John G. Paton, missionary to the New Hebrides, volume 3 (of 3) : $b An autobiography edited by his brotherPaton, John Gibson
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John G. Paton, missionary to the New Hebrides, volume 3 (of 3) : $b An autobiography edited by his brother
Paton, John Gibson
Missionaries -- Vanuatu -- Biography; Paton, John Gibson, 1824-1907
His Train soon disappeared into the darkness. I tried to rest, sitting
on my travelling bag, but it was too cold, and rain began to fall.
Marching about to keep up the circulation, I kept hallooing as loudly as
I could every few moments, but no sound came in reply. Worn out and
greatly disheartened, I at last put both hands to my mouth and began the
Australian _Koo-ee! Koo-ee!_ and sustained it with all the breath and
strength I possessed. By-and-bye, in the pauses, I heard a faint and far
reply, like the echo of my own voice. It drew nearer and nearer in
response to my cry, and at last grew into the salutation of a glad human
voice. It was the Minister, appointed to meet me, who now emerged out of
the darkness. There were two crossings in the district, and they had
left me at the wrong one! He had tied his horse to the fence, and
followed my cries through the night. We stumbled our way back, and were
ere long welcomed to his cozy Manse; and I tucked myself into a warm bed
as soon as possible. Not without praising our Heavenly Guide, I soon
fell into a deep and sweet sleep, and felt able next Sabbath morning for
any amount of Meetings. The Holy Day proved to be exceptionally busy,
and exceptionally happy; for I was with a good and true Minister of
Jesus Christ, and that transforms all work into joyful fellowship.
Once the shaft of our engine broke, and the train stood still. The Guard
advised all the passengers to leave and take to the fields across the
fence. I decided to stick by the train. A messenger started on the rails
behind and another in front, and each ran with all his might, waving the
red flag and shouting. But the Engineers never lost their heads for a
moment. They screwed and hammered and chiselled; they unloosed one part
and pitched it up among the coals; they fixed and adjusted another, in
the most mysterious ways, as it seemed to me. And in a very short time,
to the delight and amazement of all, that train began to move slowly
ahead, and crept on steadily to the nearest Station, one side of the
engine only being in working order. The alarm of all was very great, as
an Express was due behind us and might any moment have crashed upon the
scene. “Our Father knoweth.”
At another time I was travelling, by rail, a great distance to address a
Mid-Day Meeting. Only one hour was free, and then I must join another
train. Two or three Stations before reaching the former destination, a
gentleman surprised me, exclaiming, “Dr. Paton, here is your Lunch! You
will not have a minute for food either before or after the Meeting.
Leave the jug and plates at any Station, and they will be returned.
Goodbye and God bless you!” I looked on this excellent meal with very
curious sensations, as if it had dropped to me out of the Hand that
feeds the ravens; and I prayed my Saviour to bless the good-hearted
giver.
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