British -- Oceania -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
These others are children also. In spite of their blue skies and
crystal seas and waving palms, they are buried in a darkness like unto
death. It is for us who rejoice in the light to help them towards it.
Our own great inheritance carries with it an inevitable and inalienable
obligation. Shirk it we may and do, cancel it we cannot.
It was the recognition of this paramount duty, in perhaps somewhat
abnormal measure, that made Kenneth Blair what he was. He brought to
the work the white fire of a mighty enthusiasm which nothing could
damp, and which did one good to look upon. The spur of what he deemed
a former lapse urged him at times, perhaps, to extremes in the matter
of personal risk; but if any man ever carried the courage of his
convictions to their fullest limit, without a thought for himself, that
did Kenneth Blair. With it all a simplicity of manner which was never
at fault, because it assumed nothing; a natural gaiety and
high-heartedness which carried him bravely through many a difficult
place, and drew even the brown men to him; and a width of view, with a
long forward reach, which might have made a statesman of him, had he
not chosen this higher path.
To see him at football on the beach with a shrieking crowd of brown
boys, himself as much a boy as the nakedest of the lot, was one thing.
And to see him pondering, or hear him unfolding to the others, his
plans for the Dark Islands, was quite another.
He had seen the strange, and in some cases awful, developments of
civilisation in some of the other islands. He had pondered them for
years, and had studied cause and effect from germ to ultimate issue.
They were as warning lights to him. The wonderful chance which placed
in his hands the financial lever had awakened mighty hopes in him. In
his mind's eye he saw the Dark Islands enlightened, self-governing,
self-possessing, self-supporting--a prospect worth any man's life's
work.
Of the preliminary clearing work, then, we will say little. It was dry
and dull and dreary enough at times to provoke Aunt Jannet Harvey to
active remonstrance at the apparent inactivity of the propaganda. But
the quiet work, confined as it was almost entirely to the presentation
of better ways of life by force of example, and the very occasional
dropping here and there of a seed of precept, began to show some small
signs of fruit at last.
Within a very short time Nai's advanced notions in the matter of dress
had caught on, and instead of the precarious ridi fringe, towels, or,
in default of them, a strip of striped calico, had become the
fashionable female attire. Within six months the brown men were going
about fully clothed--in a loin cloth.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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