British -- Oceania -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
"Under the new order of things, perhaps. But hitherto you must
remember that death dodged life round every corner here, and life broke
off very short at times. However, we cannot clean up all the world;
but, please God, we'll do our best with this little bit of it. And
now," jumping up, "I must get back to work, or your masters will be
calling me names. Don't kill those two infants with kindness, Mary."
He stood looking down upon them all for a moment, while the women all
bent over the wrigglers on the white cloth.
"Is it possible that not one of you ever feels a longing for the
fleshpots of Egypt?" he asked, with a smile.
"Do we ever show any symptoms?" asked Jean.
"You certainly do at the moment. You all three look as if you would
like to devour those children on the spot," and he went away to grind
out dialects with Matti and Ha'o.
CHAPTER XXVII
PEACE WITH A SPEAR
The work progressed favourably but not without occasional set-backs.
On Kapaa'a, where its supervision was most constant, the advance was
naturally greatest. On the outer islands the brown men and women were
effusive in their promises--in expectation of largesse. Like the
prodigals of all time, they were always ready to discount future
benefits--which they did not very fully understand and considered
somewhat problematic--for a trifle on account, which they understood
extremely well. But the moment their preceptors' backs were turned,
the promises were forgotten in immediate enjoyment of the reward.
All this was only what was to be expected, and in no way disconcerted
the labourers in the field. Blair would rate the delinquents
good-humouredly for their shortcomings, and they would acknowledge them
like schoolboys, promise amendment, and break the promise before the
_Torch_ had rounded the Head. He felt himself in closer touch with
them, however, on each visit, and was satisfied. His plans and hopes
were very wide-reaching, and God's temples, natural, physical, or
spiritual, do not rise in a day.
Occasionally there were more serious lapses, and these had to be dealt
with firmly but delicately, so thin were the cords by which he held
them.
Aia, the smallest island of the group, lay a short five miles beyond
Kanele, sacred to the memory of Aunt Jannet Harvey. Aia had a
population of about fifty. Kanele three times as many.
Blair and Jean and Kenni-Kenni landed on the latter one day, on one of
the regular rounds of visitation, and received the usual expectant
welcome from old Maru and Kahili and the rest. The women crowded
enthusiastically round Jean and her boy, while Blair talked to the men
and divided among them the things he had brought. They stopped on
shore several hours and were regaled with fruits and coco-nuts. When
they got into the boat the whole population lined the beach and waved
them farewells.
"We really seem to be getting hold of them at last," said Blair, as
they rolled along towards the _Torch_.
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