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
'After a while I walked back to the beach, no indication having been
made of unfriendliness, but I had not gone more than a quarter of a
mile when three men rushed past me from behind, and ran on to the beach.
Meanwhile Mr. Dudley and Wadrokala in the boat were rather uneasy at
the manner of the people standing near them on the reef; and they too
suspected that something unusual had occurred. Presently they saw these
three men rush out of the bush on to the beach and distribute "kava"
(leaves of the pepper plant) among the people, who at once changed their
manner, became quite friendly and soon dispersed. It was quite evident
that a discussion had taken place on shore as to the treatment we were
to receive; and these men on the beach were awaiting the result of the
discussion, prepared to act accordingly. There was scarcely any danger
in our case of their deciding to injure us, because they knew us well;
but had we been strangers we should have been killed of course; their
practice being, naturally enough, to revenge the death of a countryman
on the arrival of the next man who comes from what they suppose to be
their enemies' country.
'This story may show you that caution is necessary long after the time
that a real friendship has commenced and been carried on. We never can
tell what may have taken place during the intervals of our visits. I
returned to the village, with Mr. Kerr and Mr. Dudley and slept ashore,
thinking it right to restore mutual confidence at once; and there was
not the slightest risk in doing so.
'Now let me tell you about an island called Ambrym, lying to the
south of Aurora and Pentecost, the two northernmost islands of the New
Hebrides group.
'Ambrym is a grand island, with a fine active volcano, so active on this
last occasion of our visiting it, that we were covered and half-blinded
by the ashes; the deck was thickly covered with them, and the sea
for miles strewed with floating cinders. We have repeatedly landed in
different parts of the island, but this time we visited an entirely new
place. There was a considerable surf on the beach, and I did not like
the boat to go near the shore, partly on that account, but chiefly
because our rule is not to let the boat approach too near the beach lest
it should be hauled up on shore by the people and our retreat to the
schooner cut off. So I beckoned to some men in a canoe (for I could not
speak a word of the language), who paddled up to us, and took me ashore.
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