The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1928, Page 40

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THE LUTHERAN PIONEER.

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teacher in the day-school for about nineteen years ;
nine years in Mount Pleasant, N. C., and ten years
in Atlanta, Ga. She was serving in this capacity
when her end came. As teacher she was successful,
possessing a winning personality. She drew to
herself the hearts of both parents and children.

She requested of her husband that her funeral
be preached at Grace Church, Concord, N. C.,
where she was baptized and confirmed, and that
her body be buried in St. Peter’s Cemetery, Ca-
barrus, County, N. C., the first pastorate of her
husband.

Mrs. Alston was conscious to the end and gave
to her husband the assurance that she was ready

Former Papuan Cannibals.

and willing-to die. She put her hope in Christ,
her Savior. Therefore her friends and loved ones
do not mourn as do those who have no hope.

The great mass of flowers, together with the
many telegrams and letters of sympathy received by
her husband manifested the esteem in which she
was held.

The funeral sermon was preached on Sunday
afternoon, January 1, in Grace Church, Concord;
by the pastor, Rev. M. Holsten. The text was
1 Chron. 29,15. The committal of the body was
at St. Peter’s Cemetery, Cabarrus County, by the
local pastor, J. W. Fuller. J. W.F.

Tus is a lost world to be saved and not simply
an ignorant world to be educated.

A Strange Signal.

Once as Missionary Kunze and a companion
named Pilkuhn returned to the island of Dampier
from the mainland of New Guinea, some of the
worst savages noticed their boats. In a few mo-
ments they had entered them, and the missionaries
found themselves surrounded by wild-looking men
armed with bows and arrows. They intended either
to rob or to kill the white men. Already a number
of hands reached for the boat to stop it and to begin
their murderous work.

Kunze’s four oarsmen were excited. His com-
panion, who had just come from Germany, did not
know what to do. He had a shot-
gun, loaded with birdshot. But the
use of the shotgun would have made
matters worse. The report might
have caused the Papuans to fall
back, but they would have begun
shooting their arrows. Therefore
Missionary Kunze put the gun out
of the way and picked up a small
stick he found in the boat. Then he
told the oarsmen to get ready and
to work hard. He hit the fingers
reached out and caused them to let
go of their hold. His boat shot
ahead. But the Papuans also in-
creased their speed.

As all boats were moving rapidly,
it did not take long until they
reached another village. The people
there had noticed them and gotten
into their boats. Things began to
look hopeless as the missionaries
were now surrounded.

Suddenly the newcomers shouted: “Kunze, we
not enemies. We your friend. We no shields, no
spears.” Could it be true, or was it only a trick?

Suddenly a man in the nearest boat shouted:
“Lift leg up.” He meant his boy, and his boy did
as he was told. However, the missionary paid no
attention to the strange signal. f

The man—his name was Taimal — repeated
the command, “Lift leg up. Lift leg up.” Then
he added: “See, Kunze, that is my boy. Don’t you
know him? Long time ago I made long trip to
you. Then he had a wound on leg. You tied it up.
Now his leg is well, all well.”

There was no reason for fear any more. It did
not take long until the pursuers who had seen the
leg-lifting and heard the words of Taimal turned