CHAPTER VI.

FIJIAN SPELLING—THE FUTURE CAPITAL—A PLANTER’S LIFE—FOREIGN

LABOUR—QUAINT POSTAGE-STAMPS.

LEVUKA, _November 1, 1875_.

MY DEAR GEORGE,—We are settling down into the quietest of lives, and I

have no special news to give you; but the day is so lovely that I could

not stay in the house, so I wandered up the hill to a huge boulder of

grey rock, fringed with the loveliest ferns, on which I am now sitting,

looking across the bluest of seas to the great isle of Viti Levu, whose

mountains lie dreamily on the horizon. I must tell you that Viti Levu

simply means Great Viti, which is the name by which these islands are

always called by their own inhabitants, the name of Fiji, which we have

adopted, being simply the Tongan mispronunciation of the word. If you

look at a map of the group, you will see that this isle of Ovalau, though

important by reason of its being the site of Levuka, the white men’s

capital, is only a small isle lying off Viti Levu, as does also the tiny

isle of Bau, on which is King Thakombau’s own particular capital.

Owing to the peculiarity of orthodox Fijian spelling, you must pronounce

an _m_ before the _b_—so that town is called MBau. Moreover, the sound

of _th_ is represented by the letter _c_, so that I ought to spell

Thakombau, Cacobau; and Tholo, which is mountain, should be Colo.

Moreover, you must always sound the letter _n_ before _d_, _g_, and

_q_. Now, isn’t this puzzling? I think you will admit the wisdom of

my spelling Fijian words and names as you are expected to pronounce

them. Certainly you could hardly be expected to understand the delicate

compliment conveyed to Sir Arthur in the name of a new town which is

called after him, Koro-i-aco, _aco_ being the equivalent of Arthur.

Speaking of new towns, one of the principal topics of conversation here

is the probability of the site of the capital being changed ere long, as

Levuka is manifestly unsuited to develop into a town of such importance

as it is hoped the capital of this new colony will ere long become. The

first whites were thankful to settle here, because of being so near to

Bau, and to friendly chiefs, and so it answered their purpose very well;

but it is a place where there is no room for extension, and what land

there is, is all in private hands; and the 180 houses, such as they

are, look as if they had been accidentally dropped all over the small

available space. They are all temporary buildings, either reed houses

with thatched roofs, or wooden houses roofed with shingles or corrugated

zinc,—most of them are just poor little cottages. The best wooden house

will not stand this climate for more than eight or ten years, and then

involves ceaseless repairs, so everything about the place looks poor and

“disjaskit,” as the old wives in Scotland would say.

Then the situation is in every respect bad. There is no stone suitable

for building. The high hills of Ovalau attract the rain, and the

temperature is higher than on other isles, never lower than 70°, and

rising to 90°. The town faces the east, so that from early dawn the full

heat of the sun beats on the hard cliffs of dark conglomerate rocks,

which rise abruptly close round the little strip of land—in all not

thirty acres—on which Levuka is built, and which is only from five to

eight feet above the ordinary high-water mark. A considerable portion of

this is devoted to swampy _taro_-fields; and drainage on any system is

impossible, because a drain would simply find the water-level. Naturally,

the place is not very healthy, and various other sites are proposed. Each

of these is said to have a multitude of advantages, all of which will

have to be officially reported upon.

Nandi is recommended as having an admirable climate, several fine rivers,

good stone for building, and as being a good riding country, and suitable

for rearing cattle. But the chances seem in favour of Suva on Viti

Levu, which also has good building stone, and a thermometer down to 72°

occasionally. It is said to be the best harbour of refuge and port of

call in the group, with abundant good anchorage for many vessels, and

invariably smooth water—a place where hurricane waves are unknown, and

which is a central position, and therefore suitable for all purposes. We

are going to see this paradise before long, so you will hear all about it.

Meanwhile the chance of any change is naturally most distasteful to the

people who have settled here, for poor as the houses are, still they

are homes, and any move would involve expenses which few could possibly

afford. I had no conception till I came here that any whole community

could be so poor. Before we arrived we heard much about the iniquities

of the white population, and I have no doubt that there were many who

were originally attracted here by the freedom from all restraint of any

civilised government, and to whom the anarchy of the law was anything

but a drawback. But those days are now a tale of the past, and what we

do find are apparently good, well-intentioned people, struggling to keep

up a respectable appearance, but utterly crushed by poverty. Many have

battled for years in exile, enduring sore hardship and privation of every

sort.

Nothing can well be imagined harder than the present position of the

planting community in these isles. Many of them, gentlemen by birth and

education, came here long years ago and sank what money they possessed

in purchase of land and the necessary outlay thereon. Or, still oftener,

they started with the terrible drawback of having to borrow money at

high interest—a yoke which, once assumed, could rarely be shaken off.

Then followed long, lonely years of hard toil, too often resulting only

in bitter disappointment from failing crops or devastating hurricanes,

which in a few hours swept away the fruits of months of toil. Even when

these disasters have not occurred, low prices and enormous expenses

of freight to the colonies, as they call Australia or New Zealand, of

storage there, and finally of transit to England, have reduced profits

to a mere cipher. And thus it is that, utterly ruined and overwhelmed

with debt, with health shattered by privation, and lack of what we deem

positive necessaries of life, a very large proportion of the planters are

left stranded,—literally without the means to get away, helpless, and

wellnigh hopeless,—living just like the natives, on yams and wild pig,

knowing no greater luxury than a bowl of yangona, and unable from sheer

poverty to obtain the commonest comforts of civilised life. There are

many houses in which beef and mutton, rice, barley, or flour, wine or

spirits, even tea or coffee and sugar, are wellnigh forgotten luxuries.

I am told that on the occasion of Sir Arthur’s arrival, when about two

hundred of these gentlemen assembled at Levuka to meet him, many were

compelled to absent themselves from sheer inability to face such small

expenses as were involved by the journey and hotel quarters. Others could

only meet it by bringing with them supplies of poultry and vegetables

for sale in Levuka. Many are unable, from sheer poverty, to hire a

sufficient number of labourers to work the estates, which at present they

cannot sell,—all land-titles being so insecure, that until they have

been formally examined and acknowledged by the British Government (Lands

Commission), no capitalist would dream of investing in what might prove

so worthless a speculation; and though the Lands Commission are doing

their utmost to push on their work, it is a slow and difficult task,

involving endless patient inquiry, and weighing of conflicting evidence.

So, at the present moment, these people actually are worse off than they

were before annexation—a sad discovery for men who had looked on that

event as a magic spell which would at once disentangle this disordered

skein. And they are now more down-hearted than ever.

Once their land-titles are proved, and they can sell their estates to

new-comers with full purses and fresh energy, times will doubtless

improve, and it will be shown what these isles are really worth. As yet

the golden age cannot be said to have dawned, and the resources of the

country are still unknown. The cotton trade, which for a while was so

flourishing, has for the present utterly failed, the silky sort grown

here having lost favour with manufacturers. Coffee, sugar, and tobacco

are all undeveloped. At present the principal articles of trade in the

isles are a preparation of dried cocoa-nut known as _coppra_, from which

oil is afterwards extracted, and the Bêches-de-mer, a species of hideous,

large, black sea-slug, which, when dried, resemble lumps of india-rubber,

and from which the Chinese make a rich soup, said to be equal in flavour

to that produced from the far-famed gelatinous birds’ nests. This,

and the pearly shell of a huge oyster, being natural products, afford

occupation to many who have failed in more settled work. Consequently

a large proportion of the white men who find life in Fiji so hard a

struggle, are more or less directly engaged in the Bêches-de-mer and

pearl-shell fisheries; and there are not wanting croakers who foresee a

time when this supply will be exhausted.

I believe the only new settlers since annexation are two Chinamen (as

usual, always enterprising and cheerful in face of difficulties, and

making money where no one else can do so). They have just rented ten

acres of land here to start a vegetable garden, so we foresee an abundant

supply for the town, and wealth for the deserving gardeners. Strange that

no European should have thought of trying this. I do not, however, think

that it could ever answer for poor working men to come here—certainly not

as simple workers—for, of course, no one would dream of paying wages at

European, or still less at colonial, rates, when he can get black labour

for so little.

The sum at which “foreign labour” is usually to be had is about £10 for

passage-money, and £9 for three years’ work. This is generally paid in

the form of goods to be taken home to the distant isles, and is one of

the points found to require special Government inspection, the quantity

and quality of goods supplied to the unsophisticated natives by sundry

traders (on receipt of a planter’s order for £9 worth of stuff per

head) being by no means calculated to give the onlookers a high view of

white men’s commercial morality. The importation of foreign labour is

now entirely in the hands of a Government immigration agent, to whom

the owners and captains of all vessels employed in the labour trade

are responsible for strict observance of sanitary and other rules, and

through whom every master must engage his men and make all payments, and

to whom he must return them at the date when their engagement expires,

that they may be restored to their own homes at the time agreed on. Of

course during the term of service the employer supplies food and tobacco,

lodging (such as it is, in most cases), medicine, and a very small

amount of raiment. But the hideous stories of kidnapping and brutal

ill-treatment on board ship, or even on plantations, are now happily

tales of the past.

The supply of labourers is one of the vexed questions of the present, as

each year the labour vessels bring back a smaller number of volunteers

from the other groups; and the employment of Fijians on the plantations

of white men is in no way encouraged by Government, which recognises as

its first duty the care and preservation of these, the true owners of the

soil, by whose own invitation, and for whose welfare primarily, England

here rules. Considering how invariably dark races have been found to die

out before the advance of the white races, the problem of whether this

evil cannot be averted in the present instance is one of the deepest

interest. It is therefore considered of the utmost importance that the

natives should remain in their own villages, subject to their own chiefs,

and cultivating their own lands, both for their own benefit and to enable

them to contribute their just proportion of the Government taxes, which

it has been found desirable to collect in produce from gardens specially

cultivated for this purpose by each village. Now that the number of

the people has been so appallingly reduced by measles, it is the more

desirable that those that survive should not be encouraged to leave

their homes. Consequently a comparatively small number of Fijians are

in the service of white men, who, as a rule, are not anxious to secure

the labour of men from neighbouring villages, but endeavour to engage

those from other isles, who thus are virtually as much strangers in a

strange land are as the labourers imported from other groups. It is said

that only under these circumstances are Fijians found willing to work

diligently on the plantations—no great wonder, considering how easily

they can supply their own simple needs in their own homes.

It is probable that arrangements will shortly be made for importing a

large supply of Hindoo coolies from Calcutta, a measure which does not at

present meet with cordial welcome, as of course the cost of transporting

them to and fro will add materially to the expenses of the planters who

engage them.

Meanwhile, on all large plantations there are representatives of half

the Polynesian Isles, each lot living somewhat apart from the others,

in separate quarters, and all having distinctive characteristics to be

dealt with and considered, their dispositions being as diverse as are

their features and complexions. There are Tanna men, with long hair done

in a multitude of tiny plaits; straight-haired Tokalaus from the Line

Islands, with sallow skin and large dark eyes; woolly heads and grizzly

heads of every variety from the Banks Islands and the Loyalty group, or

Erromango.

The men most sought after as really hard workers come from Tanna, in the

New Hebrides; while some of their nearest neighbours in the same group

prove utterly useless. But the least popular come from the Solomon Isles,

these being literally untamable, preserving the instincts of their race,

who are all ferocious cannibals and treacherous to a degree. Some even

come from Santa Cruz, that name of bitter association, which, twice

over—first in 1871, and again last August—has thrilled all the world

with horror, when two of the noblest men who ever sailed the southern

seas, striving so lovingly to do good everywhere, fell victims to the

treacherous arrows of the people they would fain have helped. Of course

you know I allude to Bishop Patteson and Commodore Goodenough—names

worthy for evermore to be enshrined side by side among the foremost of

Christian martyrs.

Just imagine what cheerful work it must be for a planter beginning life

in Fiji to watch for the arrival of a vessel freighted with foreign

labour, the wildest-looking creatures you can possibly conceive; and

then, having engaged a number of these for three years, to start for

some remote estate on a distant isle, accompanied by a horde of utterly

untutored savages from a dozen different groups, all having different

customs and different languages, alike only in their total ignorance

of the work required of them, and requiring to be taught everything

from the very beginning. Picture to yourself having these for your

only companions, and knowing that they are certain to leave you at the

expiration of their three years’ service, just when you have, by dint

of unwearied patience and trouble, succeeded in training them in some

measure.

There would be some compensation in such dismal work if it were to result

in coining gold, and so securing a speedy return to England, or even

the chance of making a really comfortable home out here; but the road

to wealth in Fiji seems to be like the approach to heaven, strait and

narrow, and few there be that find it.

So you see that the prospect is not altogether inviting; and as regards

the present state of the Isles, I should certainly not advise any one

to come here at present to settle unless he has a good lump of money to

invest in land—say, at least, £2000—and plenty capital to work it. The

place is frightfully expensive, and for any one dependent on his pay is

simply ruinous. All Government _employés_ have very low salaries, and

find it almost impossible to live; and yet every post is eagerly sought

by dozens of white men, craving a morsel of bread.

Of course it is all very delightful for me who have nothing to think

about, but just what enjoyment can be got out of the beautiful

surroundings, with heaps of pleasant companions, and everything to make

life agreeable, including blessed good health, which, I am thankful to

say, is my invariable portion. I wish I could say as much for all the

others, most of whom have had some twinges of illness; and all have had

sore feet, arising, I fancy, from scratching mosquito-bites, which, in

this moist climate, frequently results in very painful sores. So most of

the party take it by turns to be lame. Mr Gordon suffers horribly from

neuralgia, which is much encouraged by the mode of building here, the

walls being merely made of reeds, through which the draughts blow freely;

and though the air that thus comes in is generally celestial, sometimes a

storm blows up before morning, and a cold, wet, rainy wind blows in. Last

night we were all awakened by a noise like thunder on the roof, which is

of zinc, as with all foreign houses here. It was a mad rain-storm beating

right in at the open jalousies. Some people were fairly flooded out.

To-day the weather is clear and lovely.

I am still living with the Havelocks, who are kindness itself, and

make me heartily welcome to a corner of their sweet little cottage—the

nicest situation here. I am most fortunate to be with them, as Nasova

(Government House) is still in a horrible mess, full of builders,

carpenters, noise—no rest for any one anywhere—besides being much too

low for the breeze—actually on the sea-level. I am going off soon to

visit another island, Nananu, the property of Mr Leefe’s brother. Mrs

L. most kindly wrote to invite me, and to say her husband would come in

his boat to fetch me. One of the drawbacks to these expeditions is, that

you may be becalmed and kept out at sea in a tiny schooner for several

days,—which might be awkward, to say the least of it.

We have had alarming rumours of the unsettled state of the disaffected

tribes on the Great Island, but later reports make us believe them to

have been greatly exaggerated. Sir Arthur intends going there in person,

without even a body-guard—only sending a small body of native police

beforehand. Now it is growing dark, for it is past six o’clock, at which

hour the sun sets all the year round. We regret the long summer evenings,

especially when returning from any distant expedition. However, we shall

have the gain of no short days in winter. Now I must climb down from my

rocky perch and get home while I can see my way, so good-bye.—Ever yours,

C. F. G. C.

Among other peculiarities of this small colony, our postage-stamps would

amuse you. They were struck by the Government which crowned Thakombau

king, and bear his initials, C. R. (Cacobau Rex). In the present

necessity for rigid economy no new stamps are issued, but the letters

V.R. partially obliterate the C.R., or rather, blend with them. Another

curiosity is the bank-note of the late Government, which wisely eschews

any binding “promise to pay,” and merely states that “the bearer is

entitled to receive” his due, with the _sous entendu_, “Don’t he wish he

may get it!” The suggestion may prove useful nearer home!

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