CAPE PALMAS — HOW I GOT THERE — BROTHER WARE — BROTHER
SHARPER'S EXPERIENCE — A GREAT REVIVAL.
I had been trying to get to Cape Palmas for three years before
I reached there. Dear Mr. Harmon, then pastor of Mt. Scott
Methodist Church, had so kindly written for me to come, and had
arranged for me, and I had got my things packed. But no steamer
called at Monrovia that would stop at Cape Palmas; so I had
waited two or three months.
Then a rumor came that small-pox was raging at Cape Palmas;
another delay for me. There were no railways, or cable cars run¬
ning yet; neither were there livery stables, where one could hire
a team. These are things that are yet to be; until then, we must
wait, and of course pray a little. However, it turned out all right
in my case.
Brother Harmon died, and after his death Reverend Ware had
charge. He was so different in spirit and government from
Brother Harmon. He had treated me most kindly at Monrovia,
with some little exceptions, which I did not mind so much, for
when it came to temperance and holiness, there are ministers and
laymen in this country, who, notwithstanding their light and
privilege, stand just where he, and others, stand on these points.
Then he was very bitterly opposed to a woman preaching, or
taking any part in a public way. He had a very high apprecia¬
tion of that especial text of Paul's: " Let your women keep silence
in the churches, and if they would know anything, let them ask
their husbands at home: " and, as I had no husband at home to
ask, I thought according to my orders in John, I had my author¬
ity from the words of the Master:
"Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained
you, that you might go and bring forth fruit, that your fruit