There are nations embarked on the ocean of life, nations that have newly come under the three-fold cross of the Union Jack, nations that until quite recently were unknown to the Government official, the newspaper writer, or even the geographer. Out of a long unconsciousness they are suddenly awaking. The dawn of the morning of civilization is breaking over their lands. They find themselves they know not where. They are asking the way.

‘“‘ Where are we?

‘‘Long in darkness we have waited For the shining of the light ; Long have felt the things we hated Sink us still in deeper night.

“Christians, can you help us? Lost on the ocean of life, we meet you—we call to you. Some of us are cannibals— why not, we are heathen. Some of us have even eaten our own parents. Is it wrony? Where are we? “We have fought our level best against the slave-raiding Mohammedans whom you Christian people honour. You have conquered them and us. You honour them and despise us. Your God is stronger than the god of Islam. Teach us to worship Him, who has made you so great.

= you give no answer. Do you mean us to become Mohammedans? Is the false prophet to be lord of our Jand of darkness—of our Sudan—of our Africa ?

“WHERE ARE WE?”

If ever men called for light and guidance, the Pagans of the Central Sudan are calling now. Look at this 3