have gone to sleep. We reached home about seven o'clock, and all pronounced Hoa Kao a beautiful stream. We felt very grateful to Chow O'Boon for giving us the use of her elephants and thus affording us so much pleasure."
But better perhaps than all else of reward or comfort in a missionary's experience are the consistent life and triumphant death of one rescued from the darkness and superstition of his people and brought into the kingdom of God. The man mentioned in the following account, the first Laos convert, had for a number of years been walking with God in humble faith:
"Dear old Nan Intah is at rest—gone to be with Jesus whom he loved. I wish that many of those who talk so much about the failure of mission-work could have been at his bedside and seen his resigned and peaceful death.
"When told that he could not live through the day, he turned to his eldest child and committed the mother to his care. He gave his hand to each of us first, then to his dear faithful wife and children and grandchildren, and last to the church-members, saying to them, 'Be patient! be patient! trust in Jesus, all of you.' To his youngest son he said, 'I am walking on the way you all must go; only be ready for our Lord. Oh, my son, do not fall from the right path. Trust in the Lord now, and do his work, as I have tried
