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                      lhan mere courtesy,   I have never seen an audience in Arabia or at home
                      so 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
                      lhan 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 a nominal Moslem in Arabia,
                      lie needed no medicine; wlutl lie wanted wan help in running uwuy. I






















                                        PRINCE'S CASTLE AT SOHAR. OMAN

                       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 ^ifter 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
                       bfc, hut when 1 remember that humble earnest faithful old man, I like
                       lo remember that loizarus gained a place in Abraham’s bosom on the
                       Uiis 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
                       guuionaries gave me a copy twenty years ago. I frequently get it down
                       iad 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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