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
Going among them frequently thus, they treated me with exceptional
kindness, till one Sabbath I determined to go over and talk with the
enemy also, in the hope of getting this sad war put an end to. Our
people were sternly opposed to this, not for fear of my safety, but lest
I prayed for the enemy and my God might help them in the war. But my two
friends, the old Priests, persuaded them to let me go, and to cease
their shooting till my return. They had an idea to buy, in this way, my
intercession with Jehovah exclusively on their behalf; but I explained
to them as on former occasions, that I was there for the good of all
alike, that I loved them all and sought to lead them to give up war and
bad conduct, for my God would hear and bless only those who feared and
loved and obeyed Him. I had a long interview with the enemies also,
arguing against the evils of war, and urging them to give it up. They
were so far friendly; they allowed me to have worship amongst them, and
I returned in safety before another musket was discharged on either
side. The war still went on, though more languidly; but after a time the
leaders entered into a kind of truce, and peace reigned for a season.
The other Mission Station, on the south-west side of Tanna, had to be
visited by me from time to time. Mr. and Mrs. Mathieson, there, were
both in a weak state of health, having a tendency to consumption. On
this account they visited Aneityum several times. They were earnestly
devoted to their work, and were successful so far as health and the time
allowed to them permitted. At this juncture, a message reached me that
they were without European food, and a request to send them a little
flour if possible. The war made the journey overland impossible. A
strong wind and a high sea round the coast rendered it impracticable for
my boat to go. The danger to life from the enemy was so great, that I
could not hire a crew. I pled therefore with Nowar and Manuman, and a
few leading men to take one of their best canoes, and themselves to
accompany me. I had a large flat-bottomed pot with a close-fitting lid,
and that I pressed full of flour; and, tying the lid firmly down, I
fastened it right in the centre of the canoe, and as far above
water-mark as possible. All else that was required we tied around our
own persons. Sea and land being as they were, it was a perilous
undertaking, which only dire necessity could have justified. They were
all good swimmers, but as I could not swim the strongest man was placed
behind me, to seize me and swim ashore, if a crash came.
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