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
“He had just left our Premises and gone home for supper, and then had
worship (!) with Litsi, after which she told him not to go outside, as
two or three men had been watching for three nights to get a good aim
at him. He courted death and _would_ go out, saying to Litsi, ‘You
come with me.’ She went out first and thought she saw a man standing;
but next moment the attention of both was suddenly directed to a meteor
in its transit, and while gazing at it the musket went off, going
through Mungaw’s body from arm to arm. He fell down by his own door,
crying, ‘_Awai!_’ (= Alas!), and died immediately, the murderers making
their escape as they shot the other musket into the air....
“You may be sure, after these trying times and seven months’ utter
silence regarding our absent ones, we were intensely delighted to
welcome the dear old _Dayspring_ once more. But strange as it may seem,
this is our most trying time; for all the anxiety of the past months
seems to accumulate into an agony of suspense, from the time her sails
are discerned till we have opened the most desired-for letters of our
mail and found all well. She arrived at Aniwa just two days after we
calculated upon seeing her, April 24th. The first announcement of her
approach came as we were assembled in Church at three o’clock for
the prayer-meeting; and I’m afraid the Services had not their usual
interest for me! How John could proceed quietly with his address, under
the excitement, was a puzzle; for I saw him start, and we exchanged
earnest looks, as the well-known cry greeted our ears, and then two
Natives came panting in with beaming faces, darting intelligent looks
all around.
“The Service _did_ come to an end at last, and then every one’s tongue
was loosed. It _was_ the _Dayspring_ without doubt; but was there
wind enough to bring her in that day? I made an agreement with the
herd who went for the goats to shout again if it were very near, and
soon a dozen voices yelled back the answer. I flew to give orders for
all sorts of preparations, but not a girl was to be found, all having
rushed up the hill to see for themselves; and when they came, they were
so mad with joyful excitement, that instead of their usual respectful
demeanour they tumbled heels over head on the verandah two or three
times, before they could compose themselves to work; and so many little
things waiting to be done!...
“We gathered round such a happy tea-table; for it is the most
exquisite treat to have intercourse with kindred spirits in our own
tongue, after jabbering so many months to the Darkies, and to get all
the news from the civilized world. Such a Mail too! Over one hundred
letters, and no end of papers. We simply looked at all your different
handwritings, but devoured our bairns’ monthly budgets that night after
our visitors had retired to their rooms....
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