ABSTRACT
The novelty of being the first white women to visit any particular spot has indeed long worn off by reason of the frequency of the experience, but the thrill of penetrating to places as yet unvisited by any European is still a matter of unmixed joy. It was not, however, until the mail brought a letter from one of the kindest and most brilliant literary men of acquaintance, pointing out that, although men have taught the reader much of late years concerning primitive man, primitive woman is still unknown save through the medium of masculine influence, that the importance really struck the reader of making use of the chance which a kind fate had given the reader. Perhaps most nearly of all does Eka Abassi manifest herself in the unhewn stones set amid sacred waters which are to be found scattered over the length and breadth of the land, or in the great trees, “the givers of babes.”.
