British -- Oceania -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
There was an old candle-nut tree in a corner at the head of the Valley,
and they set out to stain the little ship dark red with a decoction of
its bark, but as the supply ran short the result was not altogether
happy. However, she floated on an even keel and was as tight as a
drum, forty feet over all, ten feet beam, decked all over and yawl
rigged. Spars and sails they had in plenty from the treasure trove of
the beach, and Captain Cathie undertook to take her all the way to
Sydney if need be. He also expressed the explicit intention of
overhauling the first ship or island he came across for a supply of
paint, all of one colour, sufficient to go all round her.
Nevertheless, and in spite of her lack in such minor details, their
hearts were very full as they lined the beach, with their eyes on the
little ship, and in their ears Blair's voice ringing strong and true
with gratitude and hope, as he prayed God's blessing on the
accomplished work of their hands, and on the work she had still to do.
When the ceremony was over, and Blair happened to be standing for a
moment alone, Captain Pym came up to him and wrung his hand heartily.
"Blair," he said, and his old shipmates on the _Bonita_ would not have
known either his voice or the look on his face, "I'm glad I came here.
But for my poor fellows who are gone, I could almost say I'm glad I was
wrecked here. I have learnt a great deal," and Blair answered him with
a cordial grip and a beaming smile.
On the morrow, Blair and Pym and Cathie and a crew of six, three
Torches, and three Bonitas, took leave of the rest and sailed for
Kanele.
Jean felt this parting terribly, the little ship looked so small, so
uncouth, so unequal to emergencies. But she kept a brave face, and
waved her farewells from the shore with a fervent prayer for their
safety, and then went quietly about her work, with her own Kenni-Kenni
clinging to her skirts, while his namesake carried his father away
across the seas to possible dangers, to possible---- Nay, she would
have faith in that protecting hand which had brought them through so
many difficulties before, and to fear was to doubt.
[Illustration: Waved her farewells from the shore.]
So her heart sang valiantly, "God's in His heaven, all's well!" and
after that first hour her face was calm and hopeful, and she was
counting the days to their return.
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