CHAPTER II. — DISILLUSIONS
CHAPTER III. — THE ORIGIN OF RELIGION
CHAPTER IV. — THE POET AND THE PALÆONTO-THEOLOGIST
CHAPTER V. — ST. GEORGE FOR MERRY ENGLAND
CHAPTER VI. — JUSTICE AND THE NEW DEMOCRACY
CHAPTER VII. — MACHINERY AND THE SUCCESSFUL MERCHANT
CHAPTER VIII. — THE BEAUTIFUL
CHAPTER IX. — IN WHICH THE NIHILIST, THE DEMOCRAT, AND THE PROFESSOR OFFER A SUGGESTION TO THE BISHOP
CHAPTER X. — THE SUBSEQUENT CAREER OF THE NIHILIST
CHAPTER XI. — HOME AND FOREIGN POLICY COMBINED
CHAPTER XII. — THE DELUGE
‘THAT VERY MAB’
CHAPTER I.
UNDER TWO FLAGS.
‘You send out teachers of religion to undermine and ruin the people.’
Black Flag Proclamation to the French, 1883.
The moonlight, in wave on wave of silver, flooded all the Sacred
Island. Far away and faint ran the line of the crests of Samoa, like
the hills of heaven in the old ballad, or a scene in the Italian opera.
Then came a voice from the Calling Place, and the smooth sea thrilled,
and all the fishes leaped, and the Sacred Isle itself was moved, and
shuddered to its inmost heart. Again and again came the voice, and now
it rose and fell in the cadences of a magical song (or _Karakia_, if we
_must_ have local colour), and the words were not of this world. Then,
behold, the smooth seas began to break and plash round the foremost
cape of the Holy Island, and to close again behind, like water before
the keel and behind the stern of a running ship, so they plashed, and
broke, and fell. Next the surface was stirred far off with the
gambolling and sporting of innumerable fishes; the dolphin was tumbling
in the van; the flying fish hovered and shone and sank; and clearer,
always, and yet more clear came the words of the song from Samoa.
Clearer and louder, moment by moment, rose the voice of Queen Mab,
where she stood on the Calling Place of the Gods, and chanted to the
Islands, and to the sea, and the dwellers in the sea. It was not that
she left her stand, nor came nearer, but the Sacred Island itself was
steering straight, like a magical barque, drawn by the wonderful song,
to the mystic shore of Samoa. Now Queen Mab, where she stood among her
court, with the strange brown fairies of the Southern Ocean, could
behold the Sacred Island, with all its fairy crew. Beautiful things
they seemed, as the sailing isle drew nearer, beautiful and naked, and
brave with purple pan-danus flowers, and with red and yellow necklets
of the scented seed of the pandanus. At last Queen Mab, the fairy in
the fluttering wings of green, clapped her hands, and, with a little
soft shock, the Sacred Island ran in and struck on the haunted beach of
Samoa. What was Queen Mab doing here, so far away from England? England
she had left long ago; when the Puritans arose the Fairies vanished.
When 'Tom came home from labour and Cis from milking rose,' there was
now no more sound of tabor, nor 'merrily went their toes.' Tom went to
the Public House or the Preaching House, and Cis—Cis waited till Tom
should come home and kick her into a jelly (his toes going merrily
enough at that work), or tell her she was, spiritually, in a parlous
case. So the Fairy Queen and all her court had long since fled from
England, and long ago made a home in the undiscovered isles of the
South. Now they all met and mingled in the throng of the Polynesian
fairy folk, and, rushing down into the waters, they revelled all night
on the silvery sand, in the windless dancing places of the deep. Tanê
and Tawhiti came, the Gods of the tides and the shores, and all the
fairies sang to them:
'Tawhiti, on the sacred beach
The purple pandanus is thine!
How soft the breakers come and go,
How bright the fragrant berries blow,
The fern-tree scents the shining reach,
And Tanê dances down the brine!'
Such is the poetry of the Polynesian fairies. It is addicted to
frequent repetitions of the same obvious remark, and it does not
contain a Criticism of Life, so we do not give any more of it. But,
such as it was, it seemed to afford great pleasure to the dancers,
probably because every one of them could compose any amount of it
himself, at will, and every dancer was 'his own poet,' than which
nothing can be more salubrious and delightful.
Thus the dance and the revel swang and swayed through the silver halls
till the green lights began to glow with gold and scarlet and crimson,
burning into dawn. Then came a sudden noise, like thunder, crashing and
roaring through the silence of the sea. Queen Mab clapped her hands,
and, in one moment, the Sacred Isle had flitted back to its place, and
the music stopped, and the dancers vanished.
Then, as the island swiftly receded, came a monstrous wave, and no
wonder, which raised the surface of the sea to a level with the topmost
cliff of the Calling Place. Queen Mab, who had flown to a pine-tree
there, saw the salt water fall back down the steeps like a cataract,
and heard a voice say, 'The blooming reef has bolted.' Another voice
remarked something about 'submarine volcanic action.' These words came
from a level with her head, where the Queen saw, stranded in a huge
tree, a boat with a funnel that poured forth smoke, and with wheels
that still rapidly and automatically revolved in mid air. In fact, a
missionary steamer had been raised by the mighty tidal wave to the
level of the cliff. Then the sailors climbed into the trees, talking
freely, in a speech which Queen Mab knew for English, but not at all
the English she had been accustomed to hear. Also the sailors had among
them men with full, sleek, shining faces, wearing tall hats and long
coats, and carrying little books whose edges flashed in the sun. And
Queen Mab did not like the look of them. Then she heard the sailors and
the men in black coats making straight for the very pine-tree in which
she was sitting. So she fled into a myrtle-bush, and behold, the
sailors chopped every branch of the pine clean away, and changed the
beautiful tree into a bare pole. Then they brought out ropes, and a
great piece of thin cloth, white with red and blue cross marks on it,
and they tugged it up, and it floated from the top of the tree. Then
the people from the ship gathered round it, and sang songs, whereof one
repeated
'Rule Britannia!'
and the other contained the words,
'Every prospect pleases,
And only Man is vile.'
Soon some specimens of vile Man, some of the human beings of Samoa,
came round, beautiful women dressed in feathers and leaves, carrying
flowers and fruit, which they offered to the men in black coats and
white neckties. But the men in black coats held up their hands in
horror, and shut their eyes, while some of them ran to the boat and
brought bonnets, and boots, and cotton gowns, and pocket-handkerchiefs,
and gave them to the women. And the women, putting them on anyhow,
walked about as proud as peacocks; while the men in black coats
explained that, unless they wore these things, and did and refrained
from many matters, they would all be punished dreadfully after they
were dead. Now, while the women were crying at such glad tidings, came
another awful crash and shock, which indeed, like the previous noise
that had frightened the dancers, was produced by a ship's gun. And
another cloud of black smoke floated round the point, and another set
of sailors got out and cut the branches off a tree, and ran up a flag
which was black and red and yellow. Then those sailors (who had men
with red beards and spectacles among them) cried _Hoch!_ and sang the
_Wacht am Rhein_. Thereupon the sailors of the first steamer, with a
horrid yell, rushed on the tree under the new flag, and were cutting it
down, when some of the singers of the _Wacht am Rhein_ pointed a
curious little machine that way and began to turn a handle. Thereon the
most dreadful cracking sounds arose, cracking and crashing; fire flew,
and some of the first set of sailors fell down and writhed on the sand,
while the rest fled to their boat. Several of the native women also
fell down bleeding and dying in their new cotton gowns and their
bonnets, for they had been dancing about while the sailors were hacking
at the tree with the black and red and yellow flag.
Seeing all this, Queen Mab also saw that Samoa was no longer a place
for her. She did not understand what was happening, nor know that a
peaceful English annexation had been disturbed by a violent German
annexation, for which the English afterwards apologised. Queen Mab also
conceived a prejudice against missionaries, which, perhaps, was
justified by her experience. For, in the matter of missionaries, she
was unlucky. The specimens she had observed were of the wrong kind. She
might have met missionaries as learned as Mr. Codrington, as manly as
Livingstone, as brave and pure as Bishop Pattison> who was a martyr
indeed, and gave his life for the heathen people. Yes, Queen Mab was
unlucky in her missionaries.