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
Captain Winchester, heartless as a dog so long as pigs and fowls came to
the yard at whatever cost to others’ lives, now trembled like a coward
for himself. He implored me to let him and his Marè wife sleep at my
house for safety; but I refused to allow my Mission to be in any way
identified with his crimes. The Natives from other islands, whom he kept
and wrought like slaves, he now armed with muskets for his defence; but,
having no faith in them protecting or even warning him, he implored me
to send one of my Teachers, to assist his wife in watching till he
snatched a few hours of sleep every day, and, if awake, he would sell
his life as dearly as he could by aid of musket and revolver. The
Teachers were both afraid and disinclined to go; and I could not
honestly ask them to do so. His peril and terror became so real that by
night he slept in his boat anchored out in the centre of the bay, with
his arms beside him, and a crew ready to start off at the approach of
danger and lose everything; while by day he kept watch on shore, armed,
and also ready to fly. Thus his miserable existence dragged on, keeping
watch alternatively with his wife, till a trading vessel called and
carried him off with all that he had rescued—for which deliverance we
were unfeignedly thankful! The war, which he had wickedly instigated,
lingered on for three months; and then, by a present given secretly to
two leading Chiefs, I managed to bring it to a close. But feelings of
revenge for the slain, burned fiercely in many breasts; and young men
had old feuds handed on to them by the recital of their fathers’ deeds
of blood.
All through this war, I went to the fighting ground every Sabbath, and
held worship amongst our Harbour people. Hundreds assembled around me,
and listened respectfully, but they refused to give up the war. One day,
I determined to go through the bush that lay between and speak and pray
with the enemies also. Our Harbour folks opposed me, and one leading man
said,—
“Missi, pray only for us, and your God will be strong to help us and we
will not be afraid! You must not pray with the enemy, lest He may help
them too.”
After this episode, I made it my duty always to visit both Camps, when I
went to the fighting ground, and to have worship with both,—teaching
them that Jehovah my God was angry at all such scenes and would not
fight for either, that He commanded them to live at peace.
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