The few imperfect glimpses of life in that region which we have already given are sad enough and painful enough, but they only hint at the real truth.
"What can be done ?" asked Mr.Dinneford of the missionary, at their next meeting, in a voice that revealed his utter despair of a remedy.

"To me it seems as if nothing but fire could purify this region." "The causes that have produced this would soon create another as bad," was answered.
"What are the causes ?" "The primary cause," said Mr.Paulding, "is the effort of hell to establish itself on the earth for the destruction of human souls; the secondary cause lies in the indifference and supineness of the people.
'While the husband-men slept the enemy sowed tares.' Thus it was of old, and thus it is to-day.

The people are sleeping or indifferent, the churches are sleeping or indifferent, while the enemy goes on sowing tares for the harvest of death." "Well may you say the harvest of death," returned Mr.Dinneford, gloomily.
"And hell," added the missionary, with a stern emphasis.

"Yes, sir, it is the harvest of death and hell that is gathered here, and such a full harvest! There is little joy in heaven over the sheaves that are garnered in this accursed region.

What hope is there in fire, or any other purifying process, if the enemy be permitted to go on sowing his evil seed at will ?" "How will you prevent it ?" asked Mr.Dinneford.
"Not by standing afar off and leaving the enemy in undisputed possession--not by sleeping while he sows and reaps and binds into bundles for the fires, his harvests of human souls! We must be as alert and wise and ready of hand as he; and God being our helper, we can drive him from the field!" "You have thought over this sad problem a great deal," said Mr.
Dinneford.