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                     than mere courtesy. I have never seen an audience in Arabia or at home
                     no keen to ask questions afterward about the meaning and implications of
                     what they have heard, as the little company of perhaps fifty who listen
                     each Sunday afternoon to a simple Gospel talk in Matrah. Oman is a
                     district which forbids the use of tobacco just as Nejd does, but Oman is
                     a land of tolerance and courtesy, which can hardly be,said of Nejd. The
                     visiting doctor is not an infidel and the son of a dog simply because he is
                     a Christian. The religious faculty seems fresher and less hardened here
                     than anywhere else in the whole of Arabia.
                       Tragedy is everywhere. Oman is a nest of slavery, though to be sure
                     not in Muscat where the British rule. One day in an inland town a
                     splendid youngster came to a crowded clinic. “What is your name?”
                     “Boniface.” It was like a whiff of some childhood fragrance. “And
                     where are you from?” It appeared he was a product of Catholic schools
                     in Africa, and kidnapped from there is now u nominal Moslem in Arabia,
                     lie needed no medicine; what he wanted was help In running awuy. I























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                      hive never seen him since. It was another of that race who at the end
                      of a hard day came to ask whether there would be time ^fter supper to
                      read some more parables to him. He was an old man and his face had
                      on it the marks of a long and a hard and a patient life. His simple sin­
                      cerity made a great impression. The soul locked up in that prison had
                      *cry few windows to let in the sunshine. A pathetic appreciation of the
                      limple parables of Jesus may seem a slim basis for any hope of eternal
                      tile, hut when l remember that humble earnest faithful old man, I like
                      to remember thut Luzurus gained a place in Abraham's bosom on the
                      ta*i3 of his uncomplaining patience through a hard life*.
                       The work ahead of us is enormous. “Yes,” said a thoughtful dignified
                      theikh to me as I sat in his mejlis, “I have the Gospel, too. One of your
                      aissionaries gave me a copy twenty years ago. I frequently get it down
                      ind try to read it, but its Arabic is so strange that I understand nothing.”
                      The Arabic of the standard translation is doubtless excellent Arabic for
                      Syria, but a tragedy of that sort can have, but one reply. Somebody
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