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
Aniwa, having no hills to attract and condense the clouds, suffers
badly for lack of genial rains; and the heavy rains of hurricane and
tempest seem to disappear as if by magic through the light soil and
porous rock. The moist atmosphere and the heavy dews, however, keep the
Island covered with green, while large and fruitful trees draw wondrous
nourishment from their rocky beds. The Natives suffer from a species
of Elephantiasis, in all probability produced by their bad drinking
waters, and from the hot and humid climate of their isle.
Aniwa has no harbour, or safe anchorage of any kind for ships; though,
in certain winds, they have been seen at anchor on the outer edge of
the reef, always a perilous haven! There is one crack in the coral
belt, through which a boat can safely run to shore; but the little
wharf, built there of the largest coral blocks that could be rolled
together, has been once and again swept clean off by the hurricane,
leaving “not a wrack behind.”
I had had a glimpse of Aniwa before, in the _John Knox_, when Mr.
Johnston accompanied me; and again with my dear friend Gordon, who was
murdered on Erromanga; besides, I had seen Aniwans in their canoes at
Tanna in search of food. They had pleaded with us to remain amongst
them, arguing against there being two Missionaries on Tanna and none
on Aniwa. Their “orator,” a very subtle man, who spoke Tannese well,
informed us that the white Traders told them that if they killed or
drove away the Missionaries they would get plenty of ammunition and
tobacco. This was why our life had been so often attempted. Beyond this
all was strange. Everything had to be learned afresh on Aniwa, as on
Tanna.
[Illustration: “ALL THE NATIVES WITHIN REACH ASSEMBLED.”]
When we landed, the Natives received us kindly. They and the
Aneityumese Teachers led us to a temporary home, prepared for our
abode. It was a large Native Hut. Walls and roof consisted of
sugar-cane leaf and reeds, intertwisted on a strong wooden frame. It
had neither doors nor windows, but open spaces instead of these. The
earthen floor alone looked beautiful, covered thick with white coral
broken small. It had only one Apartment; and that, meantime, had to
serve also for Church and School and Public Hall. We screened off a
little portion, and behind that screen planted our bed, and stored our
valuables. All the Natives within reach assembled to watch us taking
our food! A box at first served for a chair, the lid of another box was
our table, our cooking was all done in the open air under a large tree,
and we got along with amazing comfort. But the house was under the
shelter of a coral rock, and we saw at a glance that at certain seasons
it would prove a very hotbed of fever and ague. We were, however,
only too thankful to enter it, till a better could be built, and on a
breezier site.
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