tian friends that are in this free country, and even by some
from England and other nations. They were looked after by Rev. W. C.
Pond, pastor of Bethany Church--the same church that all our Chinese
brethren go to, to take the Lord's Supper, once in two months.

Last September I paid a visit to my home--the home that I had left
for so long a time. But before I go I make up my mind to stand up for
Jesus, who has kindly given His life for my soul. At first my heart
was some troubled about going back to my heathen country, but I pray,
and kept praying that Jesus would go with me. So He heard my humble
prayers. He was going before me, and made everything smooth for me. I
got home Oct. 9th, at noon. In a few moments there came all the
people of my village, both young and old, women and men, asking me
about California. I answered them the best I could. Some of them try
to get a look on my head at first, to see if my hair is all right,
for they believed Christian Chinese have their queue cut off, and
belong to California. He is no more Chinaman. For this cause they
trouble me many days.

I met Rev. C. R. Hager at Hong Kong, when first I got there. We fell
to talking of the Mission work among our people.

When I was at home, as soon as my father worshiped the ancestors or
the idols, he sent one of my little sisters to call me to join the
worship; but my mother, who has a better spirit, told my father that
I would not worship them any more, "for (as she said) he have told me
that he did thank God _in his heart_, and that he love us the same."
Thus, my mother stopped the calling for the worshiping of the
ancestors ever since. I thank God for this first.

During the time I was at home there were seven or eight brethren
called at my house and did shake hands with me. Some of them I knew
in California, but the rest I knew not and never saw them before; yet
they could find their fellow-brethren in Christ, and came from far
to do so. Some of them are Bible-sellers; some are preachers. They
show their brotherly love and Christian faith by bringing candy and
oranges for my sisters. And my father was also glad to see them, each
time they call. Some of them did take dinner with us in our family.
Rev. Mr. Jones also call, and he preached to the people in my
village. He can use the chop-sticks, and did eat our food. In the
evening, with the moon shining, and in the day-time he asked me to
take him to the market-place, to tell the people