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138 AMONG THE SIAMESE AND THE LAO<br />

cute our work without let or hindr<strong>an</strong>ce. O<strong>the</strong>r<br />

princes <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> officers were pleased to give <strong>the</strong> same assur<strong>an</strong>ce.<br />

With <strong>the</strong> Prince's party <strong>the</strong>re came a large<br />

mail from friends in B<strong>an</strong>gkok, giving full particulars<br />

of <strong>the</strong> negotiations that were stopped by <strong>the</strong> sudden<br />

illness of <strong>the</strong> Prince, <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> clearing up <strong>the</strong> questions<br />

about which we were so much in doubt. The interposition<br />

of Providence had been so marked that we could<br />

only st<strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> in awe before Him who had so wonderfully<br />

led us. For, after <strong>the</strong> utmost stretch of my own<br />

credulity in trying to trust <strong>the</strong> Prince, my final conviction<br />

is that, had he lived, he <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> <strong>the</strong> mission could<br />

not have existed in <strong>the</strong> same country. He could never<br />

have endured to see his people becoming Christi<strong>an</strong>s<br />

Not that he cared so much for Buddhism; but it<br />

would have been a const<strong>an</strong>t challenge to his autocratic<br />

rule.<br />

In March, while <strong>the</strong> scenes of this tragic drama were<br />

slowly enacting in B<strong>an</strong>gkok, <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> while we were<br />

<strong>an</strong>xiously awaiting <strong>the</strong> denouement, we had a pleas<strong>an</strong>t<br />

episode of <strong>an</strong>o<strong>the</strong>r kind. One morning we were surprised<br />

to learn from some natives that out on <strong>the</strong> plain,<br />

not far from <strong>the</strong> city, <strong>the</strong>y had passed two white foreigners,<br />

a m<strong>an</strong> <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> a wom<strong>an</strong>, <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> that <strong>the</strong>y were coming<br />

to our house. Sure enough, about ten o'clock, who<br />

should ride up but Rev. <strong><strong>an</strong>d</strong> Mrs. J. N. Gushing of <strong>the</strong><br />

Americ<strong>an</strong> Baptist Mission in Burma! What <strong>an</strong> unexpected<br />

pleasure! For three years we had seen but<br />

two white faces outside of our own little circle. Some<br />

of our latest news from home friends was eleven months<br />

old when we received it. What a social feast we did<br />

have!<br />

They had started from Shwegyin, Burma, had made<br />

a tour west of <strong>the</strong> Salwin River, crossed over to Keng

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