From Scottish Moors To African Swamps.

A Story of Missionary Life in Uganda.
By C.J.L.
London: G. Morrish, 20 Paternoster Square, E.C.

Contents.
Chapter 1. A Missionary Exhibition
Chapter 2. A Scotch Laddie
Chapter 3. A Mother's Influence
Chapter 4. A Boy's Request
Chapter 5. First Thoughts of Africa
Chapter 6. School Life and Business Training
Chapter 7. A Long Journey
Chapter 8. Fever and Famine
Chapter 9. On the March
Chapter 10. Fresh Trials
Chapter 11. Uganda at Last
Chapter 12. Dark Days
Chapter 13. Unfriendly Arabs
Chapter 14. Letters from Home
Chapter 15. Market-Day in Uganda
Chapter 16. A Royal Funeral
Chapter 17. Boat-Builders
Chapter 18. The New King
Chapter 19. Testing Times
Chapter 20. A Noble Army of Martyrs
Chapter 21. Great Changes
Chapter 22. Friends from Afar
Chapter 23. Called Higher

Chapter 1.

A Missionary Exhibition.

Not very long ago what was called "A Missionary Exhibition" was held in one of the largest buildings in London; for the three weeks during which it remained open it was visited every weekday by numbers of people. Grown-up people were there in crowds, but there was also a fair
sprinkling of boys and girls, who took an intelligent interest in what they saw, and really wanted to learn all they could about the dark places of the earth. They will not, I think, soon forget the delightful stories, told by more than one missionary, of the people among whom he or she (for more than one lady missionary told us about Chinese women or Indian schoolgirls) had been seeking to make known the sweet story of salvation through the precious blood of Christ.

"What was to be seen?" I am afraid that if I were to try to write down the names of all the articles exhibited you would not think the first chapter of "From Scottish Moors to African Swamps" an interesting one, and might not even care to read the second; so I will only name two or three.

In the "Indian Court" some very beautiful shawls were shewn, made by native workmen. A loom, so simple and almost clumsy that it was not easy to believe that stuffs so varied in design and rich in colour could have been woven upon it, was also shewn. Carved work in ivory, and chains and necklets of Indian gold met the eye at every turn, but from all the forms of beauty and blaze of colour many turned sadly away to look at the idols, of which quite a number were on view. Some were large, others small