Lucy and Mrs. Stott looked at one another in horror and consternation as
this note--written by a pencil that had been frequently
moistened--fluttered to the ground from Lucy's nerveless fingers. She
felt it was the only tribute to her husband's memory, to her real horror
and remorse to assume a faintness she did not feel while Mrs. Stott led
her dry-eyed to her tent and couch.
*CHAPTER XII*
*THE ATTACK ON THE STATION*
_From Mrs. Anderson, E.A.M., to Mr. Callaway,
Agent of East African Mission, Unguja._
Mbogo's Village,
Ulunga, Nguru,
_Novr._ 30, 1888.