CHAPTER XXX.

The voyage--The island, and a consultation in which danger is scouted as

a thing unworthy of consideration--Rats and cats--The native

teacher--Awful revelations--Wonderful effects of Christianity.

Our voyage during the next two weeks was most interesting and prosperous.

The breeze continued generally fair, and at all times enabled us to lie

our course; for being, as I have said before, clipper-built, the pirate

schooner could lie very close to the wind, and made little lee-way. We

had no difficulty now in managing our sails, for Jack was heavy and

powerful, while Peterkin was active as a kitten. Still, however, we were

a very insufficient crew for such a vessel, and if any one had proposed

to us to make such a voyage in it before we had been forced to go through

so many hardships from necessity, we would have turned away with pity

from the individual making such proposal as from a madman. I pondered

this a good deal, and at last concluded that men do not know how much

they are capable of doing till they try, and that we should never give

way to despair in any undertaking, however difficult it may seem:--always

supposing, however, that our cause is a good one, and that we can ask the

divine blessing on it.

Although, therefore, we could now manage our sails easily, we

nevertheless found that my pulleys were of much service to us in some

things; though Jack did laugh heartily at the uncouth arrangement of

ropes and blocks, which had, to a sailor's eye, a very lumbering and

clumsy appearance. But I will not drag my reader through the details of

this voyage. Suffice it to say, that, after an agreeable sail of about

three weeks, we arrived off the island of Mango, which I recognised at

once from the description that the pirate, Bill, had given me of it

during one of our conversations.

As soon as we came within sight of it we hove the ship to, and held a

council of war.

"Now, boys," said Jack, as we seated ourselves beside him on the cabin

sky-light, "before we go farther in this business, we must go over the

pros and cons of it; for, although you have so generously consented to

stick by me through thick and thin, it would be unfair did I not see that

you thoroughly understand the danger of what we are about to attempt."

"Oh! bother the danger," cried Peterkin; "I wonder to hear _you_, Jack,

talk of danger. When a fellow begins to talk about it, he'll soon come

to magnify it to such a degree that he'll not be fit to face it when it

comes, no more than a suckin' baby!"

"Nay, Peterkin," replied Jack, gravely, "I won't be jested out of it. I

grant you, that, when we've once resolved to act, and have made up our

minds what to do, we should think no more of danger. But, before we have

so resolved, it behoves us to look at it straight in the face, and

examine into it, and walk round it; for if we flinch at a distant view,

we're sure to run away when the danger is near. Now, I understand from

you, Ralph, that the island is inhabited by thorough-going, out-and-out

cannibals, whose principal law is--'Might is right, and the weakest goes

to the wall?'"

"Yes," said I, "so Bill gave me to understand. He told me, however,

that, at the southern side of it, the missionaries had obtained a footing

amongst an insignificant tribe. A native teacher had been sent there by

the Wesleyans, who had succeeded in persuading the chief at that part to

embrace Christianity. But instead of that being of any advantage to our

enterprise, it seems the very reverse; for the chief Tararo is a

determined heathen, and persecutes the Christians,--who are far too weak

in numbers to offer any resistance,--and looks with dislike upon all

white men, whom he regards as propagators of the new faith."

"'Tis a pity," said Jack, "that the Christian tribe is so small, for we

shall scarcely be safe under their protection, I fear. If Tararo takes

it into his head to wish for our vessel, or to kill ourselves, he could

take us from them by force. You say that the native missionary talks

English?"

"So I believe."

"Then, what I propose is this," said Jack: "We will run round to the

south side of the island, and cut anchor off the Christian village. We

are too far away just now to have been descried by any of the savages, so

we shall get there unobserved, and have time to arrange our plans before

the heathen tribes know of our presence. But, in doing this, we run the

risk of being captured by the ill-disposed tribes, and being very ill

used, if not--a--"

"Roasted alive and eaten," cried Peterkin. "Come, out with it, Jack;

according to your own showing, it's well to look the danger straight in

the face!"

"Well, that is the worst of it, certainly. Are you prepared, then, to

take your chance of that?"

"I've been prepared and had my mind made up long ago," cried Peterkin,

swaggering about the deck with his hands thrust into his breeches'

pockets. "The fact is, Jack, I don't believe that Tararo will be so

ungrateful as to eat us; and I'm quite sure that he'll be too happy to

grant us whatever we ask: so the sooner we go in and win the better."

Peterkin was wrong, however, in his estimate of savage gratitude, as the

sequel will show.

The schooner was now put before the wind, and, after making a long run to

the south'ard, we put about and beat up for the south side of Mango,

where we arrived before sunset, and hove-to off the coral reef. Here we

awaited the arrival of a canoe, which immediately put off on our rounding

to. When it arrived, a mild-looking native, of apparently forty years of

age, came on board, and, taking off his straw hat, made us a low bow. He

was clad in a respectable suit of European clothes; and the first words

he uttered, as he stepped up to Jack and shook hands with him, were,--

"Good day, gentlemen; we are happy to see you at Mango--you are heartily

welcome."

After returning his salutation, Jack exclaimed, "You must be the native

missionary teacher of whom I have heard--are you not?"

"I am. I have the joy to be a servant of the Lord Jesus at this

station."

"You're the very man I want to see, then," replied Jack; "that's lucky.

Come down to the cabin, friend, and have a glass of wine. I wish

particularly to speak with you. My men there" (pointing to Peterkin and

me) "will look after your people."

"Thank you," said the teacher, as he followed Jack to the cabin, "I do

not drink wine or any strong drink."

"Oh! then, there's lots of water, and you can have biscuit."

"Now, 'pon my word, that's cool!" said Peterkin; "his _men_, forsooth!

Well, since we are to be men, we may as well come it as strong over these

black chaps as we can. Hallo, there!" he cried to the half dozen of

natives who stood upon the deck, gazing in wonder at all they saw,

"here's for you;" and he handed them a tray of broken biscuit and a can

of water. Then, thrusting his hands into his pockets, he walked up and

down the deck with an enormous swagger, whistling vociferously.

In about half an hour Jack and the teacher came on deck, and the latter,

bidding us a cheerful good evening, entered his canoe and paddled to the

shore. When he was gone, Peterkin stepped up to Jack, and, touching his

cap, said,--

"Well, captain, have you any communications to make to your _men_?"

"Yes," cried Jack; "ready about, mind the helm and clew up your tongue,

while I con the schooner through the passage in the reef. The teacher,

who seems a first-rate fellow, says it's quite deep, and good anchorage

within the lagoon close to the shore."

While the vessel was slowly advancing to her anchorage, under a light

breeze, Jack explained to us that Avatea was still on the island, living

amongst the heathens; that she had expressed a strong desire to join the

Christians, but Tararo would not let her, and kept her constantly in

close confinement.

"Moreover," continued Jack, "I find that she belongs to one of the Samoan

Islands, where Christianity had been introduced long before her capture

by the heathens of a neighbouring island; and the very day after she was

taken, she was to have joined the church which had been planted there by

that excellent body, the London Missionary Society. The teacher tells

me, too, that the poor girl has fallen in love with a Christian chief,

who lives on an island some fifty miles or so to the south of this one,

and that she is meditating a desperate attempt at escape. So, you see,

we have come in the nick of time. I fancy that this chief is the fellow

whom you heard of, Ralph, at the Island of Emo. Besides all this, the

heathen savages are at war among themselves, and there's to be a battle

fought the day after to-morrow, in which the principal leader is Tararo;

so that we'll not be able to commence our negotiations with the rascally

chief till the day after."

The village off which we anchored was beautifully situated at the head of

a small bay, from the margin of which trees of every description peculiar

to the tropics rose in the richest luxuriance to the summit of a hilly

ridge, which was the line of demarcation between the possessions of the

Christians and those of the neighbouring heathen chief.

The site of the settlement was an extensive plot of flat land, stretching

in a gentle slope from the sea to the mountain. The cottages stood

several hundred yards from the beach, and were protected from the glare

of the sea by the rich foliage of rows of large Barringtonia and other

trees, which girt the shore. The village was about a mile in length, and

perfectly straight, with a wide road down the middle, on either side of

which were rows of the tufted-topped ti tree, whose delicate and

beautiful blossoms, hanging beneath their plume-crested tops, added

richness to the scene. The cottages of the natives were built beneath

these trees, and were kept in the most excellent order, each having a

little garden in front, tastefully laid out and planted, while the walks

were covered with black and white pebbles.

Every house had doors and Venetian windows, painted partly with lamp

black made from the candle-nut, and partly with red ochre, which

contrasted powerfully with the dazzling coral lime that covered the

walls. On a prominent position stood a handsome church, which was quite

a curiosity in its way. It was a hundred feet long by fifty broad, and

was seated throughout to accommodate upwards of two thousand persons. It

had six large folding doors and twelve windows with Venetian blinds; and,

although a large and substantial edifice, it had been built, we were told

by the teacher, in the space of two months! There was not a single iron

nail in the fabric, and the natives had constructed it chiefly with their

stone and bone axes and other tools, having only one or two axes or tools

of European manufacture. Everything around this beautiful spot wore an

aspect of peace and plenty, and, as we dropped our anchor within a

stone's cast of the substantial coral wharf, I could not avoid

contrasting it with the wretched village of Emo, where I had witnessed so

many frightful scenes. When the teacher afterwards told me that the

people of this tribe had become converts only a year previous to our

arrival, and that they had been living before that in the practice of the

most bloody system of idolatry, I could not refrain from exclaiming,

"What a convincing proof that Christianity is of God!"

On landing from our little boat, we were received with a warm welcome by

the teacher and his wife; the latter being also a native, clothed in a

simple European gown and straw bonnet. The shore was lined with hundreds

of natives, whose persons were all more or less clothed with native

cloth. Some of the men had on a kind of poncho formed of this cloth,

their legs being uncovered. Others wore clumsily-fashioned trousers, and

no upper garment except hats made of straw and cloth. Many of the

dresses, both of women and men, were grotesque enough, being very bad

imitations of the European garb; but all wore a dress of some sort or

other. They seemed very glad to see us, and crowded round us as the

teacher led the way to his dwelling, where we were entertained, in the

most sumptuous manner, on baked pig and all the varieties of fruits and

vegetables that the island produced. We were much annoyed, however, by

the rats: they seemed to run about the house like domestic animals. As

we sat at table, one of them peeped up at us over the edge of the cloth,

close to Peterkin's elbow, who floored it with a blow on the snout from

his knife, exclaiming as he did so--

"I say, Mister Teacher, why don't you set traps for these brutes?--surely

you are not fond of them!"

"No," replied the teacher, with a smile; "we would be glad to get rid of

them if we could; but if we were to trap all the rats on the island, it

would occupy our whole time."

"Are they, then, so numerous?" inquired Jack.

"They swarm everywhere. The poor heathens on the north side eat them,

and think them very sweet. So did my people formerly; but they do not

eat so many now, because the missionary who was last here expressed

disgust at it. The poor people asked if it was wrong to eat rats; and he

told them that it was certainly not wrong, but that the people of England

would be much disgusted were they asked to eat rats."

We had not been an hour in the house of this kind-hearted man when we

were convinced of the truth of his statement as to their numbers, for the

rats ran about the floors in dozens, and, during our meal, two men were

stationed at the table to keep them off!

"What a pity you have no cats," said Peterkin, as he aimed a blow at

another reckless intruder, and missed it.

"We would, indeed, be glad to have a few," rejoined the teacher, "but

they are difficult to be got. The hogs, we find, are very good

rat-killers, but they do not seem to be able to keep the numbers down. I

have heard that they are better than cats."

As the teacher said this, his good-natured black face was wrinkled with a

smile of merriment. Observing that I had noticed it, he said:--

"I smiled just now when I remembered the fate of the first cat that was

taken to Raratonga. This is one of the stations of the London Missionary

Society. It, like our own, is infested with rats, and a cat was brought

at last to the island. It was a large black one. On being turned loose,

instead of being content to stay among men, the cat took to the

mountains, and lived in a wild state, sometimes paying visits during the

night to the houses of the natives; some of whom, living at a distance

from the settlement, had not heard of the cat's arrival, and were

dreadfully frightened in consequence, calling it a 'monster of the deep,'

and flying in terror away from it. One night the cat, feeling a desire

for company, I suppose, took its way to the house of a chief, who had

recently been converted to Christianity, and had begun to learn to read

and pray. The chief's wife, who was sitting awake at his side while he

slept, beheld with horror two fires glistening in the doorway, and heard

with surprise a mysterious voice. Almost petrified with fear, she awoke

her husband, and began to upbraid him for forsaking his old religion, and

burning his god, who, she declared, was now come to be avenged of them.

'Get up and pray! get up and pray!' she cried. The chief arose, and, on

opening his eyes, beheld the same glaring lights, and heard the same

ominous sound. Impelled by the extreme urgency of the case, he

commenced, with all possible vehemence, to vociferate the alphabet, as a

prayer to God to deliver them from the vengeance of Satan! On hearing

this, the cat, as much alarmed as themselves, fled precipitately away,

leaving the chief and his wife congratulating themselves on the efficacy

of their prayer."

We were much diverted with this anecdote, which the teacher related in

English so good, that we certainly could not have supposed him a native

but for the colour of his face and the foreign accent in his tone. Next

day we walked out with this interesting man, and were much entertained

and instructed by his conversation, as we rambled through the cool shady

groves of bananas, citrons, limes, and other trees, or sauntered among

the cottages of the natives, and watched them while they laboured

diligently in the taro beds, or manufactured the tapa or native cloth. To

some of these Jack put questions through the medium of the missionary;

and the replies were such as to surprise us at the extent of their

knowledge. Indeed, Peterkin very truly remarked that "they seemed to

know a considerable deal more than Jack himself!"

Among other pieces of interesting information that we obtained was the

following, in regard to coral formations:--

"The islands of the Pacific," said our friend, "are of three different

kinds or classes. Those of the first class are volcanic, mountainous,

and wild; some shooting their jagged peaks into the clouds at an

elevation of ten and fifteen thousand feet. Those of the second class

are of crystalized limestone, and vary in height from one hundred to five

hundred feet. The hills on these are not so wild or broken as those of

the first class, but are richly clothed with vegetation, and very

beautiful. I have no doubt that the Coral Island on which you were

wrecked was one of this class. They are supposed to have been upheaved

from the bottom of the sea by volcanic agency, but they are not

themselves volcanic in their nature, neither are they of coral formation.

Those of the third class are the low coralline islands usually having

lagoons of water in their midst; they are very numerous.

"As to the manner in which coral islands and reefs are formed; there are

various opinions on this point. I will give you what seems to me the

most probable theory,--a theory, I may add, which is held by some of the

good and scientific missionaries. It is well known that there is much

lime in salt water; it is also known that coral is composed of lime. It

is supposed that the polypes, or coral insects, have the power of

attracting this lime to their bodies; and with this material they build

their little cells or habitations. They choose the summit of a volcano,

or the top of a submarine mountain, as a foundation on which to build;

for it is found that they never work at any great depth below the

surface. On this they work; the polypes on the mountain top, of course,

reach the surface first, then those at the outer edges reach the top

sooner than the others between them and the centre, thus forming the

coral reef surrounding the lagoon of water and the central island; after

that the insects within the lagoon cease working. When the surface of

the water is reached, these myriads of wonderful creatures die. Then

birds visit the spot, and seeds are thus conveyed thither, which take

root, and spring up, and flourish. Thus are commenced those coralline

islets of which you have seen so many in these seas. The reefs round the

large islands are formed in a similar manner. When we consider," added

the missionary, "the smallness of the architects used by our heavenly

Father in order to form those lovely and innumerable islands, we are

filled with much of that feeling which induced the ancient king to

exclaim, 'How manifold, O God, are thy works! in wisdom thou hast made

them all.'"

We all heartily agreed with the missionary in this sentiment, and felt

not a little gratified to find that the opinions which Jack and I had

been led to form from personal observation on our Coral Island were thus

to a great extent corroborated.

The missionary also gave us an account of the manner in which

Christianity had been introduced among them. He said: "When missionaries

were first sent here, three years ago, a small vessel brought them; and

the chief, who is now dead, promised to treat well the two native

teachers who were left with their wives on the island. But scarcely had

the boat which landed them returned to the ship, than the natives began

to maltreat their guests, taking away all they possessed, and offering

them further violence, so that, when the boat was sent in haste to fetch

them away, the clothes of both men and women were torn nearly off their

backs.

"Two years after this the vessel visited them again, and I, being in her,

volunteered to land alone, without any goods whatever; begging that my

wife might be brought to me the following year,--that is, _this_ year;

and, as you see, she is with me. But the surf was so high that the boat

could not land me; so with nothing on but my trousers and shirt, and with

a few catechisms and a Bible, besides some portions of the Scripture

translated into the Mango tongue, I sprang into the sea, and swam ashore

on the crest of a breaker. I was instantly dragged up the beach by the

natives; who, on finding I had nothing worth having upon me, let me

alone. I then made signs to my friends in the ship to leave me; which

they did. At first the natives listened to me in silence, but laughed at

what I said while I preached the gospel of our blessed Saviour Jesus

Christ to them. Afterwards they treated me ill sometimes; but I

persevered, and continued to dwell among them, and dispute, and exhort

them to give up their sinful ways of life, burn their idols, and come to

Jesus.

"About a month after I landed, I heard that the chief was dead. He was

the father of the present chief, who is now a most consistent member of

the church. It is a custom here that, when a chief dies, his wives are

strangled and buried with him. Knowing this, I hastened to his house to

endeavour to prevent such cruelty if possible. When I arrived, I found

two of the wives had already been killed, while another was in the act of

being strangled. I pleaded hard for her, but it was too late; she was

already dead. I then entreated the son to spare the fourth wife; and,

after much hesitation, my prayer was granted: but, in half an hour

afterwards, this poor woman repented of being unfaithful, as she termed

it, to her husband, and insisted on being strangled; which was

accordingly done.

"All this time the chief's son was walking up and down before his

father's house with a brow black as thunder. When he entered, I went in

with him, and found, to my surprise, that his father was not dead! The

old man was sitting on a mat in a corner, with an expression of placid

resignation on his face.

"'Why,' said I, 'have you strangled your father's wives before he is

dead?'

"To this the son replied, 'He is dead. That is no longer my father. He

is as good as dead now. He is to be _buried alive_.'

"I now remembered having heard that it is a custom among the Feejee

islanders, that when the reigning chief grows old or infirm, the heir to

the chieftainship has a right to depose his father; in which case he is

considered as dead, and is buried alive. The young chief was now about

to follow this custom, and, despite my earnest entreaties and pleadings,

the old chief was buried that day before my eyes in the same grave with

his four strangled wives! Oh! my heart groaned when I saw this, and I

prayed to God to open the hearts of these poor creatures, as he had

already opened mine, and pour into them the light and the love of the

gospel of Jesus. My prayer was answered very soon. A week afterwards,

the son, who was now chief of the tribe, came to me, bearing his god on

his shoulders, and groaning beneath its weight. Flinging it down at my

feet, he desired me to burn it!

"You may conceive how overjoyed I was at this. I sprang up and embraced

him, while I shed tears of joy. Then we made a fire, and burned the god

to ashes, amid an immense concourse of the people, who seemed terrified

at what was being done, and shrank back when we burned the god, expecting

some signal vengeance to be taken upon us; but seeing that nothing

happened, they changed their minds, and thought that our God must be the

true one after all. From that time the mission prospered steadily, and

now, while there is not a single man in the tribe who has not burned his

household gods, and become a convert to Christianity, there are not a

few, I hope, who are true followers of the Lamb, having been plucked as

brands from the burning by Him who can save unto the uttermost. I will

not tell you more of our progress at this time, but you see," he said,

waving his hand around him, "the village and the church did not exist a

year ago!"

We were indeed much interested in this account, and I could not help

again in my heart praying God to prosper those missionary societies that

send such inestimable blessings to these islands of dark and bloody

idolatry. The teacher also added that the other tribes were very

indignant at this one for having burned its gods, and threatened to

destroy it altogether, but they had done nothing yet; "and if they

should," said the teacher, "the Lord is on our side; of whom shall we be

afraid?"

"Have the missionaries many stations in these seas?" inquired Jack.

"Oh, yes. The London Missionary Society have a great many in the Tahiti

group, and other islands in that quarter. Then the Wesleyans have the

Feejee Islands all to themselves, and the Americans have many stations in

other groups. But still, my friend, there are hundreds of islands here

the natives of which have never heard of Jesus, or the good word of God,

or the Holy Spirit; and thousands are living and dying in the practice of

those terrible sins and bloody murders of which you have already heard. I

trust, my friends," he added, looking earnestly into our faces, "I trust

that if you ever return to England, you will tell your Christian friends

that the horrors which they hear of in regard to these islands are

_literally true_, and that when they have heard the worst, the '_half has

not been told them_;' for there are perpetrated here foul deeds of

darkness of which man may not speak. You may also tell them," he said,

looking around with a smile, while a tear of gratitude trembled in his

eye and rolled down his coal-black cheek,--"tell them of the blessings

that the gospel has wrought _here_!"

We assured our friend that we would certainly not forget his request. On

returning towards the village, about noon, we remarked on the beautiful

whiteness of the cottages.

"That is owing to the lime with which they are plastered," said the

teacher. "When the natives were converted, as I have described, I set

them to work to build cottages for themselves, and also this handsome

church which you see. When the framework and other parts of the houses

were up, I sent the people to fetch coral from the sea. They brought

immense quantities. Then I made them cut wood, and, piling the coral

above it, set it on fire.

"'Look! look!' cried the poor people, in amazement; 'what wonderful

people the Christians are! He is roasting stones. We shall not need

taro or bread-fruit any more; we may eat stones!'

"But their surprise was still greater when the coral was reduced to a

fine soft white powder. They immediately set up a great shout, and,

mingling the lime with water, rubbed their faces and their bodies all

over with it, and ran through the village screaming with delight. They

were also much surprised at another thing they saw me do. I wished to

make some household furniture, and constructed a turning-lathe to assist

me. The first thing that I turned was the leg of a sofa; which was no

sooner finished than the chief seized it with wonder and delight, and ran

through the village exhibiting it to the people, who looked upon it with

great admiration. The chief then, tying a string to it, hung it round

his neck as an ornament! He afterwards told me that if he had seen it

before he became a Christian he would have made it his god!"

As the teacher concluded this anecdote we reached his door. Saying that

he had business to attend to, he left us to amuse ourselves as we best

could.

"Now, lads," said Jack, turning abruptly towards us, and buttoning up his

jacket as he spoke, "I'm off to see the battle. I've no particular

fondness for seein' blood-shed, but I must find out the nature o' these

fellows and see their customs with my own eyes, so that I may be able to

speak of it again, if need be, authoritatively. It's only six miles off,

and we don't run much more risk than that of getting a rap with a stray

stone or an over-shot arrow. Will you go?"

"To be sure we will," said Peterkin.

"If they chance to see us we'll cut and run for it," added Jack.

"Dear me!" cried Peterkin,--"_you_ run! thought you would scorn to run

from any one."

"So I would, if it were my duty to fight," returned Jack, coolly; "but as

I don't want to fight, and don't intend to fight, if they offer to attack

us I'll run away like the veriest coward that ever went by the name of

Peterkin. So come along."

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