chapter twelve.
shows how south sea missionaries do their work, and that if the whites can surprise the natives the latter can sometimes astonish the whites!
for three months did wandering will and his friends remain concealed in the mountains. of course they were pursued and diligently sought for by the natives, and undoubtedly they would have been discovered had the search been continued for any length of time, but to their great surprise, after the first week of their flight, the search was apparently given up. at all events, from that period they saw nothing more of the natives, and gradually became more fearless in venturing to ramble from the cave in search of food. they puzzled over the matter greatly, for, to say the least of it, there appeared to be something mysterious in the total indifference so suddenly manifested towards them by the savages; but although many were the guesses made, they were very far from hitting on the real cause.
during this period they subsisted on the numerous fruits and vegetables which grew wild in great abundance on the island, and spent their days in gathering them and hunting wild pigs and snaring birds. as larry was wont to observe with great satisfaction, and, usually, with his mouth full of victuals—
“sure it’s the hoith o’ livin’ we have—what with cocky-nuts, an’ taros an’ bananas, an’ young pigs for the killin’, an’ ginger-beer for the drinkin’, an’ penny loaves growin’ on the trees for nothin’, wid no end o’ birds, an’ pots ready bilin’, night an’ day, to cook ’em in—och! it would be hiven intirely but for the dirty savages, bad luck to ’em!”
there was more truth in larry’s remark than may be apparent at first sight. vegetation was not only prolific and beautiful everywhere, but exceedingly fruitful. the bread-fruit tree in particular supplied them with more than they required of a substance that was nearly as palatable and nutritious as bread. captain dall fortunately knew the method of cooking it in an oven, for the uncooked fruit is not eatable. the milk of the young cocoa-nuts was what the facetious irishman referred to under the name of ginger-beer; but his remark about boiling pots was literally correct. the summit of that mountainous island was, as we have already said, an active volcano, from which sulphurous fumes were constantly issuing—sometimes gently, and occasionally with violence.
several of the springs in the neighbourhood were hot—a few being almost at the boiling point, so that it was absolutely possible to boil the wild pigs and birds which they succeeded in capturing, without the use of a fire! strange to say, they also found springs of clear cold water not far from the hot springs.
there is a species of thin tough bark round the upper part of the stem of the cocoa-nut palm—a sort of natural cloth—which is much used by the south sea islanders. of this they fashioned some rude but useful garments.
“it seems curious, doesn’t it,” said will osten to captain dall, one day, referring to these things and the beauty of the island, “that the almighty should make such a terrestrial paradise as this, and leave it to be used, or rather abused, by such devils in human shape?”
“i’m not sure,” answered the captain slowly, “that we are right in saying that he has left it to be so abused. i’m afraid that it is we who are to blame in the matter.”
“how so?” exclaimed will, in surprise.
“you believe the bible to be the word of god, don’t you?” said captain dall somewhat abruptly, “and that its tendency is to improve men?”
“of course i do; how can you ask such a question?”
“did you ever,” continued the captain pointedly, “hear of a text that says something about going and teaching all nations, and have, you ever given anything to send missionaries with the bible to these islands?”
“i—i can’t say i ever have,” replied will, with a smile and a slight blush.
“no more have i, lad,” said the captain, smiting his knee emphatically; “the thought has only entered my head for the first time, but i do think that it is we who leave islands such as this to be abused by the human devils you speak of, and who, moreover, are not a whit worse—nay, not so bad—as many civilised human devils, who, in times not long past, and under the cloak of religion, have torn men and tender women limb from limb, and bound them at the stake, and tortured them on the rack, in order to make them swallow a false creed.”
this was the commencement of one of the numerous discussions on religion, philosophy, and politics, with which the echoes of that cavern were frequently awakened after the somewhat fatiguing labours of each day’s chase were over, for a true briton is the same everywhere. he is a reasoning (if you will, an argumentative) animal, and our little band of fugitives in those mountain fastnesses was no exception to the rule.
meanwhile, two events occurred at the native village which require notice. their occurrence was not observed by our friends in hiding, because the summit of the mountain completely shut out their view in that direction, and they never wandered far from their place of retreat.
the first event was very sad, and is soon told. one morning a schooner anchored off the village, and a party of armed seamen landed, the leader of whom, through the medium of an interpreter, had an interview with the chief. he wished to be permitted to cut sandal-wood, and an agreement was entered into. after a considerable quantity had been cut and sent on board, the chief wanted payment. this was refused on some trivial ground. the savages remonstrated. the white men threatened, and the result was that the latter were driven into their boats. they pulled off to their vessel, loaded a large brass gun that occupied the centre of the schooner’s deck, and sent a shower of cannister shot among the savages, killing and wounding not only many of the men, but some of the women and children who chanced to be on the skirt of the wood. they then set sail, and, as they coasted along, fired into several villages, the people of which had nothing to do with their quarrel.
only a week after this event another little schooner anchored off the village. it was a missionary ship, sent by the london missionary society to spread the good news of salvation through christ among the people. some time before, a native teacher—one who, on another island, had embraced christianity, and been carefully instructed in its leading truths—had been sent to this island, and was well received; but, war having broken out, the chief had compelled him to leave. a second attempt was now being made, and this time an english missionary with his wife and daughter were about to trust themselves in the hands of the savages.
they could not have arrived at a worse time. the islanders, still smarting under a sense of the wrong and cruelty so recently done them, rushed upon the little boat of the schooner, brandishing clubs and spears, the instant it touched the land, and it was with the utmost difficulty that the missionary prevailed on them to stay their hands and give him a hearing. he soon explained the object of his visit, and, by distributing a few presents, so far mollified the people that he was allowed to land, but it was plain that they regarded him with distrust. the tide was turned in the missionary’s favour, however, by the runaway sailor, buchanan, or bukawanga. that worthy happened at the time to be recovering slowly from the effects of the wound he had received in the fight, which had so nearly proved to be his last. on hearing of the arrival of strangers he feared that the savages would kill them out of revenge, and hastened, weak and ill though he was, to meet, and, if possible, protect them. his efforts were successful. he managed to convince the natives that among christians there were two classes—those who merely called themselves by the name, and those who really did their best to practise christianity; that the sandal-wood traders probably did not even pretend to the name, but that those who had just arrived would soon give proof that they were of a very different spirit. the result of this explanation was, that the chiefs agreed to receive the missionary, who accordingly landed with his family, and with all that was necessary for the establishment of a mission.
those who have not read of missionary enterprise in the south seas can form no conception of the difficulties that missionaries have to contend with, and the dangers to which they are exposed on the one hand, and, on the other, the rapidity with which success is sometimes vouchsafed to them. in some instances, they have passed years in the midst of idolatry and bloody rites, the mere recital of which causes one to shudder, while their lives have hung on the caprice of a volatile chief; at other times god has so signally blessed their efforts that a whole tribe has adopted christianity in the course of a few weeks. misunderstand us not, reader. we do not say that they all became true christians; nevertheless it is a glorious fact that such changes have occurred; that idolatry has been given up and christianity embraced within that short period, and that the end has been the civilisation of the people; doubtless, also, the salvation of some immortal souls.
in about two months after their arrival a marvellous change had taken place in the village.
the natives, like very children, came with delight to be taught the use of the white man’s tools, and to assist in clearing land and building a cottage. when this was finished, a small church was begun. it was this busy occupation that caused the savages to forget, for a time, the very existence of wandering will and his friends; and if bukawanga thought of them, it was to conclude that they had taken refuge with one of the tribes on the other side of the island.
that which seemed to amuse and delight the natives most in the new arrivals was the clothing which was distributed among them. they proved very untractable, however, in the matter of putting it on. one man insisted on putting the body of a dress which had been meant for his wife on his own nether limbs—thrusting his great feet through the sleeves, and thereby splitting them to the shoulder. another tied a tippet round his waist, and a woman was found strutting about in a pair of fisherman’s boots, and a straw bonnet with the back to the front!
one of the chiefs thus absurdly arrayed was the means of letting the fugitive white men have an idea that something strange had occurred at the village. this man had appropriated a scarlet flannel petticoat which had been presented to his mother, and, putting it on with the waist-band tied round his neck, sallied forth to hunt in the mountains. he was suddenly met by larry o’hale and will osten.
“musha! ’tis a ow-rangy-tang!” cried the irishman.
his companion burst into a fit of loud laughter. the terrified native turned to flee, but larry darted after him, tripped up his heels, and held him down.
“kape quiet, won’t ye?” he said, giving the struggling man a severe punch on the chest.
the savage thought it best to obey. being allowed to get on his legs he was blindfolded, and then, with will grasping him on one side, and the irishman on the other, he was led up to the mountain-cave, and introduced to the family circle there, just as they were about to sit down to their mid-day meal.
