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
Confessedly, however, it was uphill, weary, and trying work. For one
thing, these Tannese were terribly dishonest; and when there was any
special sickness, or excitement from any cause, their bad feeling
towards the Worship was displayed by the more insolent way in which they
carried off whatever they could seize. When I opposed them, the club or
tomahawk, the musket or _kawas_ (_i.e._, killing stone), being instantly
raised, intimated that my life would be taken, if I resisted them. Their
skill in stealing on the sly was phenomenal! If an article fell, or was
seen on the floor, a Tannaman would neatly cover it with his foot, while
looking you frankly in the face, and, having fixed it by his toes or by
bending in his great toe like a thumb to hold it, would walk off with
it, assuming the most innocent look in the world. In this way, a knife,
a pair of scissors, or any smaller article, would at once disappear.
Another fellow would deftly stick something out of sight amongst the
whip-cord plaits of his hair, another would conceal it underneath his
naked arm, while yet another would shamelessly lift what he coveted and
openly carry it away.
With most of them, however, the shame was not in the theft, but in doing
it so clumsily that they were discovered! Once, after continuous rain
and a hot damp atmosphere, when the sun shone out I put my bed-clothes
on a rope to dry. I stood at hand watching, as also the wives of two
Teachers, for things were mysteriously disappearing almost under our
very eyes. Suddenly, Miaki, who with his war-companions had been
watching us unobserved, came rushing to me breathless and alone,
crying,—
“Missi, come in, quick, quick! I want to tell you something and to get
your advice!”
He ran into my house, and I followed; but before he had got into his
story, we heard the two women crying out,—
“Missi, missi, come quick! Miaki’s men are stealing your sheets and
blankets!”
I ran at once, but all were gone into the bush, and with them my sheets
and blankets. Miaki for a moment looked abashed, as I charged him with
deceiving me just to give his men their opportunity. But he soon rose to
the occasion. He wrought himself into a towering rage at them,
flourished his huge club and smashed the bushes all around, shouting to
me,—
“Thus will I smash these fellows, and compel them to return your
clothes.”
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