Calabar

Last year, ten miles from Calabar, Dr. Stewart rode his bicycle into a native village.

Calabar then was like some of the flowers growing in the bush, very pretty but very poisonous.

Very sorrowfully she gave up the work in Calabar she loved so much, but she felt that her sister needed her most.

Egbo was a more dreadful thing in Okoyong than in Calabar, for there was no law against it.

So a warning went to all the missionaries along the banks of the river to come down to Calabar at once.