are expansion minded, and they are anxious to continue to proclaim liberty to those that mourn and to bring them into line for the free jubilee kingdom where they will receive the joy of living in peace and prosperity forever.

All too soon the afternoon came and time for our plane to leave for Fiji. When we reported at the airport we found a good number of the conventioners there to wish us a good trip, but in the hour that we waited for our departure the crowd grew to upward of 200, and again it was a very colorful and joyful assembly, with leis again being bestowed upon us. We certainly had a send-off. While we were sitting in the plane and the engines were being warmed up, I felt reluctant to leave Hawaii because of the expressions of love and the friendliness as well as the zeal of the publishers. They really make their guests feel at home in Hawaii, which can be testified to by many publishers from Australia and New Zealand who passed through to attend the New York convention last year. It does not take long for a strong attachment to grow among the Lord’s people. Wherever one is serving the Kingdom interests and keeping busy in the Lord’s work, he can certainly feel at home and among true friends when the spirit of the Lord is shown. But some day there may be an opportunity to return. Others were waiting at the next destination. They too would have the spirit of Jehovah and there would be work to do.

Isle of Martinique

Like a green gem resting securely in its tropical setting, Martinique basks in the warm sunlight beneath billowy clouds and wavy palms. What a beautiful sight it was from the airliner, six thousand feet above.

As we approach the capital, Fort-de-France, we see the savanna with its neat rows of towering royal palms and statue of the Empress Josephine. The city nestles among surrounding hills on a flat place by the sea, as if they were going to push it into the water. On the hills can be seen the beautiful homes of the well-to-do, while down toward the city are the little shacks of the common people squeezed together like dirty herds of animals. The narrow streets and sidewalks reveal the old age of the town and its relation to the mother country, France. New modern stores are in contrast with the many ancient ones.

The almost modern city boasts of electricity, bus systems, cinemas, hospitals, and water supply system. For many of the poor people, however, the water supply is composed of a bucket balanced on the head and carried from a neighborhood hydrant. Work is under way to supply water to the homes of most of the people in the city proper.

Recently a new water supply has been provided which brings pure water without the use of pipes or buckets or even water rent. How glad some are to receive this water to quench their thirst! Only some? Yes, not all are glad for this new supply. Already the order has been issued to stop this supply.

Yes, you have guessed it. It is the water of truth coming from the great fountain of the waters of life, God’s Word. Four missionaries sent to the isle of the West Indies by the Watch Tower Society to bring the water of truth have been ordered from the country by the local authorities. No reason is given. Perhaps they feel their water supply is sufficient. So the new supply is ordered closed on the 31st of December, 1950.

The authorities cover over the real motive by saying the government has nothing against this new water supply. But you see, they say, we have a big Catholic fountain here, a little Baptist fountain, a little Adventist fountain, and an Evangelist fountain, and you got here too late, so you cannot stay. But you may come back as tourists for up to three months, but you must not establish a water supply system on the island.

So on January 18, 1951, the four WatchTower missionaries left a small group of disappointed natives on the pier at Fort-de-France and sailed to St. Lucia, B.W.I.