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Throughout the whole time occupied by the expedition, but more particularly in the later stages, the important chiefs kept continually in touch with "Ma" Slessor, and one official states that it was to her influence more than all the force and power of the Government emissaries that the final settlement of the country was due....
There ish no shoemaker's got a prettier wife-hic-than I have. Yesh shir, we drank a li'l toash to you, my dear." "Oh, Robert," said Mother Slessor to her husband, "I do hope you brought home some of your paycheck. We need it badly for food. We don't have any money in the house. All the food we have is what I kept back from the children's supper so you could eat."
Somebody said to her, "Mammy, I believe you would say a good word about the devil himself." "Well," she replied, "at any rate he minds his own business." "Dear old Mammy Fuller," Miss Slessor called her, little dreaming that Mammy would live to throw flowers into her grave. In the hush of a beautiful Sunday morning the new missionary begins what she calls the commonplace work of the day.
The Commissioner of the Eastern Province wrote in reply: DEAR MISS SLESSOR I have been informed of your decision to resign the Vice-Presidentship of the Ikotobong Native Court by the District Commissioner, Ikot Ekpene, which I note with great regret, and take this opportunity of thanking you for the assistance you have in the past given the Government, and of expressing my deep appreciation of the services you have rendered to the country during the period you have held the office which you have now relinquished.
Many of these evil customs she has stamped out, and Okoyong rarely gives trouble to its nominal rulers, the Consuls, in Old Calabar, and trade passes freely through it down to the seaports. This instance of what one white can do would give many important lessons in West Coast administration and development. Only the sort of man Miss Slessor represents is rare.
Mary Slessor had reached the first town in the war area. She found the hut where an old Calabar woman lived who knew the white Ma. "Who is there?" came a whisper from within. But even as she replied there was a swift patter of bare feet. Out of the darkness leapt a score of armed warriors. They were all round her.
"She will say for herself what she will do," said the chief. So he sent a messenger to Mary Slessor. She soon came over from her little house to learn what was needed of her. The story of the sick chief was again told. "What is the matter with your chief?" asked Mary Slessor. Blank faces and nodding heads showed that they knew nothing at all. "I must go to him," she declared.
Already they are trading in the principal towns, and in Arochuku a Mullah is sitting, smiling and expectant, and ingratiating himself with the people. Here the position should be strengthened; it is, as Miss Slessor knew, the master-key to the Ibo territory, for if the Aros are Christianised, they will carry the evangel with them over a wide tract of country.
All admirers of Mary Slessor will honour this lowly Scotswoman who came to her help in the day of her greatest need, and who quietly and efficiently fulfilled her task.... So the home life, the source of warmth and sweetness and sympathy, was closed down and she turned to face the future alone.
Slessor unhappily drifted into habits of intemperance and lost his situation, and when he suggested removing to Dundee, then coming to the front as an industrial town and promising opportunities for the employment of young people, his wife consented, although it was hard for her to part from old friends and associations.
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