Part 13 (2/2)

Next a man missionary was sent to Arochuku, and came back with such a glowing story of the numbers of people living there, and their longing for the right way, that he was sent up at once to open a station.

Then the Church told Ma that they would place two ladies at Akpap, and she need not return, but remain in the wilds and be a pioneer.

The sky of her life, which had been so dark before, now became clear and blue and filled with suns.h.i.+ne.

One afternoon a Government officer visited her and said:

”Ma, what are we going to do?”

The same question was always being put to her. Everybody, from the British officials down to runaway slaves, came to her for counsel and help; few did anything in that part of the country without first talking to her about it.

”What is it now?” she asked.

”We want a magistrate for this big and important district, and we want a very clever and strong person who will be able to rule the people and see justice done.”

”Well?” she asked again.

”Oh, Ma, don't you see what I'm driving at?”

”Fine that,” she answered with a twinkle. ”You want a very clever and strong man to rule this people, and see justice done, a very worthy aim.”

”Quite so, and you are the man we want, Ma.”

”Me? hoots, laddie, the tea must have gone to your head!”

”No, Ma, I'm serious. We officers can't do the work; we haven't the language for one thing, and you know it better than the natives themselves; also you know all their ways and tricks; they wors.h.i.+p you; you have great power over them; and what a chance to protect the women and punish the men as you like! Think of the twins, Ma!”

”Ay,” mused Ma, ”it might help G.o.d's work. I don't like it, but I would do it for His sake.”

”Thank you, Ma. Your official t.i.tle will be Vice-President of the Native Court, but of course you will be the real President and do as you like.

The salary will be----”

”I'll take no salary,” she snapped. ”I'm not doing it for the Government. I'm doing it for G.o.d.”

By and by the letter from the Government came appointing her, and saying that her salary would be given to the Mission to help on her work.

So Ma became again the only woman judge in the Empire. The Court was held in a thatched building at Ikotobong. Ma sat at a small table, and around her were the chiefs getting their first lessons in acting justly and mercifully towards wrongdoers. Often she had to keep them in order.

They were very fond of talking, and if they did not hold their tongues she just rose and boxed their ears.

She sat long days trying the cases, her only food a cup of tea and a biscuit and a tin of sweets. She needed all her courage to get through, for the stories of sin and cruelty and shame poured into her ears were terrible for a white woman to hear. ”We do not know how she does it,”

the other missionaries said. She could not have done it had it not been that she wanted to save her black sisters and the little children from the misery they suffered.

She was like no other judge in the world, because she had no books to guide her in dealing with the cases, nothing but her knowledge of the laws and customs of the people and her own good sense. She knew every nook and cranny of the native mind, and although many lies are told in African Courts, no one ever deceived her. They often tried, but she always found them out, and then they would cower and slink away before her flas.h.i.+ng eye.

Very difficult questions which puzzled the Government officials had sometimes to be decided, but Ma was never at a loss. Once two tribes laid claim to a piece of land, and a British Commissioner tried for days to find out to whom it belonged, and failed. He was in despair. Ma came, and as usual appealed to the people themselves.

”Isn't it the custom for the tribes to whom land belongs to sacrifice to it?”

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