It  was  a  delightful  scene  of  international  good
will  and  of  sympathy  with  our  special  work.  Even
Don  Felipe's  old  mother,  a  communicant  in  the
ancient  church,  had  come  to  witness  the  ceremony;
and  she  warmly  grasped  my  hand  in  both  of  hers
while  the  tears  rolled  down  her  cheeks,  thus  ac-
knowledging a  common  bond  of  Christian  faith.
Great  was  our  rejoicing  over  this  gathering  of  the
first  fruits  of  the  harvest  which  was  to  be.
CHAPTER  X

A  TOURING  EVANGELIST

Early  in  December  I  started  south  with  a  stock
of  sixty  copies  of  the  Scriptures,  as  a  whole  or  in
part,  and  twenty-five  hundred  tracts.  My  first
stop  was  at  Santa  Rosalia,  a  town  of  about  five
thousand  inhabitants,  and  distant  one  hundred
miles.  After  dinner  I  went  to  the  market  to  offer
my  books,  and  before  sunset  had  sold  them  all.
The  next  morning  in  the  same  place  all  the  tracts
remaining  in  my  possession  were  disposed  of  be-
fore ten  o'clock,  some  of  the  street  venders  buy-
ing small  stocks  of  the  booklets  which  were  offered
at  prices  so  low  as  to  leave  them  a  good  margin
for  profit.  As  no  material  remained  for  other
places  along  the  line  of  projected  travel,  it  seemed
best  to  return  home.
