The Cruise of the Mary Rose; Or, Here and There in the PacificKingston, William Henry Giles
Religion
The Cruise of the Mary Rose; Or, Here and There in the Pacific
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Missions -- Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Sea stories
It was daylight before we were able again to set forward to return to my
brother's now desolate home. Still we could rejoice, and be thankful
that none of those most dear to us had been lost. We hoped that the
poor natives might have escaped as well; but we had not descended far
through the lower ground before we found one crushed by a fallen tree,
and another drowned in a water-hole, into which he had apparently
stumbled. The lightning had struck a third whose blackened corpse we
found beneath a tall tree stripped of its branches. These were beyond
human help.
"Grant that they died in the Lord," observed the missionary, as we noted
the spots where they lay, that we might send and bury them.
The numbers wandering houseless and without food most claimed our
sympathy. Our worst apprehensions were realised. In the late neat and
pretty village not a cottage retained its roof, and by far the greater
number lay levelled with the ground, some mere heaps of ruin, while of
others not a remnant was to be seen, the whole building having been
carried off by the floods or wind. Of the church only part of the walls
remained standing; and even the heavier timbers of the roof lay
scattered about in every direction. This destruction naturally deeply
affected the missionary. "Still I pray that the faith and trust of the
people will not be found wanting under this trial," he murmured as we
passed on.
The school-houses were much in the same condition; but happily the
printing-office, a strong stone building, had escaped any serious
damage, as had its valuable contents. Here not only was printing
carried on, but the Bibles and other books were stored, as were the
machines for binding, a work performed very neatly by the natives. This
circumstance again raised my brother's spirits: "While the Book of God
remains, we have nought to fear."
It was sad to see the natives collecting from all points to which they
had fled to escape the flood and storm, as they first caught sight of
their ruined habitations.
"The village must be rebuilt on Christian principles," said my brother
with a smile; and going among the people, he called them around him, and
advised them to lose no time in collecting food and rebuilding their
houses, urging those without young children or unmarried to assist those
with families, or the sick and aged, before attending to their own
wants. The reply was most satisfactory, and all agreed to follow his
advice.
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