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This morning I received your precious letter of 21st June. Distances are becoming shorter, even in Africa, because today steamboats ply the Nile and railways function. Some time ago I received a supremely welcome letter from your Mother Superior, dated last 9th January. In Korosko on the edge of the great desert, I heard the news of your serious illness. I prayed for your recovery with the Devout Mothers of Africa of the Institute I founded in Verona (I had five of them with me), and the Missionaries, on camels and in a temperature of 60 degrees, as we travelled over the burning sands for 17 hours a day. But how can I reply to the more than a thousand letters I receive from all over the world when I am burdened by so many crosses and afflictions, which I will now briefly mention to you? You should not worry about my silence, even if it lasts a long time.
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As long as you and I are alive, you must always write to me in Khartoum, even when I am on a visit in my immense Vicariate, which is the largest, most populous, arduous and difficult in the world, and you must give me news 1. Of yourself. 2. Of the Mothers, daughters of my dear Falconieri. 3. Of all the other African girls with whom you are in contact, telling me their names, tribes, ages, convents, religious state, etc. Since you are a Nuba, you should know that the mission I founded among the tribes of the Nuba is flourishing; among others, I have sent there a holy priest, one of my missionaries, who is already learning the language: Fr Giovanni Losi from Piacenza, whom I appointed parish priest, and Fr Luigi Bonomi from Verona, who is Superior there. They are working energetically: the men and women there are all naked, but well disposed. When I went there in 1875 to found a mission, I suggested to the great chief that he clothe his women. He told me this was impossible, for if they were dressed, they would have no children.
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I therefore dispatched to serve on that mission several families of newly converted Africans, whose wives were always dressed; and when some of them gave birth, the great chief exclaimed: “Agiab, the Pro-Vicar was right!” Those who can find some sort of rags are now starting to wear clothes. Next October, from the Kingdom of Kordofan, I shall make a Pastoral Visit to Jebel Nuba, to see to the preparations for settling the Verona Sisters there. I have temporarily housed them in Berber.
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Let me now tell you briefly something about the tremendous tribulations in which I am submerged, but which are ever beloved because they are sent by God. You will tell the African sisters all about them, so that they pray for me and for the conversion of Africa, and have prayers said in their convents.
After leaving Cairo with the missionaries and Sisters on one of Egypt’s most beautiful sailing vessels, opposite the lovely city of Minieh in Upper Egypt the ship collided with an anchor hidden under the water which made a hole in the boat, and in less than an hour the ship had almost completely filled with water. However, with the Government’s help we all disembarked onto dry land, safe and sound but terrified, but the expense of the damage was more than 10,000 florins, what with the provisions, medicines books and food destroyed.
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I had provisions for ten establishments with me, bought with the money I had made such efforts to collect during my journey around Europe after my consecration. When I reached the edge of the great desert of Nubia, I heard that
most of the camels had died of hunger and exhaustion, and I found many Arab traders there who had been waiting in vain for camels to transport their goods. The great chief of the Desert advised me to return to Cairo (44 days after I had left), and to try the route via the Red Sea and Suakin. But what can one do with so many people and so little money in one’s purse?
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I tormented my Bursar, St Joseph, and decided to divide my caravan (which required 100 camels) in two. I resolved to take the personnel with me on the more gruelling but shorter route across the desert of Korosko and Berber, and to send the larger part of the caravan on ahead, with the imperishable provisions (such as iron, glass beads, etc., etc.), on the longer but easier route through the Kingdom of Dongola. I twisted the arm of my old friend, the great chief, to give me 50 camels instantly (and I sent the larger part of the caravan via the Nile to Wadi-Halfa where they were to take 60 camels), on which I loaded only 40, with water (which immediately became putrid), provisions, and the personnel with their respective trunks. In the evening of 17th March we entered the frightful desert, hurrying our pace and replacing the camels that fell down dead with the 10 I had taken with me in reserve.
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The desert was littered with the corpses of dead camels and with goods left lying on the sand. I cannot tell you how we all suffered, with our thirst, the temperature of 60 degrees and our exhaustion. I would not bear a hundredth part of it to become the greatest king on earth: but to save Africa, to win over the Africans for Christ, oh! we considered our suffering a mere mignognola, a trifle: death a hundred times and martyrdom is still nothing in comparison with the lofty goal of saving Africa. After 13 days of desert, we reached Berber, baptised several African adults who had been converted, put straight some couples living in concubinage with marriage, administered confirmations, left the Sisters from Verona there and set out for Khartoum.
[5277]
My entry into the capital of the Sudan as the first Bishop of Africa was a real triumph for Religion. Pashas, Consuls, Muftis, Christians, heretics and Muslims joined in celebrating my triumph, or rather the triumph of the faith. But alas! Within three days, all this poetry turned into prose! After the excitement of the celebrations had died down, I set myself to examining our affairs and everything. I found more than 40,000 francs of debt in the Vicariate, of which I had been totally unaware; and the cause? The cause was arranged and desired by God.
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A terrifying famine on a vast scale has been devastating the Vicariate for almost a year, caused by the lack or scarcity of the rains last year. When wheat in Italy costs three times more than usual, it is said that there is a famine. Here grain, durrah, milk, eggs, meat and essential foodstuffs cost not three times, but ten or twelve times as much as usual. Practically every one of the 8 oxen that worked in my garden in Khartoum died because of the lack of hay, of which there is none; and the two survivors live on grain, and they have to be fed on it, otherwise the work of 27 years will be destroyed and this year we have had a great loss. For example, to feed the African boys and girls in the two Institutes of Khartoum, the tarabla or peasants who work in the garden and the poor families bequeathed to us by my predecessors – and they are old and weak – with durrah (maize) alone, I need 300 ardeb (sacks) a year, which in former years cost me about 3 florins an ardeb. Now an ardeb of durrah can be found with great difficulty at 35 or 40 florins. Make your own calculations for the other establishments in the Vicariate!
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What more? In the kingdom of Kordofan there is a widespread shortage of water. For six months the Sisters have been doing no laundry, because the dirty, brackish water for cooking and drinking costs a lot more than wine in the Tyrol. In the morning at 4.00 o’clock, a Sister rises, takes four or five girls, and goes to the distant public wells (our wells dried up six months ago), and sometimes they have to wait there until midday to obtain cloudy, muddy water at a florin and a half or even two florins the bormah, (four litres). Hundreds and thousands of villages have been abandoned by the starving inhabitants, who leave in search of food. And I can say, in a word, that they are dying of hunger like flies. We helped those in the most extreme need, not only Christians but Muslims too. But today we have come to the very end of our resources, and I am forced to increase our debts to keep up the establishments.
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In addition terrible diseases are rampant, typhoid and smallpox, which kill people like flies. I lost seven here in Khartoum in a week. What more? My servant, or valet whom I had brought with me from Rome and who was an angel, died of sunstroke in a few hours. Fr Policarp Genoud, a young priest from Bolzano, ordained in Trento in autumn 1876, also died on me in the space of just a few hours, on 30th June. All in all, I am full of crosses, swimming in anguish and distress, and foresee a gloomy future. I spent two and a half months ill with an extraordinary weakness. We always drink water and do not know what wine is, and what water! For two and half months I did not sleep five minutes in every 24 hours: the temperature here varies from 32 to 34 degrees Réaumur in our room, and we have to run here and there at all hours for the ministry, especially to baptise and to administer confirmation, etc. In the morning, exhaustion seldom permits me to celebrate Mass. I will now sleep, perhaps, for a scant hour in every 24, but I am always dead tired and working and writing to Europe for alms and subsidies. In brief, an extended and most painful martyrdom.
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However, amidst all these troubles, the acquisition of souls and the progress of the Work for the conversion of Africa gives me great spiritual consolation. God’s Works must be born and grow at the foot of Calvary, the Cross is the mark of the work’s holiness, and the Mother of God herself was the Queen of martyrs; and it is necessary to pass through martyrdom, bloodshed and the Cross; and I, a physical wreck, confident in the Heart of Jesus, am sounder and more steadfast than ever, come what may; in my war cry, with which I founded and began the Work for the Redemption of Africa in the face of so many obstacles and at the price of so many hardships, I am firmer than ever. I said, in my first war cry: Africa or Death!
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Yes, the heavens may fall; but as long as the Heart of Jesus helps me with his grace, I shall stand firm and unshakeable in my place, and I shall die on the battlefield. To increase my anguish, even a good missionary, Fr Stefano Vanni from Puglia, asked and obtained my permission to return home on the pretext of the recurrence of a former illness, (but basically he said to a companion that he could carry 12 loads of troubles, but not 13); and he was fluent in Arabic.
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What more? Even my Vicar General who governed the Vicariate during my last journey to Europe, tired out with suffering (he has suffered greatly, and has left me, not through his own fault, very many debts) left for Europe last week, and I fear that another two will ask me permission to leave in the coming autumn; and three French Sisters of St Joseph, who have suffered greatly, will return to their country. Central Africa is the most arduous and laborious mission in the world: the Jesuits tried first (like it or not, they are the first and worthiest missionaries of the Catholic Church) and they never returned.
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An attempt was made by the good Franciscan Fathers, who always have sublime and holy members; then they had to leave. Now why has the smallest and most insignificant of Institutes, microscopic like mine which I founded in Verona, been able to consolidate the Apostolate of Central Africa and pitch its tents more successfully than my predecessors? Because, in agreement with Pius IX, I solemnly consecrated the Vicariate to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, to Our Lady of the Sacred Heart and to St Joseph, and because in all the Shrines in the world which I have visited, and in almost all of the most fervent monasteries and Institutes of Europe, prayers – ardent prayers – are said for the conversion of Africa, and because in the apostolate of Central Africa I was the first to involve the omnipotent ministry of the woman of the Gospel and of the Sister of charity, who is the shield, strength and guarantee of the Missionary’s ministry.
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However prayer comes first, because Jesus Christ is a gentleman, who keeps his word and proclaimed the petite et accipietis, the pulsate et aperietur: and this is worth more than all the treaties of sovereigns and the powerful of the earth. So you who are called to serve and to sanctify yourself in a convent can be a true missionary and apostle of Africa, your homeland, if you always pray and have the most fervent prayers said by other convents for the conversion and redemption of the more than a hundred million Africans, your brothers and sisters, whom the Holy See has entrusted to my care.
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Not only must you pray and have prayers said; but you must motivate the convents of the African girls you know and some of the excellent benefactors, in which the most Catholic, devout and generous Tyrol abounds, to grant Central Africa their charitable alms, and to send donations, whether large or small, to the very distinguished and reverend Prof. Mitterrutzner, Director of the Episcopal School in Bressanone, who has been a diligent benefactor of Africa, her true father and faithful and eternal friend, for almost 30 years.
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Now Central Africa will emerge from its present state of ruin. Will I be relieved from so much anguish and misery? Oh! my dear daughter, while the Heart of Jesus and Mary can dose us with the necessary pills of tribulation, they have many remedies to hand. A wealth of pounds sterling, gold Napoleons and florins are hidden in the beard of the Eternal Father and of my St Joseph. Therefore on the Feast of the Patronage of St Joseph this year, 12th May, with all my mastery and boldness (because the Bursar has to obey the master), I presented myself to St Joseph after Mass and told him quite plainly “My dear Bursar, I find myself in rather a quandary; I am up to the hilt in debts and at the same time I have to feed and support my 13 establishments which I founded and possess from Verona to Jebel Nuba. If within a year you do not make the full payment, that is, if within a year you have not paid all my debts and supported the whole Work, so that next year I cannot plant the Cross of Jesus Christ, your putative Son at the Sources of the Nile at the Equator on the Nyanza Lakes, I will turn to your wife… and you will see that she will do what you have failed to do”.
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My daughter, do you want my Bursar St Joseph to turn his back on me and not grant my wishes? It is impossible for him to say no, because he is the king of gentlemen and it is a matter of the glory of Jesus, his putative son, who is barely known in some parts of this Vicariate. It is a question of freeing a tenth part of the entire human race from chains and eternal death. All in all, St Joseph has always treated me well, with respect and submission, as a good bailiff treats his master. I am therefore certain that I shall obtain the payment in full within a year, and not the kind promised hundreds of times and never paid by the Ministers Lanza, Sella, Minghetti, Cairoli, and all the others round the Italian trough, but a real, true balance of the finances of the Vicariate, worthy of St Joseph.
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Here I could tell you of the conversions God has obtained, of the souls saved including two Muslim adults (a very rare event in the Eastern missions) whom I baptised after they had completed a four-year catechumenate, and I accepted the abjuration of a rich heretical merchant, etc. etc. But I do not want to leave out, though briefly, of the many things I would have to say, the story of the supreme good fortune of three Abyssinian women slaves. After leading a life amongst the false pleasures of the world as concubines of a rich trader, with only two days of forced or spontaneous repentance, like lucky thieves they stole heaven for themselves, through the work of the mission and especially of our Sisters of St Joseph of the Apparition. I will tell you about it in a couple of words.
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In Kadaref, one of my provinces on the border with Abyssinia, a rich Greek merchant from Smyrna, an Austrian subject, purchased a very beautiful Abyssinian girl and took her home to be his concubine. She was about 17 years old. After a few months he bought another, and settled her with the former and for the same purpose. Finally he bought a third aged 16, and she gave him three children who are still alive. The children of the others are all dead. Last year this merchant died in Kadaref. The Austrian Consul in Khartoum was ordered by Vienna to sell off all his property and to send the proceeds to Smyrna, to his legitimate family. In the meantime, these three poor concubines from 20 to 24 years of age with the three above-mentioned children, were left with only the provisions in the house and a few gold ornaments they had been given by their master.
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All three were Muslims. They survived for a short time: but because of the famine, they soon exhausted both their provisions and their gold; they then came to Khartoum to ask the Austrian Consul for help. This journey took them 13 days, and the consul replied that on the orders of his Superiors he had sent all the money to Smyrna, and suggested they present themselves to the Catholic Mission for shelter. The Mother of the three children replied: Uaikh, we are not going to those dogs of Christians… The good Jesus was waiting for them precisely at the Mission for a revenge worthy of the Redeemer of the world; the Blessed Virgin Mary, worthy of the title of Mother and Refuge of sinners, was waiting for them precisely with us, to take her revenge for such an insult (dogs of Christians).
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These three young concubines, with a year-old son and two daughters aged 3 and 5, wandered about Khartoum for a few days and nights. But since there was a famine, they did not find effective help with the Muslims; on the Imperial Royal Consul’s recommendation, they then presented themselves at the mission. They were given 8 Khorda piastres a day (15 Austrian soldi) and two rooms in the section for escaped female slaves; in its difficult plight, the mission could do no more. Then they were cared for by our good Arab Sister of St. Joseph, Sr Germana from Aleppo, a true missionary and apostle, but one of the rare ones who had been Superior in Kordofan and whom I had brought with me to Jebel Nuba, and now here to Khartoum. In brief, in less than a month Sr Germana had made all three concubines Catholics and instructed them in the principal matters of the Faith; and while she was instructing them, just after mid-June, one of these concubines came down with smallpox and was nursed by the others. They called for me to baptise her.
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After she had been baptised, I administered Confirmation to her, and utterly content, she longed for heaven; on 16th June (40 days ago) she died and went to heaven. The one who was the mother of the three children also fell ill, and went down with smallpox for having looked after the first; she had me called and entrusted the little boy to me, begging me to be a father to him, and the two girls she entrusted to Sr Germana, begging her to be their mother; she requested and obtained Baptism, and died very happily two days after the first and flew off to steal heaven. This young mother could have been about twenty two years old, and had eminent physical and spiritual qualities: her character and sound critical sense were those of a man, and with her bearing and reasoning, in my opinion she could have equalled a matron and a European married woman; she came to see me several times so that I might plead her cause, for her paramour had promised her the earth for her children.
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However, after her baptism she was very happy and content to die, certain that the mission would be more than a mother to her children. Before her death, the third ex-concubine fell ill of smallpox and having received baptism and confirmation, after three days, she too passed away, filled with consolation; thus these three girls, former concubines, having enjoyed the world for a few years (since their master had treated them very well) and having amused themselves as they fancied, through the grace of good Jesus and Our Lady and the work of a young woman of 32, Sr Germana Assuad, these three famous thieves stole (heaven) for themselves after being ill for only five days, bequeathing to me the legacy of three children with strict orders to make them Christians.
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I leave you, who are glad always to think of God in the Sacred enclosure, to meditate on the admirable ways Providence chooses to save the most abandoned souls of your beloved Africa. All I add is that God made use of this circumstance to establish a new Mission in Kadaref (where there had never been a Catholic priest except for Fr Gennaro Martini, whom I sent there in September 1876), for last week I dispatched my above-mentioned missionary, Fr Martini from Turin, to explore the whole province of Kadaref, which is larger than the entire Tyrol; and after he has sent me a detailed Report, I shall go there myself, with my Fr Squaranti, to set up the new Mission there.
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I stop here, because you will be just as tired as I am. I wrote this rigmarole in a single session. But remember that I long for many prayers to be said for the conversion of your Africa, to which I have dedicated my mind and my heart, my blood and my life; and my desire is to be a victim of her salvation. Africa is the most abandoned and neglected part of the world. Here sweat and die so many devout, good and holy priests, cultured and most learned, sent here from the Italian and German Tyrols, by the incomparable Apostle, Friend and Patron of Central Africa, our praiseworthy benefactor Prof. Mitterrutzner of Brixen; and I propose the example of some of these holy Tyrolean priests, with whom I myself have lived, to my missionaries as a model of constancy, firmness and apostolic zeal. We are not even worthy to kiss the feet of a Gostner, a Lanz, an Überbacher, a Pircher and others. But that is enough.
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I heartily congratulate you for being admitted by the Blessed Virgin, who inspired the Seven Holy founders of the Servites’ Institute, to join this elect group of Virgins, brides of Christ. I thank your devout Mothers for having admitted you to such good fortune: but in the perfect observance of your holy Institute, you must be a constantly active and zealous apostle of Africa and always raise your arms to heaven, like Moses, to implore the conversion of Africa and the necessary graces for me, the first Bishop of this colossal diocese, and for my Missionaries and Sisters, both French and Veronese.
[5298]
Thank you very much for the good wishes you sent me in your letter for my name day, St Daniel Prophet in the Lions’ Den (I am among lions too, and I sent one yesterday to the Austrian Consul in Cairo, with a leopard), which the Church celebrates on 21st July. Indeed, it was a day of great rejoicing in the Mission, and I received, as well as all the members, visits from Pashas, Consuls and the Great of the Sudan. In brief, I gave the impression of being a Harlequin pretending to be a Prince.
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To the Superior, to all the Mothers, to the Most Reverend Dean, to the Sister of Charity, Carolina Rosa and to everyone I know, and to the little African girls, your correspondents, a thousand regards and blessings,
Yours most affectionately in the Lord
+ Daniel Comboni
Bishop of Claudiopolis and
Vicar Apostolic of Central Africa