st by the hundreds and now by thousands, the product
of this school was spreading a sense of Christian life-values through
all the vast island and ocean spaces from Rangoon to New Guinea, and
from Batavia to Sulu.

But it may as well be told that, even more than China, India made the
deepest impress on the mind and heart of our tool-traveler. From the
moment when he landed in Calcutta to the moment when he watched the low
coasts of the Ganges delta merge into the horizon far astern, India
would not let him alone. He saw poverty such as could scarcely be
described, and religious rites the very telling of which might sear the
tongue. If China's poor had a certain apathy which seemed like poise,
even in their wretchedness, not so India's, but, rather, a slow-moving
misery, a dull progress toward nothing better, with only nothingness and
its empty peace at last.

Once in Calcutta, and his business plans set going, he started out to
find some of the city's Christian forces. They were not easy to find. As
in every Oriental city, missionary work is relatively small. Indeed, J.
W. began to think that this third city of Asia had little religion of
any sort.

He had been prepared in part for the first meager showing of mission
work. On shipboard he had encountered the usual assortment of missionary
critics; the unobservant, the profane, the superior, the loose-living,
and all that tribe. The first of them he had met on the second day out
from San Francisco, and every boat which sailed the Eastern seas
appeared to carry its complement of self-appointed and all-knowing
enemies of the whole missionary enterprise. While steaming up the Bay of
Bengal, the anti-mission chorus appeared at its critical best. J.W. was
told as they neared Calcutta that the Indian Christian was servile, and
slick and totally untrustworthy. Never had these expert observers seen a
genuine convert, but only hypocrites, liars, petty thieves, and
grafters.

In spite of it all, at last he found the Methodist Mission, and it was
not so small, when once you saw the whole of it. By great good fortune
his instructions from home ordered him up country as far as Cawnpore.
And to his delight he met a Methodist bishop, one of the new ones, who
was setting out with a party for the Northwest. So, on the bishop's most
cordial invitation, he joined himself to the company, and learned in a
day or two from experts how to make the best of India's rather trying
travel condi