Sailors -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
He thus gained their respect, and then he bethought himself that he
might influence them in some way for good. He rapidly learned their
language. He endeavoured to shew them the horrors of cannibalism, and
many of their other disgusting practices. Many listened with attentive
ears, and to his surprise acquiesced in the truth of his remarks. He
pointed out to them the beauty of his own religion, and the pure
practices inculcated by it. They drank in deeply what he said. He
shewed them what even this world would be without wars, and murders, and
violence and deceit, and treachery and wrong; and then he strove to lift
their thoughts to another world, where all is pure and holy, and sinless
and painless, and full of joy and thanksgiving, where the spirit, freed
from this frail casket, having put on an incorruptible body, will, with
freedom unfettered, ever be employed in joyously executing the commands
of its Almighty Creator. Little thought the rough sailor, for rough he
was, though his mind was enlightened, of the fruit which the seeds he
was sowing was destined to bring forth.
Months, years passed by, still Jack was a prisoner. Yet he had won the
affection of many of the natives, some had even abandoned their worst
practices at his instigation.
At length a vessel came from Australia with a party of men to collect a
cargo of sandal wood. Some of the chiefs were still anxious to prevent
his departure, but, aided by the friends he had made, he was enabled to
reach the vessel. He was welcomed by the master and promised
protection. The _Gipsy_ was a small schooner. She put into another
port to complete her cargo. There, as usual, the natives came on board.
He took care not to let it be known that he understood their language.
By their looks and behaviour he suspected treachery. He warned the
master of the _Gipsy_, but his warnings were laughed to scorn. Nearly
half the crew were on shore. The canoes of the natives came thronging
round the schooner. Some of the savages were clambering on board, when
Jack discerned through a spyglass a disturbance on shore. The report of
firearms was heard.
"What think you of that, sir?" asked Jack of the master.
"That the savages are murdering my people. Cut the cable, loose the
sails, we must stand in to defend them. Heave those fellows overboard."
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