White Queen of the Cannibals | Page 4

church, but
not so many who are willing to teach at the mission. I am willing. I will
teach there if you will give me a class. Please do."
"But Mary, those children are tough and mean. You couldn't handle
them. You could not make them behave. You are hardly more than a
child yourself."
"Oh, please let me try," said Mary, "I do so want to tell those boys and
girls about my Saviour. Please let me try. Then if I don't make good,
you can get someone else in my place."
"Very well," said the superintendent, "I will give you a class, but I warn
you those children are tough and mean and hard to handle."

#2#
A Brave Girl "Quit pestering us to come to church. If you don't let us
alone, we'll hurt you," shouted Duncan, the leader of a group of tough
boys in the slums.
Mary prayed God to make her brave and then said, "I will not stop
trying to get you to come to church. I will not stop trying to tell you
about Jesus, the Saviour. Do whatever you like."
These boys had often tried to interrupt and break up the services, but

Mary went out into the streets and tried to persuade and coax the young
people to come and hear the Word of God.
"All right then," said Duncan. "Here goes." He took a piece of lead
from his pocket and tied it to a long string. He began to swing it around
his head. Each time he whirled the lead, it came closer to Mary's face.
Mary did not move. The gang watched. They held their breath as it
came closer and closer to her blue eyes. Mary did not blink. Finally, it
grazed her forehead. Still Mary did not move. Duncan dropped the
piece of lead to the ground.
"We can't scare her, boys," he said. "She's game."
"There is Someone who is far braver than I am. He's the One who
makes me brave. Won't you come to the services and hear about Him?"
asked Mary.
"All right, Spunky, I will," said Duncan. "And the rest of the fellows
will, too. Come on, boys, we're going to the church tonight and no
funny business."
This was not the only time that Mary had to face the tough boys and
girls of the slums. But she had a Friend who was closer to her than even
her dear mother. He made her strong and brave and true. Mary loved
her Saviour, and was ready to do whatever He might want her to do.
Her class grew larger all the time. She visited the members in their
slum homes. She fitted herself into the family. If the baby needed
tending, she tended to it. If someone was sick, she helped to nurse the
sick person. Always she told the family about Christ and His power to
save. The people of the slums came to love this home missionary and
many of them were won to Christ through her work.
The years went by. Did Mary still remember she wanted to be a
missionary in Calabar? Yes, she remembered, but now she had all she
could do to support her family. Since Robert, the would-be missionary,
had died, Mother Slessor hoped that her youngest son John would be a
missionary. But God had other plans. John became sick. He was sent to

New Zealand for his health, but died when he arrived in that country.
Was there to be no missionary from the Slessor family?
Whenever missionaries came to the Wishart Church or to Dundee,
Mother Slessor, Mary, Susan and Janie would go to hear them. At
home they would read the stories of missionaries and their work. They
read missionary magazines. They read about the missionaries in China,
Africa, Japan, India, and even Calabar.
One day William Anderson, a missionary to the West Coast of Africa,
came to the little church. He told of the great need for missionaries in
Africa. He told of the bad things which the people did who did not
know Jesus.
Sitting in church, listening to the missionary, Mary saw in her mind a
picture of Africa. It was not a beautiful picture. She saw captured
Negroes being taken to other lands as slaves. She saw alligators and
crocodiles swimming in the muddy waters, ever ready to eat black
children who would come too close to the river. She saw cannibal
chiefs at their terrible feasts and fearful battles with spears and arrows.
She saw villages where trembling prisoners dipped their hands in
boiling oil to test their guilt; where wives were killed to go with their
dead chief into the spiritland. But these things did not frighten the
Scottish girl who was afraid