"At Bulsar the crowd was particularly responsive, and again and again broke out in applause at the most definitely Christian statements. Here our meetings were in a Hindu Dharamsala, or Religious RestHouse.

"But at Benares-the holy place of Hinduism—the meetings were the best of all. Principal Dhurva of the Hindu University and some of the Hindu professors of the University were secured as chairmen of the meetings. The Hindu students sent me a special invitation to speak at the University. It was an opportunity to get right into the intellectual and religious center of Hinduism. I have never had a more responsive audience. They filled the hall to overflowing. I was invited back for three other addresses. At one of the addresses the chairman of the meeting, a Hindu professor, in his opening remarks, said: 'I have been attending the public lectures at night, and, while a friend remarked about the speaking, I said that my interest was not in that, but in the one of whom Mr. Jones was speaking. There has never appeared in human history such a great personality as Jesus Christ. I repeat it, Jesus Christ is the greatest personality the world has ever seen.' This he said in a Hindu University before a Hindu audience, and there was no dis

sent. . .

"There is a great and far-reaching change coming over the people in regard to the attitude toward Jesus Christ bitter resentment and antagonism to Western civilization and to the spirit of white dominance, but a wondrous drawing toward Jesus Christ.

"When we get down to the facts and face them, there

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is no other way out except the Christian way. . . we not on the eve of a break? I believe we are. long that eve will be, I do not know, but the break will come."

My own main job in India was a training-school for male Christian teachers. My boys and I had many a fine game of atia-patia, as well as of volley-ball and football. When they first come to the training-school, they do not love games as American boys do. Many of them have had little chance to play, back in their villages, but before they have been long with us, they like to play and to play hard. Our graduates are scattered all over Western India as Christian teachers and Christian preachers. There are probably nine hundred graduates of this school now at work. Many of them live in villages where no other man can read. In order that each worker may be generally helpful to his village, our school gives courses in agriculture, in first aid, and in simple sanitation.

The life of many of these villages is so low and crude that it takes real heroism for educated boys to cut themselves off from their more attractive surroundings and to settle down to their new tasks. On the other hand, if he puts his whole heart into his work, one of our boys can sometimes change the whole life of a village, making it a cleaner, happier, and better place. Many of these boys are outcaste Hindus when they come to us. They are all Christian before they graduate.

A Brahman Educational Inspector who was examining the training-school said to me, "I met one of your boys the other day, up in Khandesh. He was way out

in the jungle teaching in a little Bhil village. I asked him if he wasn't afraid to stay in that wild country alone. He replied, 'No, I'm not afraid now. I was at first. I almost decided that I couldn't stay. But when I saw how much these people needed a school, I prayed God to give me courage to stay on.' That teacher was only an outcaste Mahar before he became a Christian, wasn't he?"

"Yes," I answered, "he was."

"Well, where did he get the spirit that made him stay on among those wild Bhils?" he asked.

"I think that it must have come from Jesus Christ," I answered, and the Brahman Inspector bowed his head in assent.

Many other mission schools are sending out into the life of India a constant stream of thousands of Indian Christian leaders, many of them strong and devoted men and women. They are eager to give to their Motherland the greatest service they can render that of making Christ her leader and king. Would you not like such a chance as Henry Ferger and the rest of us have to mold the lives of boys and girls of India and to help them to become her true leaders in this critical new day?

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As a business man speaking to business men, I am prepared to say that the work which has been done by missionary agency in India exceeds in importance all that has been done (and much has been done) by the British Government in India since its commencement. -Sir W. Mackworth Young, K.C.S.I., formerly Lieutenant-Governor of the Punjab

VII

Those Poor Missionaries

If I were a cassowary

On the plains of Timbuctoo,

I'd eat up every missionary,

Coat and hat and hymn-book too.

COME with me to Vadala to meet Rev. Edward Fairbank who is a "typical" general evangelistic missionary, although I'll confess at once that I never saw him with a black ministerial hat on, and I think the cassowary would have a rather hard time swallowing any one so strong and substantial as he is. Vadala is a little Indian village of about five hundred people, twenty miles from the railroad in the heart of village India. It is the headquarters of Mr. Fairbank's field, the Vadala district. This district covers an irregular area of perhaps five hundred square miles dotted with little towns and villages in which live over one hundred thousand people.

You will like Mr. Fairbank from the start. Everybody does. As soon as you look into his smiling blue eyes and grasp his firm hand, you know that he too is a good scout. He has two outstanding characteristics which impress anyone who meets him, vital energy and sheer friendliness.

For the sake of efficiency, he generally uses an automobile for his longer trips in his district; but recently when there was no gasoline to be had, he jumped on his bicycle and rode twenty-seven miles into Ahmednagar, did his business there, and rode twenty-seven miles back again, just as though he did not live in the tropics