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 other day I landed as usual among a crowd of old acquaintances,
painted and armed, but of that I thought nothing. Knowing them to be
so friendly to us, instead of landing alone, I took two or three of
our party to walk inland with me; and off we started, Mr. Dudley and
Wadrokala being left sitting in the boat, which was, as usual, a short
distance from the beach. We had walked about half a mile before I
noticed something unusual in the manner of the people, and I overheard
them talking in a way that made me suspect that something had happened
which they did not want me to know. Petere had not made his appearance,
though in general the first to greet us, and on my making enquiries for
him, I was told that he was not well. Not long afterwards I overheard
a man say that Petere was dead, and taking again some opportunity that
offered itself for asking about him, was told that he was dead, that he
had died of dysentery. I was grieved to hear this, because I liked
him personally and had expected help from him when the time came for
commencing a Mission station on the island. The distance from the beach
to the village where Petere lived is about one and a half mile, and
a large party had assembled before we reached it. There was a great
lamentation and crying on our arrival, during which I sat down on a
large log of a tree. Then came a pause, and I spoke to the people,
telling them how sorry I was to hear of Petere's death. There was
something strange still about their manner, which I could not quite make
out; and one of our party, who was not used to the kind of thing, did
not like the looks of the people and the clubs and spears. At last one
of them, an old scholar of ours, came forward and said, "The men here do
not wish to deceive you; they know that you loved Petere, and they will
not hide the truth; Petere was killed by a man in a ship, a white man,
who shot him in the forehead." Of course I made minute enquiries as to
the ship, the number of masts, how many people they saw, whether there
was anything remarkable about the appearance of any person on board, &c.
The men standing round us were a good deal excited, but the same story
was told by them all.
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