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The Missionaries

The Missionary

It had been a long day for reverend Eastwood. Moving into the vicarage had taken two very busy days and he sat in his new study relaxing with a well-earned coffee his wife Amelia had brought him. His eyes ranged over the well-stocked library shelves the previous reverend had left behind in the vicarage. Looking along one shelf he noticed a few books at the end weren't sitting flush with the others.

Being slightly compulsive, it irked him somewhat. "That needs fixing" he thought to himself. "It can wait until tomorrow." As he sat enjoying his relaxing coffee, it continued to irritate him. "Maybe it can't wait" he said out loud as he walked towards the problem intending to fix it.

The books would not push in flush with the others. Something was preventing it. Taking a couple of dust covered books away, it was obvious what the problem was. There was a book behind them. Retrieving it, he was startled to find it was a diary.

Curious about what was in it, he returned to his comfortable chair and coffee. Opening the front cover, he began to read;

December 1937 This is the diary of James Lock, Chapham village Somerset.

If anyone should discover this diary or should I say memoir it is because I failed to destroy it before I died. It is not my day-to-day diary but a secret one which I would not like to fall into the hands of others. The reasons will become obvious as the tale unfolds. I only write it because the contents are so outlandish, I could be ...

... forgiven if they were the results of possible delirium, and so that I may wish to revisit the events at a later day to affirm my sanity.

The following descriptions of events and recollections of conversations are as close to verbatim as I remember, together with conversations with my wife Florence, of recollections of both spoken word and her thoughts at the time, and also of consideration of the fact that some details were recorded in retrospect at a later date. I recorded some of these events in a journal shortly after they occurred, some copied from my wife's own journals, and some which I made from recollected events at later dates, which were finally compiled to form this full record.

In early 1901 I was contacted by my bishop to see if I would replace the missionary in Northeast Nigeria in Africa who was in failing health. The details of which are irrelevant to the account, suffice to say that I, after consulting my wife of five years agreed. She if anything, was more enthusiastic than I about bringing the word of the Lord to ignorant heathens.

The following narrative is accurate in all details to the best of my recollections, together with my wife's;

February 1901

The expedition had been well planned by the Baptist church back in Britain, planning our journey from England by steamship and then by riverboat and finally by caravan.

The steamship passage was uneventful but still a novel adventure, I having never having travelled by sea before. Enjoying ...