British -- Oceania -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
"What they did before we came was not our fault. What they do now is,
and the sooner Kenneth puts a stop to it the better," was Aunt Jannet's
final word.
Matters went on quietly--Evans and the men of the yacht clearing and
breaking up ground for trial plantings of various seeds, the brown men
busy on their boats to the tune of "Kown 'im!" the women, brown and
white, busy on their household duties, the children laughing and
screaming--till, on the seventh day, a brown runner came, fresh from
the surf behind the ridge, to tell them that the _Torch_ was in sight.
And instantly they dropped what they were at, to scramble up the
shoulder of the hill and wave their joyful welcome. Not a white man or
woman there but felt a new sense of security and hopefulness at sight
of her, and it was chiefly because on board of her was the wise head
and great heart to which they had all come to look for guidance and
inspiration in their work.
It was a very joyful meeting when the anchor rattled down, and Blair
and Stuart and Captain Cathie jumped ashore from the whale-boat, and
the brown men welcomed them, outwardly at all events, with as much
gusto as the whites.
And great stories Blair and the others had to tell of their doings out
beyond. The brown men and women crowded round the platform till late
into the night, laughing and chattering with appreciation of the white
men's volubility, though they could not understand a word of it all.
It had been a most satisfactory trip. They had visited all the six
islands of the group, and had landed at various places on each of them.
They had found the natives suspicious at first, but amenable to
presents and open to their advances when they found nothing ulterior in
them. In fact, in several places, when the brown men found them
actually going away, without any attempts at kidnapping or otherwise
molesting them, they followed in their canoes for long distances
begging them to return.
"It's a glorious field," said Blair, stretching out his arms
energetically as though to gather it all in at once, "if we can only
occupy it and fence it round before the degraders come. And we must,
for one of those islands given over to the devil would be like a plague
spot infecting all the rest."
Then they told him of the happenings at home. He was startled at
Ra'a's outbreak and at thought of the consequences if it had proved
successful.
"I hate the thought of coercing him or any one," he said thoughtfully;
"but until he either comes in, which I fear is hopeless, or is got rid
of in some way, he is going to be a terrible hindrance to our work."
"Deport him to yon outer island, Mr. Blair, with such of his people as
stick to him," suggested Cathie; "then the rest will have peace."
"Easily said, captain, and a good idea; but how?"
"It would mean fighting, I suppose," said Cathie briskly, "unless
common-sense led him to give in quietly. Sometimes it pays best in the
long run to grip your nettle at once and grip it hard."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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