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Lying down on the floor of a little house to which he was shown, he slept, with his head on his saddlebags, all day till nearly sunset.
At sunset a gun was fired. The caravan was starting on its return journey. Forder's companions on the caravan came to him.
"Come back with us," they said. "Why will you stay with these cursed people of Kaf? They will surely kill you because you are a Christian."
It was hard to stay. But no Christian white man had ever been in that land before carrying the Good News of Jesus, and Forder had come out to risk his life for that very purpose. So he stayed.
What made Forder put his life in peril and stand the heat, vermin, and hate? Why try to make friends with these wild bandits? Why care about them at all? He was a baker in his own country in England and might have gone on with this work. It was the love of Christ that gave him the love of all men, and, in obeying His command to "Go into all the world," he found adventure, made friends, and left with them the Good News in the New Testament.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 65: Thursday morning, December 13, 1900.]
[Footnote 66: Recall Henry Martyn and Sabat at work on this.]
[Footnote 67: Pa.s.sing Es-Salt (Ramoth Gilead), Gerash and Edrei in Bashan.]
[Footnote 68: It took the caravan six days to go back.]
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE FRIEND OF THE ARAB
_Archibald Forder_
(Date of Incident, 1901)
_The Lone Trail of Friends.h.i.+p_
So the two thousand camels swung out on the homeward trail. Forder now was alone in Kaf.
"Never," he says, "shall I forget the feeling of loneliness that came over me as I made my way back to my room. The thought that I was the only Christian in the whole district was one that I cannot well describe."
As Forder pa.s.sed a group of Arabs he heard them muttering to one another, "_Nisraney_[69]--one of the cursed ones--the enemy of Allah!"
He remembered that he had been warned that the Arabs of Kaf were fierce, bigoted Moslems who would slay a Christian at sight. But he put on a brave front and went to the Chief's house. There he sat down with the men on the ground and began to eat with them from a great iron pot a hot, slimy, greasy savoury, and then sipped coffee with them.
"Why have you come here?" they asked him.
"My desire is," he replied, "to pa.s.s on to the Jowf."
Now the Jowf is the largest town in the Syrian desert--the most important in all Northern Arabia. From there camel caravans go north, south, east, and west. Forder could see how his Arabic New Testaments would be carried from that city to all the camel tracks of Arabia.
"The Jowf is eleven days' camel ride away there," they said, pointing to the south-east.
[Ill.u.s.tration: FORDER'S JOURNEY TO THE JOWF.]
"Go back to Orman," said the Chief, whose name was Mohammed-el-Bady, "it is at your peril that you go forward."
He sent a servant to bring in the headman of his caravan. "This _Nisraney_ wishes to go with the caravan to the Jowf," said the Chief.
"What do you think of it?"
"If I took a Christian to the Jowf," replied the caravan leader, "I am afraid Johar the Chief there would kill me for doing such a thing. I cannot do it."
"Yes," another said, turning to Forder, "if you ever want to see the Jowf you must turn Moslem, as no Christian would be allowed to live there many days."
"Well," said the Chief, closing the discussion, "I will see more about this to-morrow."
As the men sat smoking round the fire Forder pulled a book out from his pouch. They watched him curiously.
"Can any of you read?" he asked. There were a number who could; so Forder opened the book--which was an Arabic New Testament--at St.
John's Gospel, Chapter III.
"Will you read?" he asked.
So the Arab read in his own language this chapter. As we read the chapter through ourselves it is interesting to wonder which of the verses would be most easily understood by the Arabs. When the Arab who was reading came to the words:
"G.o.d so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life," Forder talked to them telling what the words meant. They listened very closely and asked many questions. It was all quite new to them.
"Will you give me the book?" asked the Arab who was reading. Forder knew that he would only value it if he bought it, so he sold it to him for some dates, and eight or nine men bought copies from him.
Next day the Chief tried to get other pa.s.sing Arabs to conduct Forder to the Jowf, but none would take the risk. So at last he lent him two of his own servants to lead him to Ithera--an oasis four hours' camel ride across the desert. So away they went across the desert and in the late afternoon saw the palms of Ithera.
"We have brought you a Christian," shouted the servants as they led Forder into a room full of men, and dumped his goods down on the floor. "We stick him on to you; do what you can with him."
"This is neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor an infidel," shouted one of the men, "but a pig." He did not know that Forder understood Arabic.
"Men," he replied boldly, "I am neither pig, infidel, nor Jew. I am a Christian, one that wors.h.i.+ps G.o.d, the same G.o.d as you do."
"If you are a Christian," exclaimed the old Chief, "go and sit among the cattle!" So Forder went to the further end of the room and sat between an old white mare and a camel.
Soon a man came in, and walking over to Forder put his hand out and shook his. He sat down by him and, talking very quietly so that the others should not hear, said: "Who are you, and from where do you come?"
"From Jerusalem," said Forder. "I am a Christian preacher."
"If you value your life," went on the stranger, "you will get out of this as quickly as you can, or the men, who are a bad lot, will kill you. I am a Druze[70] but I pretend to be a Moslem."
"What sort of a man is the Chief of Ithera?" asked Forder.
"Very kind," was the reply. So the friendly stranger went out. Forder listened carefully to the talk.
"Let us cut his throat while he is asleep," said one man.
"No," said the Chief. "I will not have the blood of a Christian on my house and town."