Life of John Coleridge Patteson : Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian IslandsYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Life of John Coleridge Patteson : Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian Islands
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Missions -- Melanesia; Patteson, John Coleridge, 1827-1871
'The first canoe that came had five men on board. Girdles of beautifully
plaited cocoa-nut fibre round their waists were their only clothing, but
some had wreaths of flowers and green leaves round their heads, and most
of them wore mother-of-pearl shells, beads, &c., round their necks and
in their ears. They do not tattoo, but brand their skins. All five came,
and presently three more, and then another; but seeing a large double
canoe with perhaps twenty men in her coming close, we stood away. Two of
our visitors chose to stay, and we have them on board now: Alsoff, a man
of perhaps forty-five, and Mospa, a very intelligent young man from whom
I am picking up words as fast as I can. F. would have laughed to have
seen me rigging them out in calico shirts, buttoning them up. Mospa gave
me his wooden comb, which they push through their hair, as you ladies do
coral or gold pins at parties. Another fellow whose head was elaborately
frizzled and plastered with coral lime, departed with one of my common
calico pocket-handkerchiefs with my name in Joan's marking. This is to
adorn his head, and for aught I know, is the first, and certainly the
best specimen of handwriting in the island. We hope to call at all these
islands on our way back from the north, but at present we only dodge a
few canoes, &c.
'July 20.--I suppose you like to know all little things, so I tell you
that our Fate friends, being presented each with a blanket, just wound
themselves up on the cabin floor, one close to Leonard and me, and slept
away in style; that I soon taught them to eat with a knife and fork, and
to-day have almost succeeded in making them believe that plum pudding
(our Sunday dish) is a fine thing.
'July 21.--All day we have been very slowly drifting along the west
side of Espiritu Santo. A grand mountainous chain runs along the whole
island, the peaks we estimate at 4,000 feet high. This alone is a fine
sight--luxuriant vegetation to nearly the top of the peaks, clouds
resting upon the summit of the range, from the evaporation caused by the
vast amount of vegetable matter.
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