British -- Oceania -- Fiction; Missionaries -- Fiction
When Blair told him of his impending trip of exploration, and tried to
induce him to come with them, Ha'o stated bluntly that he preferred to
remain at home. It was not impossible that he had it in his mind that
if anything happened in Blair's absence, he would have the freer hand
to act as he pleased. For the white men were ever on the side of
magnanimity, and magnanimity, where Ra'a was concerned, was to Ha'o
simple foolishness.
CHAPTER XVIII
SETBACKS
So the _Torch_ slipped down the lagoon like a picture, and Nai and the
other ladies completed their laundry operations, and in due course the
red sun dropped into the sea, without the explosive hiss which seemed
inevitable, and night fell on the little community as peacefully as
usual.
Evans conducted their evening service, and the attentive ring of brown
men and women round the platform of the house hummed the tunes gaily,
echoed the white "Amen" with the gusto of children after a long sermon,
and dispersed like big bumble-bees to their homes.
Jean could not sleep that night. It was the first time she and Kenneth
had been separated, since their marriage, and she felt as lonely as the
circumstances demanded. She got up at last and slipped on a
dressing-gown, and went out and sat on the platform.
The soft lip-lap of the water on the beach, and the distant growl of
the surf, were soothing, and she sat looking at the great new stars,
with which she was becoming friendly by degrees, and thinking of her
husband, and wondering how far he had got, and of the vast change her
marriage had made in her life.
She had never for one moment regretted it. All her heaven on earth was
centred in Kenneth. So long as he remained to her, all the rest was
nothing. And before long they would begin to see the fruit of their
quiet sowing, the Dark Islands would be dark no longer, and they would
be living a quiet, happy life among a new and contented people. It was
a grand and glorious work. No, she had no regrets--since she had
Kenneth.
On her right across the river, as she sat facing the sea, the mountain
loomed sombre and menacing--the hill Difficulty. Her thoughts ran back
to that trying morning when she and Kenneth faced the hill, and what it
held, all alone, not knowing whether they would ever come back alive.
Like many another hill on life's highway, its menace had been chiefly
in their own fears, and had disappeared on closer acquaintance. How
she wished that uncomfortable man Ra'a would go away, or be reconciled
to his brother, or do anything that would allow the community to settle
down in peace to its new life's work.
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