The sorrow and hope of the Egyptian Sudan; a survey of missionary conditions and methods of work in the Egyptian Sudan (1913) (14595906567)

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Title: The sorrow and hope of the Egyptian Sudan; a survey of missionary conditions and methods of work in the Egyptian Sudan
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Watson, Charles R. (Charles Roger), 1873-1948
Subjects: United Presbyterian Church of North America Missions
Publisher: Philadelphia, Pa., The Board of the foreign missions of the United Presbyterian church of North America
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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at battle in Steevenss With Kitch-durman. ener to Khartum. As you read of their self- forgetful courage, of the devotion with whichthey rallied around the black banners of theirleaders, of the fearless charges which they madein the face of the pitiless fire of the British; asyou see how 10,000 of them did not hesitate togive up their lives freely for the cause to whichthey were committed—the exclamation will beforced to your lips, What magnificent Christiansthese men might have made! Look, however, at the faces of the dead on thebattlefield of Omdurman and you will recognizethe features of those tribes who, in days gone by,were foremost in slave raiding and slave trading. Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord, I will re-pay. And the death of these meant the openingof the Sudan to civilization and evangelization. It was on Friday, September 2d, that Kitchen-ers army marched into Omdurman. On Sab-bath morning, September 4th, a unique servicewas held across the river at Khartum. It was the
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The Mahdis Tomb in Ruins. Destroyed by Kitchener to prevent its becoming a center of future fanaticism. The Death of the Khalifa.(See page 99.) FIRE AND SWORD 97 funeral service of Gordon. We will let Steevensdescribe it: The steamers—screws, paddles, stern-wheelers—plug plugged their steady way up the full Nile. Pastthe northern fringe of Omdurman where the sheikhcame out with the white flag, past the breach where wewent in to the Khalifas stronghold, past the choked em-brasures and the lacerated Mahdis tomb, past theswamp-rooted palms of Tuti Island. We looked at it allwith a dispassionate impersonal curiosity. It was Sun-day morning, and the furious Friday seemed already Gordon>s Fun.half a lifetime behind us. The volleys had dwindled out eral Service.of our ears, and the smoke out of our nostrils; and to-day we were going to the funeral of Gordon. Afternearly fourteen years the Christian soldier was to haveChristian burial. The boats stopped plugging and there was silence.W