t if you are sturdy and in
good heart, and keep going a stirring pace, and never sit down
till you are dry again. My companion did not seem very buoyant,
though he made no complaint and trudged on without flagging. We
had a glorious service in a quaint church of wattles and earth
and grass on a hill-top. One way it looked over a great spread of
village gardens I think there were at least three villages in
sight. The other way it looked on some well-wooded uplands that
the eastern sun lighted tenderly. There were only a few people in
church at the end of the rite, though a great crowd was there at
the outset, and the 'Kyrie' and first two hymns raised the hill
echoes.

There was no sermon. When the unbaptized were gone the tiny
church, that had seemed so thronged and stifling, grew to be
roomy and cool.

That was to me a very beautiful rendering of the Liturgy. Yet I
only understood a word here and there. I could follow the action
of the Divine Pageant throughout, and I would not have had the
mystery and aloofness of the words one whit lessened.

After it was over Reeve took me across to the native teacher's
house, where we found a very shy wife and a very composed baby to
greet us. Meanwhile the husband bustled about and gave us tea. I
liked his laugh and his boyish face, as well as his Biblical
English. He did not stint the tea in his blue pot. Soon we were
on our way back to my camp.

Jack had got a real good fire now in the shelter of the rocks,
and a hearty smell of fish frying reassured me as we drew near.

Reeve, who had seemed a little tired and washed out as we came
away from the church, now brightened up marvelously.

'I declare,' he said, 'it's just like old times. You know the
Tooting Road, where I used to work? It's just like the fried-fish
shop there, next door to the Surrey Arms. If we'd only got the
fog and the trams and a few of the old people here how fine it'd
be!'

We had found a subject that interested us both and lasted most of
the breakfast-time. His enthusiasm struck me as a little too
emphatic. I remarked that I thought he was well out of the
Tooting Road and out under blue sky on an African moorland.

'Look up there!' I said. 'That makes the Tooting Road seem rather
monstrous when one comes to think of it.' I pointed to the many
cattle and sheep and goats coming down to the stream at a
swinging pace through the gleaming woodland.

Two little boys were mounted on bulls; two or three