Friends were trying to dissuade one whose ancestors were not
three generations out of cannibalism from going as a missionary
to one of the savage islands of Polynesia. They recounted all
the hardships and dangers to be encountered. “Are there men
there?” asked the volunteer.
“Men? Yes; horrible cannibals, who will probably kill you and
eat you.”
“That settles it!” was the sublime rejoinder. “That settles it!
Wherever there are men, there missionaries are bound to go!”
(2050)