John G. Paton, missionary to the New Hebrides, volume 2 (of 3) : $b An autobiography edited by his brotherPaton, John Gibson
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John G. Paton, missionary to the New Hebrides, volume 2 (of 3) : $b An autobiography edited by his brother
Paton, John Gibson
Missionaries -- Vanuatu -- Biography; Paton, John Gibson, 1824-1907
“The whole provocation (I forgot to say) he had for laying her head
open at this time, was her saying, ‘Oh, don’t do that!’ when he got up
to burn the fine new house he had nearly completed. She learned never
again to contradict him, even when he made the wildest proposals. The
next house he burnt, a neighbour’s, he told her with a diabolical grin
(he had such a beautiful smile in his sane days!) of his purpose,
and she merely said, ‘Are you?’ and slipped round to take everything
valuable out of it, as the owners were living a week or two on a lonely
little islet adjoining this, where the Natives often go for change and
fishing. Of course, they said nothing about it on their return; no one
in the Island was prepared to tackle such a character, and he presumed
accordingly, turning his attentions more to the general public after
this, and dividing his favours pretty equally over the whole Island. He
plundered the plantations in rotation, and shot all the pigs which came
in his way, bringing Litsi part of the spoil; but she suddenly seemed
possessed of the spirit of half a dozen, sternly refusing to touch one
morsel of stolen food, and took their eldest little boy to the furthest
village, begging the people to keep him as he was too young to refuse
what was stolen. She then came to beg of me for a dose of poison—she
thought the stuff we killed the rats with would do—as he was too wicked
to live, and would bring a judgment on the whole Island. She had such a
chance through the night when he fell into a deep sleep (the first time
he was known to sleep for many weeks), and she had a great wish to take
his life, but was afraid God would not like it.
“I confirmed her fears and counselled patience a little longer, as the
Missi was getting the boat repaired to go to Tanna, and it was well
known Mungaw wanted to go there and stay a while. This was the last
hope of the whole Island, and all were eager to see the boat finished,
none more so than I, having an additional reason, viz., that it took
John away to a distance nearly the whole day, and though he always left
me with a body-guard he was not so careful of himself. I must say, the
Natives were very thoughtful about him, however, and would not let him
continue to take his nightly turns in watching our house. They begged
him to arm himself, but that, of course, he would not do. He and our
Aneityumese Teacher were the only ones who would not carry a weapon of
any kind, or give in to him when it was right to be firm, and they were
the only two Mungaw had the slightest fear of; but he kept prowling
about our Premises day and night, for what intent he best knew. When
he used to set off on his peregrinations, it was such a relief to
throw windows and doors open for air; but back he would come with the
rapidity of a race horse. Many a fainting fit he gave me; and F. used
to get white to the lips when he appeared. Even little J. began to
lisp,—‘I frightened Mungaw!’
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