dried squashes to it. We obeyed orders; and each man, grasping a corner post of the bed with one hand, swam with the other till we had crossed the deep and angry stream, and landed safely on the other side. The squashes buoyed us up, and the men furnished the power and propelled us over. All we had to do was to sit perfectly still,— not so easy, under the circumstances.

The well water at Kalivali was salty and unfit for use, so we had to drink river water. Of course, all the villagers living on the banks of the river for miles up and down the stream not only drank the river water, but bathed their bodies and washed their clothes daily in it. We boiled the water, used alum to settle or purify it, strained it through a towel, and then placed it in a water jar in the breeze to cool. It was quite unsatisfactory after all was done, but we were thankful to have even that.

We never knew the import of the words, "Sorrow not, even as others which have no hope," till we saw a funeral at Kalivali. A man living near us died in the night. Early in the morning, the barber shaved the heads and faces of the mourning brothers and other male members of the family. The corpse

was laid on a crude bamboo bier, his face was painted red, and then the mourners were permitted to express their grief.

The women pulled their hair and beat their breasts, shrieked, rolled on the ground, and frothed at the mouth. About nine o'clock in the morning, the men took up the body, and bore it to the river, where they immersed it, and then they carried it to the graveyard. There they lighted their pipes for a smoke, and proceeded to dig a shallow hole for a grave. They were loud and rough. At last, two men jumped into the grave, doubled up the dead man under their feet, placed huge rocks on the body, and then covered it with earth. These poor people know of no resurrection through a living Christ.

After a while, we came down with fever, as a result of the dampness and unhealthful surroundings of our mud house, and the unclean river water. We moved out just in time to save our lives, but not soon enough to avoid an illness that lasted three months, and brought us close to death's door. A trip of two weeks to a cooler climate in the hills built us up, and so we pulled through. A change of climate will

often break up a very stubborn attack of India fever. How good God was to us during those days of initiation!

Much earnest work has since been done in Kalivali, and some have believed in Christ. Many more will accept if properly taught. May God bless Kalivali.

Idol Worship

T is very easy to learn what Jehovah thinks of idols. "I am the Lord thy God," He declares. "Thou shalt have no other gods before Me. Thou shalt

not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth: thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them." Through the psalmist, He says, "Confounded be all they that serve graven images, that boast themselves of idols." Again: "Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men's hands. They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them."

The fate of idol worshipers is also clearly set forth: "The fearful, and unbelieving,

and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death."

So explicit is the word of God on the subject of idol worship, that it is the book

of value above all others to scatter among the idol-worshiping millions of India. The Hindu confesses that his religion approves of thirty-three million gods; hence we find gods great and gods small, gods short and gods tall, gods of gold and gods of earth -yes, gods by the millions on all sides. One of the first things that catches the eye of the newcomer in India is the image of some god. Many of these are carved in the shapes of snakes, bulls, monkeys, elephants, horses, etc. Others are more repulsive, suggestive of evil, and often disgusting in the extreme.

THE PRIESTS OF IDOLATRY

Temples are everywhere in India, hundreds and even thousands of idols being placed in them side by side. Usually these temples are surrounded by the devotees, or priests, who are the attendants of the gods, and act an important part in keeping up the whole abominable system.

These men would not meet a Westerner's ideal of priests, at least in appearance. Most of them are without clothing, save for a small loin cloth of salmon color. Many of them wear a great coil of hair, made by