CHAPTER LII.

TOUR THROUGH THE OLD COUNTRY.

My tour through Scotland brought me into contact with every Minister,

Congregation, and Sabbath School in the Church of my fathers. They were

never at any time a rich people, but they were always liberal. At this

time they contributed beyond all previous experience, both in money and

in boxes of useful articles for the Islanders.

Unfortunately, my visit to the far North, to our Congregations at Wick

and Stromness, had been arranged for the month of January; and thereby a

sore trial befell me in my pilgrimages. The roads were covered with snow

and ice. I reached Aberdeen and Wick by steamer from Edinburgh, and had

to find my way thence to Thurso. The inside seats on the mail coach

being all occupied, I had to take my place outside. The cold was

intense, and one of my feet got bitten by the frost. The storm detained

me nearly a week at Thurso, but feeling did not return to the foot.

We started, in a lull, by steamer for Stromness; but the storm burst

again, all were ordered below, and hatches and doors made fast. The

passengers were mostly very rough, the place was foul with whisky and

tobacco. I appealed to the Captain to let me crouch somewhere on deck

and hold on as best I could. He shouted, "I dare not! You'll be washed

overboard."

On seeing my appealing look, he relented, directed his men to fasten a

tarpaulin over me, and lash it and me to the mast, and there I lay till

we reached Stromness. The sea broke heavily and dangerously over the

vessel. But the Captain, finding shelter for several hours under the lee

of a headland, saved both the ship and the passengers. When at last we

landed, my foot was so benumbed and painful that I could move a step

only with greatest agony. Two meetings, however, were in some kind of

way conducted; but the projected visit to Dingwall and other places had

to be renounced, the snow lying too deep for any conveyance to carry me,

and my foot crying aloud for treatment and skill.

On returning Southwards I was confined for about two months, and placed

under the best medical advice. All feeling seemed gradually to have

departed from my foot; and amputation was seriously proposed both in

Edinburgh and in Glasgow. Having somehow managed to reach Liverpool, my

dear friend, the Rev. Dr. Graham, took me there to a Doctor who had

wrought many wonderful recoveries by galvanism. Time after time he

applied the battery, but I felt nothing. He declared that the power used

would "have killed six ordinary men," and that he had never seen any

part of the human body so dead to feeling on a live and healthy person.

Finally, he covered it all over with a dark plaster, and told me to

return in three days. But next day, the throbbing feeling of

insufferable coldness in the foot compelled me to return at once. After

my persistent appeals, he removed the plaster; and, to his great

astonishment, the whole of the frosted part adhered to it! Again,

dressing the remaining parts, he covered it with plaster as before, and

assured me that with care and rest it would now completely recover. By

the blessing of the Lord it did, though it was a bitter trial to me

amidst all these growing plans to be thus crippled by the way; and to

this day I am sometimes warned in over-walking that the part is capable

of many a painful twinge. And humbly I feel myself crooning over the

graphic words of the Greatest Missionary, "I bear about in my body the

marks of the Lord Jesus."

On that tour, the Sabbath Schools joyfully adopted my scheme, and became

"Shareholders" in the Mission Ship. It was thereafter ably developed by

an elder of the Church. A _Dayspring_ collecting box found its way into

almost every family; and the returns from Scotland have yielded ever

since about £250 per annum, as their proportion for the expenses of the

Children's Mission Ship to the New Hebrides. The Church in Nova Scotia

heartily accepted the same idea, and their Sabbath School children have

regularly contributed their £250 per annum too. The Colonial children

have contributed the rest, throughout all these years, with unfailing

interest. And whensoever the true and full history of the South Sea

Islands Mission is written for the edification of the Universal Church,

let it not be forgotten that the children of Australasia, and Nova

Scotia, and Scotland, did by their united pennies keep the _Dayspring_

floating in the New Hebrides; that the Missionaries and their families

were thereby supplied with the necessaries of life, and that the

Islanders were thus taught to clothe themselves and to sit at the feet

of Jesus. This was the Children's Holy League, erewhile referred to; and

one knows that on such a Union the Divine Master smiles well pleased.

The Lord also crowned this tour with another precious fruit of blessing,

though not all by any means due to my influence. Four new Missionaries

volunteered from Scotland, and three from Nova Scotia. By their aid we

not only re-claimed for Jesus the posts that had been abandoned, but we

took possession of other Islands in His most blessed Name. But I did not

wait and take them out with me. They had matters to look into and to

learn about, that would be infinitely helpful to them in the Mission

field. Especially, and far above everything else in addition to their

regular Clerical course, some Medical instruction was an absolute

prerequisite. Every Missionary was urged to obtain all insight that was

practicable at the Medical Mission Dispensary, and otherwise, especially

on lines known to be most requisite for these Islands. For this, and

similar objects, all that I raised over and above what was required for

the _Dayspring_ was entrusted to the Foreign Mission Committee, that the

new Missionaries might be fully equipped, and their outfit and traveling

expenses be provided for without burdening the Church at home. Her

responsibilities were already large enough for her resources. But she

could give men, God's own greatest gift, and His people elsewhere gave

the money,--the Colonies and the Home Country thus binding themselves to

each other in this Holy Mission of the Cross.

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