re crying bitterly. Mr. Goforth looked as if he were
dying. The women standing round us were weeping now. This was too much
for the men, who came forward saying, "We will save you." One ran and
got some stuff to put in the wounds, assuring us it would stop the flow
of blood, and it did. This man helped me to bandage up the wounds with
bandages made from garments taken from myself and the children. They
helped my husband, and we followed them into a little hut, where they
laid him on a straw bed and locked us in. Hot water for bathing our
bruises, food and drink were handed us through a small window, and we
could hear them planning how they would save us. We told them how
anxious we were to hear of our friends and little Ruth, so they sent a
man to inquire.

We found that these people--the whole village--were Mohammedans, and had
taken no part in the attack. We felt that God had wonderfully directed
our steps to that village.

All that day Mr. Goforth lay still, but looked at times so very white
that I feared the worst. Never for one moment, I believe, during that
day did I cease to pray for his life. And when Mr. ----, one of our
party, arrived about four o'clock looking for us, Mr. Goforth at once
got up as if perfectly well, insisting on walking to the cart. To me,
knowing how he had looked that day, it seemed only a miracle. His only
answer to my protest was, "Only pray; the Lord will give me strength, as
long as he has work for me to do."

As we were leaving, the kind friends of the village gathered round
insisting on my taking some old clothes to put round the children, who
were almost naked, saying, "It will be chilly at night." As we went
forward to join the others, Mr. ---- told us how one by one all had
escaped. Dr. ---- was the only one beside Mr. Goforth seriously injured,
the poor fellow having had his kneecap severed and the tendons of his
right wrist badly cut, besides many other wounds.

All that day our friends had been waiting by the roadside, unable to
proceed without carts, owing to the doctor's condition. They had joined
in one petition, that God would move the carters to come. Those who know
China and heathen carters will readily acknowledge that it was nothing
short of a miracle--the miracle of answered prayer--that made these
heathen carters come, after all they had already gone through. For come
they did, five of them, all that were needed, now that our luggage was
gone. We learned too, that