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                                       Reminiscences
                                            1900-1923
                                      Miss Fanny I-utton

             A    STRANGER in a strange land. My first impressions were
                   very pessimistic. First the language, an impossible mountain
                   to climb. The people: should 1 ever become acquainted with
                   them and understand all their strange customs? The climate:
             should 1 be able to endure it, let alone enjoy it?
               I think proficiency in the language means hard work and stick-tu-
             it-iveness more than ability or genius. As for the people, when one
             lives in their midst, and goes in and out among them in their daily
             life, under the guidance of the Holy Spirit and praying for love,
             common sense and tact will not only enable one to get acquainted
             but will also win friends.
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               1 have learned in regard to the climate that one needs just as much
             guidance in this matter also. One must not act foolishly or do as                      . I
             we would do in a good climate. Carelessness or disregard of the sun
             mid mosquitoes, unsuitable diet and many other things which are
             needful to know and avoid, bring their own penalty, but often can
             only be learned by hard and painful experience.                                         «
               How the stakes have been widened and strengthened since I first
             stepped on Arabian soil. Only two lady missionaries in Bahrein, Mrs.                    V
             Zw enter and Mrs. Marion Thoms, and Mrs. Barny in Basrah. Converts
             few, not may inquirers, but many friendly and attracted by medical and
             evangelistic workers. I had many fears of being assassinated when
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             1 first stepped out alone with only a few short sentences of Arabic
             as my slock itt trade. A public well was near the old Mission House.                     l.
             At first 1 was afraid to venture beyond it and used to sit and listen                    :
             lo the women as they talked to each other, in this way trying to learn
             »uine of the spoken dialect. 1 used a Scripture picture roll and tried
             lu talk and explain. I had a lively imagination and 1 am afraid I am
             guilty of relating some marvellous tales to my fellow missionaries on
             my return to the house. Sometimes l was cornered when they said,
             •*llu\v did you say that in Arabic?” It was then I found it wise to
             resort to my Irish ancestors and deemed silence the better part of
             discretion.
               In those days we lived in a native house somewhat remodelled, hut
             lacking many necessary comforts. A visitor now would see considerable
             change and growth in comparison to those early days. There are now
             many missionaries, mission houses, hospitals and churches, and yes -
              uniisc Cod from whom all blessings llow—seekers and converts, many
              interested and many friends, l-ast night when l heard two converts
              praying, a husband and wife who have come out from Islam into Christ,
              my heart was filled with praise and thanksgiving. Cud sets a priceless
              >aluc on one soul and deems it worth more than the whole world.
              So it has been worth while to live and labor here in this strange land
              ami among its strange people.
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