the time he felt some chagrin.'

In 1876 the Mongolian trips were resumed. No colleague had yet been
secured for him, and, with a bravery and consecration beyond all praise,
Mrs. Gilmour accompanied him. This she did not once simply. For the
first journey the novelty of the experience and the conviction that she
could at any rate help to preserve her husband from the feeling of utter
loneliness, which had been so hard to bear in past years, were powerful
reasons. But she went a second and a third time. She went after the
novelty had worn off, after she had learned by very stern experience how
hard and rough the life was, after previous exposure had told but too
severely upon her physical strength. And thus she deserves the eulogy
passed upon her by her husband: 'She is a better missionary than I.'
Comparisons of this kind are obviously out of the question. But it would
be hard to find a more beautiful illustration of true wifely affection
than the love for her husband that made her willing to share his Mongol
tent as readily as the Peking compound. And if James Gilmour
manifested a Christlike love for the ignorant and stolid Mongols, so
also did the delicately nurtured and refined lady who, in order to do
her part in winning them to the Saviour, endured privations, faced
perils, and bore a daily and hourly series of trials so irksome and so
repugnant that no motive short of all-absorbing love to Jesus Christ is
strong enough to account for her endurance.

Here are some pictures of what this life meant to Mrs. Gilmour. The
first journey which they took together lasted from April 4 until
September 23, 1876, one hundred and thirty-six days being passed in
Mongolia itself.

'On the evening of April 25 we came upon our servants' tent,
already pitched beside some Mongol tents near a stream. Our things
were unloaded from the Chinese cart, which soon drove off and left
us fairly launched out on the Plain. We had two tents--one for
ourselves and one for our servants. They were both alike, made of
common blue Chinese cloth outside, and of commoner white Chinese
cloth inside. It was originally intended that our tent should be
private for our retirement and for Mrs. Gilmour's use; but we soon
found that this idea could not be carried out. The Mongols are so
much in the habit of going freely into everybody's tent in Mongolia
that we found we could not retain our tent to ourse