Identifier: lifelightforwoma44woma (find matches)
Title: Life and light for woman
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Woman's Board of Missions
Subjects: Congregational churches
Publisher: (Boston : Woman's Boards of Missions
Contributing Library: Wellesley College Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Library Consortium Member Libraries

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Beira I traveled by ship. Beira is quite a little town at the mouth of the Buzi and the Pungwe Rivers. I think that if you should go there what would amuse and interest you most would be the funny little trolleys in which everyone rides up and down the streets. They are pushed by native boys, on rails which are laid in the sand; and most of them have hoods for protection from the tropical sun. You see almost no animals in Beira—even dogs are very scarce. What interested me most was the natives—crowds and crowds of native men and boys who have come to the town to seek for work. Everywhere you go you see them, sitting by the trolleys awaiting their masters; lying igi4\ On the Return Journey 397 full length face downwards asleep on the sand; working in gangs and companies, singing and shouting as they work; washing and ironing in the shade of a tree or a house; streaming in and out of the drink shops, or sitting by the bar while they drink the vile adulterated wine which is their curse and ruin.
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ARRIVING AT BEIRA My heart ached as I looked at them and remembered that, at present, there is no missionary at all in Beira to tell them of God and his love, and his power to save them from sin and drink and destruction. I know that you will rejoice with us in the hope that, before many more months have passed, Mr. Maxwell and Dr. Laurenz will have come to live in Beira for this very purpose. From Beira I came by train through Portuguese Terri-tory to Umtali—the first railway station in Rhodesia. I think you will find the name marked on the map, if you look for it. I reached Umtali at about twelve o'clock at night, Saturday night, so it was Sunday morning before I had finished getting my luggage through the British Customs House.It had already gone through the Portuguese Customs House at Beira. I spent a few hours at a hotel, and then started at six o'clock in the morning on the journey of one hundred and sixty-five miles by mule cart to Silinda. 398 Life and Light ( September

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