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
'We called at Tanna, to see poor Mr. Paton, who lost his wife last
April. He is living on there quite alone, and has already lived down the
first angry opposition of some of the people, and the unkind treatment
that he received from men and women alike who mocked him because of his
wife's death, &c. He has had much fever and looked very ill, but his
heart was in his work; and the Bishop said he seemed to be one of the
weak things which God hath chosen. I know he made me feel pretty well
ashamed of myself.
'Next day we spent a few hours with Mr. and Mrs. Gordon at Erromango. He
has a small house on the high table-land overlooking Dillon's Bay, and
certainly is exposed to winds which may, for aught I know, rival those
of Wellington notoriety. The situation is, however, far preferable in
the summer to that on the beach, which is seldom free from malaria and
ague.
'Then we sailed to the great bay of Pango, landed at Fate a fellow
who had come to the Bishop in New Zealand for a passage, and in the
afternoon sailed away through "the Pool" (the landlocked space between
Mallicolo and Espiritu Santo to the west; Aspee, Ambrym, Whitsuntide,
Aurora to the east), where for eighty miles the water is always smooth,
the wind always steady, the scenery always lovely, and where, on this
occasion, the volcano was bright.
'Being nearly becalmed to the south-east of Leper's Isle, the Bishop
gave me the choice of a visit to Whitsuntide or Leper's Island. I voted
for the latter, and delighted we were to renew an acquaintance made two
years ago, and not since kept up, with these specially nice people. We
were recognised at once, but we have a very small vocabulary.
'The sea was running heavily into the bay, but it is sand there and not
much rock on the beach, and we had a jolly swim ashore. Then we bought a
few yams, which the surf did not permit us to get to the boat, and had
a very pleasant visit; for, as we sat among them, words came into one's
head, or were caught from their mouth, and at the end of twenty minutes
we were getting on a little. The old chief took me by the hand and led
me aside to the spot where the ladies were assembled, and divining no
doubt that I was a bachelor, politely offered me his daughter, and his
protection, &c., if I would live among them.
'I missed seeing the Bishop knocked clean over by the breakers as he
was swimming off to the boat; I was still talking to the people, with my
back to the sea, and only saw him staggering to his feet again. Thinking
to myself that if he was knocked over, I had better look out, I awaited
a "smooth" and swam out comfortably.
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