sisted all we said. He sat with me at-the at-the close of a hot journey up a long gorge to a village, where we found only one man, a lad and a child at home. We conversed under the shade of an apricot tree, concerning the Way of Life and other ways, and at the close our man, who has nearly always boasted of the superiority of his own religion, said to the village man, 'We shall have to come to it! This religion will win its way everywhere and all will at some time have to yield, willingly will-ingly or unwillingly.' "As I write part of this letter here on the roadside, half a dozen fakirs or sadhus sit down with me to listen to the singing of a bhajan which tells of L - I Climbing Himalaya Mountain. the One who can take away sin. They have been to the Ganges source away in the snows professedly to be rid of their sin. Some Sirmoori charcoal men come in the other direction and they, too, sit down to listen. Neither of these groups are Tehri men, so I sing ' to them in Hindu. Presently some others come, Tehri men to whom I read the Lord's words about the house on a rock and that on the sand. - One man wishes to buy a Gospel, but has no coppers with him, so he consents con-sents to pay for a book with his stick, which answers very well for a walking walk-ing stick for me. "After presenting many various arguments in trying to convince the people of the truths of our eternal Gospel we drop back again to the proof they can have in their own heart at this very time in their own village, if they will really give themselves them-selves up in prayer to him who was revealed to take away sin. After talking with us the people find themselves, them-selves, perhaps the same day, in the midst of, say, the slaughter of goats throughout the village for the keeping up of some special festival, or a great dance before their gods right on into the night. Who knows where the Message has really found access?" |