British -- Oceania -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
"Well, well," said Blair. "It's generally easier to undo than to do.
But our aim is life, not death. We shall have all we can do to put new
life into our brown friends, without spending our energies and bruising
our consciences by choking the old life out of our yellow enemies."
"All the same, sir, we'd have been safer for the future if those
rascals were rolling at the bottom of the sea than floating quietly on
top of it. If they don't come back here, they'll go somewhere else and
play the same game."
"I'm afraid they will, captain; but all the same I don't see my way to
hanging them. If they come back here, as they quite possibly may----"
"Will, sure," said the captain.
"Well, if they do it will be our duty to protect the sheep from the
wolves."
"I'm half hoping they'll try it on," said Cathie. "Yon long gun would
make fine play with 'em."
In the morning Blair and the other men went ashore again. The ladies
begged to go too, but he thought it wiser to wait till they learned the
minds of the rest of the islanders.
They found the atoll men busily at work running up shelters, and quite
content with their new surroundings. This was a place of infinitely
wider scope than their own circumscribed island, and they had no desire
whatever to go back to it. Knowing how intense the racial hatreds were
among the islands, Blair could only hope that Ha'o's influence might
suffice for their protection.
He was wondering when any of the original inhabitants would turn up
again, when he saw a straggling company descending the hill, and at the
head of it Ha'o, easily recognisable by his costume of white towels.
He waved his hand at sight of them, and quickened his pace. As he drew
near they saw that his face was very grim, and he began to speak so
rapidly and energetically that Matti could only wait and absorb the
sense of it without any attempt at translation.
"There is trouble," said Matti, turning to Blair as the other paused
for breath. "In his absence, and thinking he was gone for good, his
brother has become chief, and he will not give up his place."
"And what do the people say?" asked Blair, and Matti put the question.
"They are divided. There were some who were never contented, and there
are some who always want change, and there are some who stand on one
side to see which party is strongest. Those who were with me on the
ship stay with me, and there are many others, but Ra'a"--Racha or Raka,
his brother--"has also many. It will lead to trouble."
This was a quite unexpected development and obstacle. From his slight
knowledge of island ways, Blair foresaw that it was a matter that might
lead to constant strife. For there is no quarrel so bitter as a family
quarrel, and the tribe is but the family on a larger scale.
"Come to the ship, Ha'o," he said, "and let us talk it over. Where is
Nai?"
"She is with her people. She will come when I send for her. My other
wives my brother has taken, but I do not want them."
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