ith fever. Two of the Africans wrote a letter for
help to other missionaries:

"We are very sorrow," they wrote, "because out Master is very
sick. So now we beging you one of you let him come to help Mr
Grenfell please. We think now is near to die, but we don't know
how to do with him. Yours,

DISASI MAKULO,
MASCOO LUVUSU."

To-day all up the fifteen hundred miles of Congo waterway the
power of the work done by Grenfell and the men who came with him
and after him has changed all the life. Gone are the slave-raiders,
the inter-tribal wars, the cruelties of the white men, along that
line. There stand instead negroes who cap make bricks, build
houses, turn a lathe; engineers, printers, bookbinders,
blacksmiths, carpenters, worshipping in churches built with their
own hands. But beyond, and among the myriad tributaries and the
vast forests millions of men have never yet even heard of the love
of God in Jesus Christ, and still work their hideous cruelties.

So Grenfell, like Livingstone, opened a door. It stands open.

CHAPTER XVIII

"A MAN WHO CAN TURN HIS HAND TO ANYTHING"

_Alexander Mackay_

(Dates 1863-1876)

The inquisitive village folk stared over their garden gates at Mr.
Mackay, the minister of the Free Kirk of Rhynie, a small Aberdeenshire
village, as he stood with his thirteen-year-old boy gazing into the
road at their feet. The father was apparently scratching at the stones
and dust with his stick. The villagers shook their heads.

"Fat's the minister glowerin' at, wi' his loon Alic, among the stoor
o' the turnpike?"[49] asked the villagers of one another.

The minister certainly was powerful in the pulpit, but his ways were
more than they could understand. He was for ever hammering at the
rocks on the moor and lugging ugly lumps of useless stone homeward,
containing "fossils" as he called them.

Now Mr. Mackay was standing looking as though he were trying to find
something that he had lost in the road. If they had been near enough
to Alec and his father they would have heard words like these:

"You see, Alec, this is the Zambesi River running down from the heart
of Africa into the Indian Ocean, and here running into the Zambesi
from the north is a tributary, the Shire. Livingstone going up that
river found wild savages who