-five days. And he crossed the
third. Then with his shoulders square and resolve in his face he went out
with the rest.

As the missionaries sat before their home on the following day, they saw
Afa Bibo coming across the yard to them. Calling the doctor aside, he
said,

"Doctor, I am not satisfied with what I pledged yesterday. I want to give
more."

"But, Afa," said the doctor, "already you have pledged thirty days. That
is a great deal for a boy to give. A pledge to God from you must be as
binding as His promise is to us. Work out the thirty days and then come
back and give Him more if you like."

"But I am not happy about it," said the boy, "I want to give more."

"I think you had better leave it just as it is, for I am sure you do not
know how long thirty days will be when you begin to give it all. Run along
and do your lessons. I think you have given much to God," said the
Doctor.

Then Afa slowly came very near to the doctor. Looking up into his face, he
pulled down the lower lid of the good eye showing it to be white and free
from all soreness and pain.

"Doctor," he said, "do you see that good eye? Well, God saved me that eye
and I have more to be thankful for than any one else in all that big
churchful yesterday. I owe him more than thirty days. Please, sir, I want
to pay back a little of what I owe him. Let me make it thirty-five."

So together the doctor, who had given his life for God, and the little
black boy, who was just beginning to give, went to the church and put
another black mark on the tall white pole. And Afa Bibo went out to work
his thirty-five days for God.

Were you to go among the Ntum people to-day, you would find there a man
who is beloved by all because he has loved to give of himself to his
people. He has a kindly face and a loving heart. It is Afa Bibo, the boy
who is still eager to pay for his one good eye.

HOW KAGIGEGABO BECAME A BRAVE

Kagigegabo sat in front of the wigwam watching the fire slowly die out.
Her heart was full of bitterness. For days she had watched the Braves get
ready for the long chase. They had painted their faces; they had given
their war cries; they had fasted and prayed.

And now they had gone and the camp seemed very still. Oh! how she had
wanted to go! Why was she born a girl when she did want to be a Brave!
Girls could never do brave things--they had to stay at home, and tend the
fires, and hoe the garden. Everything a girl had to do, sh