" Bishop do you think we will have to go back to shore?"
" Oh, no," he said, in perfect confidence, "it will be all right."
And sure enough, word came to the Bishop from the captain:
"All right; we will take you."
My! didn't I whirl? Dinner! I didn't want any. I was full
of joy and gladness. I hadn't any room for anything else until
Now, then, you may say what you please, explain it as you like,
but if Bishop Taylor had not been a white man, not simply a
Bishop, but a white man, as sure as this world, we would have had
to come all that way back to shore in the night. And I did thank
the Lord down in my heart for a white Bishop that time.
We were two nights and a day on the vessel and arrived at
Cape Palmas about ten a. m. Friday.
I shall never forget the delight of the dear people when they
saw the Bisop and myself. The children crowded around like he
had [been a father, more than a Bishop. He was so kind, and
shook hands with them, and had a pleasant word for all. The
little, native boys danced and laughed, and seemed so glad.
When I saw the Christian spirit so manifest among the people
toward the Bishop and myself, I came nearly crying out. Oh! it
was so different from what it seemed to be in Bassa.
We were conducted from the landing at Cape Palmas to
Sister Harmon's; she received us gladly, and entertained us
Sunday was to be quarterly meeting; so it seemed to be such
a propitious time for us to arrive just then.
Brother Ware had notified the brethren, and the Bishop held
his quarterly conference Friday afternoon at four o'clock, and
preached on Saturday night to a full congregation. Of course
everybody turned out, Baptists, Episcopalians, and Methodists,
(those were the only denominations at Cape Palmas), senators,
lawyers, deacons, etc.
Among the dignitaries I noticed his honor, Bishop Ferguson.
It was the first time I had ever seen him.
But everybody seemed to be interested in this American
Bishop. And he preached a grand, old-fashioned Holy Ghost
sermon, as everybody knows he can. I think that Bishop Fer¬
guson was rather pleased, until he heard the good Bishop speak of
Standing on a hogshead, in California, I think it was, and preach-