British -- Oceania -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
He had also, after considerable hesitation, thrown a pebble at one of
the stone gods, of which he had hither-to stood in much awe. And as no
ill results followed he had become bold and warlike, and thought
nothing of challenging the bearded sailormen to mortal combat. And
they delighted in him exceedingly, and had promised to teach him to box
and to swim as soon as the boat was finished.
Nai was getting about again and would soon be as well as ever. The
broken arm and leg were mending, and never was invalid more tenderly
ministered to, or more grateful to her nurses. It was upon Ha'o that
the catastrophe seemed to have had the most lasting effect, and that,
after all, was perhaps not unnatural. The country was his, and the
people were his, and they had suffered terribly. His faith in Kenneth
Blair underwent no visible eclipse, however, and he laboured at the
boat-building with the rest.
The days passed very slowly for those left behind, and when the limit
allowed for the voyage was exceeded by one day, two days, three days,
Jean's anxieties began to show head again.
"Don't worry, child!" said Aunt Jannet. "That boat has probably proved
even slower than they expected. My only wonder was that it would sail
at all. Not one of them ever built a boat in his life before, and I'm
sure it looked a deal more like a big washtub with a cover on than a
ship. They'll turn up all right in time. If they'd been meant to be
drowned they'd every chance when all the rest were."
And surely enough, on the eleventh day, the _Kenni-Kenni_ came wafting
slowly down the lagoon, having come in by the upper entrance and made a
short call on the brown men in the old quarters.
They were all well and brought a full cargo of news and stock and
plants, and Blair himself was in the highest of spirits and hungry to
get to work on the new plantations.
The other islands had suffered somewhat from the big wave, chiefly in
the matter of boats. The news of the dire happenings on Kapaa'a had
filled them with amazement. The Evanses and Stuarts, and all their
works and belongings, were flourishing mightily. They sent endless
condolences to Jean and Aunt Jannet and Nai and Ha'o, and had been for
embarking at once to their consolation. But as the _Kenni-Kenni_ was
to start on her longer journey as soon as she could be provisioned,
that was out of the question, as it would have been impossible for them
to get back home again.
"Yes," acknowledged Captain Cathie, in reply to a pointed question of
Aunt Jannet's respecting the sailorly qualities of his boat, "I'm bound
to say she's not exactly what you might call a fast boat. But she's
sure, and if you give her wind enough and time enough she gets there
all right."
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