John G. Paton, missionary to the New Hebrides, volume 1 (of 3) : $b An autobiography edited by his brotherPaton, John Gibson
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John G. Paton, missionary to the New Hebrides, volume 1 (of 3) : $b An autobiography edited by his brother
Paton, John Gibson
Missionaries -- Vanuatu -- Biography; Paton, John Gibson, 1824-1907
The Peace-party, my band of twenty Chiefs already spoken of, kept all
the tribes around the Harbour acting only on the defensive for a season.
But the Inland people murdered eight Chiefs from a distance who, after
paying a friendly visit to the Harbour people, were returning to their
homes. At the same time, one of the Inland Chiefs, who had pled with his
people to give up war and live at peace with surrounding tribes, was
overthrown and murdered by his own men, as also his brother and four
wives and two children, and was supplanted by another leader more akin
to their wishes and tastes. They proceeded, according to their custom of
declaring war, to shoot one of the Harbour men and to break down their
fences and plantations. So once again, the blood-fiend was
unleashed,—the young men of Tanna being as eager to get up a battle, as
young men of the world at home seem eager to get up a concert or a ball.
The Harbour people advised me to remove a mile further away from these
warriors; but the Inland tribes sent me word not to desert my house,
lest it might be burned and plundered, for that they themselves had no
quarrel against me. Early next morning, I, accompanied by Abraham and
another Aneityumese, started off to visit the Bush party, and if
possible avert the impending war, but without informing my Harbour
people. About four miles from our Station, we met the Chief of our
farthest inland friendly tribe with all his fighting men under arms.
Forcing me to disclose our errand, he reluctantly allowed us to pass.
Praying to Jesus for guidance and protection, we pressed along the path
through the thick bush four miles further still. My two attendants,
sinking into silence, betrayed growing fear; and I, after trying to
cheer them, had at their most earnest appeal to walk on also in silence,
my heart and theirs going up to Jesus in prayer. We passed many deserted
villages and plantations, but saw no living person. At last,
unexpectedly, we stumbled upon the whole host assembled on the Village
Common at a great feast; and at sight of us every man rushed for his
weapons of war. Keeping my Teachers close beside me, I walked straight
into the midst of them, unarmed of course, and cried as loud as I
possibly could in their own tongue,—
“My love to all you men of Tanna! Fear not; I am your friend; I love you
every one, and am come to tell you about Jehovah God and good conduct
such as pleases Him!”
An old Chief thereon came and took me by the hand, and, after leading me
about among the people, said,—
“Sit down beside me here and talk with me; by-and-by the people will not
be afraid.”
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