Excerpt: ..."All you should do vill pe youst to bray for him, as usual." Pg 186 A Scotch missionary in the Far East suffered ill fortune in his marriages, for two wives in succession yielded to the trying climate and died. The missionary had depended on the Board at home to select his previous mates, and he wrote for a third. When due time had elapsed, he journeyed to the seaport to meet the steamer by which his new mate should arrive. At the appointed hour, as the boat drew in, he stood on the dock anxiously waiting. Among the few passengers to descend the gangplank, it was easy for him to select the one destined for him. At sight of her, he shuddered slightly, and a groan burst from his lips. "Freckles," he muttered despairingly, "and red headed, and with squint [C:\Users\Microsoft\Documents\Calibre Library]