Kunjangun (India) Bahá’ís gathered to meet the American Bahá’í visitors.
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my eyes, that made the air seem vibrant?
Mr. Jones and his friend arrived in time for luncheon and seemed astonished to find things just as we had pictured them. They could not believe until they saw it themselves that this work had been accomplished right in their territory—where years of effort had brought them so little reward by comparison. They appeared to be as interested in taking snapshots of the group as we did, but for what purpose they did not say.
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mean to the villagers, who have had heretofore bullock carts as their only means of transportation.
Then we made our farewells and left, with regret, for the long trip home. It had been made possible to remain this long only by the generous loan of a private steam launch by one of the Bahá’ís of Rangoon, as the last ferry left Twante long before our ar rival there.
Mingled with our joy of this day was an undercurrent of sadness which came as we talked to Syed Mustafa
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However, they left with promises to come again and give talks to our friends, which will be most useful, as the Baha'is are diJi.gently studying the Bible.
After luncheon we were shown the village proper—which boasts a court, jail and hospital. Most astonishing of all in this progressive community, they have now a jitney service of Ford cars between Kunjangun and Twante, twenty-six miles distant. One cannot imagine what this must
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on the homeward trip. To quote his words as nearly as possible will give the best idea: “I am an old man now and who will carryon my work? Any day I may be called and who will educate these beautiful children? It breaks my heart to come and see them and to be able to do so little—we need teachers and money to help them now. When you leave don't forget my people of Kunjangun.”
And who having seen Kunjangun could forget it!
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