British -- Oceania -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
They went very wisely to work, with the wisdom of long deliberation on
other men's failures and successes. They imposed no restrictions save
such as were absolutely necessary for the general well-being, and even
these made for freedom. For the freedom of savagery is bondage worse
than slavery.
They promulgated through Ha'o simple rules for the protection of life
and property, and saw them carried out with the most rigid
inflexibility. Any disputes, and there were many, were brought before
the chief sitting in judgment on the verandah of his house on certain
days, with the white men in attendance to assist his deliberations.
At first the _Torch_ men acted as police when necessary, and carried
out the orders of the court. But before long certain of the tribesmen,
becoming distinguished above their fellows for their sobriety of
conduct and general demeanour, were nominated to headships of sections,
and did all that was necessary.
And Kapaa'a slept of a night, freed for ever from the stealthy terrors
of the dark.
CHAPTER XXVI
THE GENTLE MARTYR
All these matters took time, and while their hands and hearts were full
of them there came to them certain other little matters which filled
both hands and hearts to overflowing.
To Kenneth and Jean Blair was born a son, and a month later to Charles
and Alison Evans a daughter, and it is doubtful if anything in the
history of Kapaa'a had ever stirred the feminine portion of the
community to such a pitch of excitement and enthusiasm as did the
arrival of these little white strangers.
"Now," said the brown women, with deeper lights in their lustrous eyes,
as they gazed admiringly on the little pink-and-white squirmers, "you
belong to us indeed, since you have borne children among us."
And every day they made pilgrimages to the two new shrines, and sat
worshipfully, while the unconscious little saints performed their
morning ablutions and then lay gazing placidly out of their blue eyes
at the sights which no one else could see. Those striking blue
eyes--the blue of the sky up above--completed the capture of the
dark-eyed ones. There were blue eyes in plenty among the grown-up
whites, but never were blue eyes like these, and the dark eyes never
tired of gazing at them.
Of the rapturous joy of the two mothers, and the deep thankfulness of
the fathers, there is no need to speak. For a time the new maternal
cares monopolised the former, and the latter went into their island
work with new high lights in their faces and with even greater vigour
than before.
Aunt Harvey exulted in those babies as though she had had not a little
to do with bringing them about, and Mary Stuart gloated over them with
blushing cheeks and kindling eyes that told their own hopeful stories.
Every man of the _Torch_ offered his services as nursemaid to carry
them about the beach, and the numbers of small brothers and sisters
they had all been in the habit of devoting their early years to was
simply marvellous.
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