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                      There it stands, ready for out-calls. Saalam, the chauffeur, an ex-
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                      patient of the hospital who in a living condition was cast upon the
                      hospital verandah by his friends a year or two ago, stands ready loo.
                      He loves his new job. Early in the morning lie gels the engine in
                      order, gasoline in the tank, and the body of the car dusted and polished
                      if necessary. Nothing pleases him more than to see the doctor or
                      inline rush out tm an emergency call, or when during the spare minutes
                      between clinic and operating, he cun leave his post as door-keeper and
                      accompany either one on their daily calls. Formerly these calls were
                      made oil donkey or on foot, and many a hot, weary walk has the doctor
                      had at noon-day after finishing a heavy clinic. Now the calls are made
                      in no time at all. And not only is the doctor’s time saved and the
                      nurse’s, but the patient lias not had to wait.


                       A Three Weeks’ Trip Through The Persian Gulf

                                              Miss Anne Ki:a
                      tMiii Rea was a 'member ot Mrs Is. E. Olcutt’s party which visited our Arabian
                                            Mission last winter.—Ed.)

                      A     S I think of Arabia many impressions and pictures crowd into
                             my mind. It seems like a dream, now that I am back in the
                   ■         old environment of America—but a dream that is very real.
                               I have only to close my eyes and l am back on the "Bandra.”
                      our good old cargo ship of the British India Line. We boarded her in
                      Uuinbay and were on her for three weeks going up the Persian Gulf,
                      popping one day in Gwadur in Baluchistan and one day in Jask in
                      Persia. At Maskat, our first stop in Arabia, we spent a few hours with
                      Mia* Button and Dr. Hosmon. At Bahrein we spent the night with
                      Doctor and Mrs. Dame. They took us through their hospital and we
                          many Arab men and women who had come long distances by
                      caravan.  The Arab is dirty, he has no idea of hygeine, lie is a fanatic,
                      hut I believe when he once trusts you and believes in you you have
                      his friendship for life. The missionaries are trying to do this. It is
                      t ilu\v job, Us the Mohammedan is in danger of his life when he becomes
                      i Christian and one realizes this saying is true—“Once a Mohammedan,
                      always a Mohammedan.” However, if that spirit of stoicism, courage,
                      independence and religious fervor can he directed into right channels
                      Arabia will grow very rapidly. I believe Dr. Harrison of Kuweit has
                      the right idea, try to see their point of view and then show them he has
                      *mietlung more to add to it—so much bigger and more wonderful.
                        Dr. Dame took us in his car outside the city walls, through the desert
                      lo an oasis where they go in summer to bathe. In Bahrein there were
                      ,*i trees, all was much the same earthy clay color, nothing to relieve it
                      hot the blue water of the Gulf and the glory of the sunrises and sunsets
                      »hich spread a glow over all. As never before I realized what an
                           meant to an oriental—green, green palm trees, shade, and fresh
                      clear water that does not taste of salt. Donkeys carry this water into
                      lUhrein—goatskins full of it are strapped on their backs. It is very
                      peccious and many cannot get it.
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