British -- Oceania -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
"I have come to make your lives happier, Maruaine. I will not hurt a
hair of their heads. But they must learn, and this is the first
lesson."
Kahili's wife followed, and one by one the other women came, with more
spears and clubs, till the pile was a goodly one.
Then he had a fire kindled beneath them, and the brown men watched its
easy lighting with a match with wonder, but twisted uneasily as the
weapons were consumed.
[Illustration: Peace with a spear.]
"Now, listen!" said Blair, when the crackling died down. "Maru and
Kahili, and the others we have taken will go with us to Kapaa'a for a
time, and will live with us there. We intend them no harm. They will,
I hope, learn many things amongst us, and then they will come back and
tell you of them. We wish your good, only your good, always your good.
But those who do ill, who break the peace, and rob their weaker
neighbours, will have to answer to us for it. Ha'o of Kapaa'a has
known us now a long time. He will tell you that we mean you well."
And Ha'o stood out before them, tall and brown, and said, in a voice
that rang above the wash of the surf and the pattering of the palm
fronds--
"Kenni is my brother. He has done great things for Kapaa'a. Twice he
saved my life, and the lives of my people. Three times he risked his
own life, and the lives of his people. His blood has run for us. What
Kenni says and does is good. Any man who thinks otherwise I am ready
to talk to him," and it was evident to all that Ha'o's talk would be
strong, and to the point.
Blair said a word or two to him, and he added--
"While Maru and Kahili are living with us, Maru's wife will be your
chief. She is a wise woman, and loves peace more than war. Has any
one anything to say against it?"
No one at the moment desired to say anything against it, whatever they
might think or feel.
"It is well," said Ha'o. "Let no man speak against it when we are not
here. Now you will bring us food, and then we will go home."
Two very sober and thoughtful men were Maru and Kahili as Kanele sank
into the sea astern. They were treated, however, with every
consideration, and Blair was at much pains to explain his ideas to them
so far as concerned themselves. For the rest, it was curious to notice
how the men of each island kept themselves to themselves. There were
differences of dialect, of course, which interfered somewhat with
freedom of intercourse, but there were also lifelong memories of bloody
feuds which kept them apart. It was a mighty step towards better times
to see them there in peaceful toleration of one another's presence.
The dividing lines were at once the mark of the past and the sign of
the future. A year before they would have been at one another's
throats.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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