thstanding all
distractions. Oh that God would give me more of His Spirit, more of
His felt Presence, more of the spirit and power of prayer, that I
may bring down blessings on this poor people of Mongolia! As I look
at them and their huts I ask again and again how am I to go among
them; in comfort and in a waggon, with all my things about me; or
in poverty, reducing myself to their level? If I go among them
rich, they will be continually begging, and perhaps regard me more
as a source of gifts than anything else. If I go with nothing but
the Gospel, there will be nothing to distract their attention from
the unspeakable gift.

'8.15 A.M.-3.15 P.M. Good long walk. Met camels and came upon a
cart encampment, estimated at one hundred and seventy. Know where I
am on the map. There is a camel encampment where we are. Two huts
from which comes fuel. Read to-day in II Chronicles xvi. God never
failed those who trusted in Him and appealed to Him. God was
displeased with the King of Judah because, after the deliverance
from the Lubims, Ethiopians, &c., he trusted to the arm of flesh to
deliver him from the Syrians. Do we not in our day rest too much on
the arm of flesh? Cannot the same wonders be done now as of old? Do
not the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth,
still to show Himself strong on behalf of those who put their trust
in Him? Oh that God would give me more practical faith in Him!
Where is now the Lord God of Elijah? He is waiting for Elijah to
call on Him. God give me some of Elijah's spirit, and let my power
be of God, and my hope from Him for the conversion of this people.

'It is nothing to the Lord to save by many or by them that have no
power. Help me, O God, for I rest on Thee, and in Thy name I go
against this multitude!'

Kiachta, on the southern frontier of Siberia, was reached September 28,
1870, and there Gilmour was at once plunged into a series of troubles.
The Russian and Chinese authorities would not recognise his passport,
and he had to wait months before another could be obtained from Peking.
He found absolutely no sympathy in his work. He knew next to nothing of
the Mongol language. Yet with robust faith, with whole-hearted courage,
with a resolution that nothing could daunt, he set to work. A Scotch
trader, named Grant, was kind to him,