"You asked me," I said, "how I know your name, and who I am." And I
then went over many of the incidents of his early life, when he was a
happy, pleasant-mannered little boy at home.
He made no reply; but he seemed to guess who I was, and bent down his
head between his hands. I saw tears dropping from between his fingers.
It was a good sign. I thought of the parable of the prodigal son. "He
has been eating the husks: perhaps he will soon say, `I will arise and
go to my Father.'" I prayed that the Holy Spirit would strive mightily
with him, and make him feel not only his sad moral and physical
condition, but his terribly dangerous spiritual state. Such prayers
are, I believe, never made in vain.
I was eager, I must own, to begin my mornings work, but I did not wish
at that moment to interrupt the man's thoughts. I waited therefore
patiently till he should speak. After a time he lifted up his head, and
said, "Who are you?" I told him that I remembered him as a boy--that
his countenance was unchanged--and that his father had been my
benefactor.
"Thank God for that! if such as I am may utter that name," he exclaimed.
"You'll not have me hung, then; you'll not deliver me up to a shameful
death?"
"No indeed, Arthur," I answered; "I will rather do my best to protect
you. I do not know what crimes you have committed, and I do not wish to
know; but I hope to see you restored to tranquillity of mind, and that
you may find joy and peace in believing on that one only Saviour,
through whom you can obtain pardon for your transgressions and
reconciliation with God."
I then and there unfolded to him God's merciful plan of salvation. I
was sure that then was the time. His heart was softened; he was ready
to receive the truths of the gospel. It was a happy thing for me that I
knew the plan of salvation before I left England. I was thus enabled to
impart it to this poor man and to others. His idea was that if he could
but be very sorry for all his misdeeds, and commit no more, and work
away hard to please God in some sort of fashion, he might have a chance
of going to heaven at last. He would scarcely believe me when I told
him that I found nothing of that sort throughout the Gospels and
Epistles; that Christ, the anointed One, had done all that was required
for us sinners; that all we have to do is to accept His glorious offer,
by faith in the perfect efficacy of His atoning blood, shed for all
mankind on Calvary. These truths and many more I tried to explain to
Arthur, and it was satisfactory to mark the readiness with which he
accepted them.
He was for some time utterly prostrated and scarcely able to stand up,
much less to work. We, of course, were all very busy from sunrise to
sunset, and I could pay very little attention to him during the day. I
gave him, however, the few books we had brought with us; but I was glad
to see that the Book of books, long unread, was his chief delight. He
would sit with it in his hand all day, and at night would draw near to
the fire, and pore over its pages as long as the flames burnt with
sufficient brightness. I felt sure from the first that he was in
earnest, though J--- warned me that he was only shamming, and that as
soon as he could have a chance he would be off with anything he could
lay hands on. I said that I had no fear about the matter, and should
not keep a watch over him.
We had pretty hard work, you may be sure, and I doubt if any men could
have worked harder; but we kept our health very well--indeed, in spite
of the heat, I never felt stronger. We had first our own dwelling-house
to get up, and then the huts for the men. Our own abode was, indeed,
but a hut--larger than the others, with divisions; but there was very
little finish or ornament about it. To be sure, it was a good deal
larger than the cabin of the _May Flower_, though the girls complained
that it was not half as neat; nor was it, indeed. Neatness was to come
by and by, we said. With many settlers, it must be owned, it never
comes at all. We, however, before long put up a verandah, almost a
necessary appendage to a house in that hot climate. There was thus
always shade and shelter on one side of the house or the other, and here
my wife and daughters could sit and work, and carry on all sorts of
operations.
Our very first work, I should have said, was to make a pen for the
sheep, where they would be secure from the natives or dingoes at night.
In the daytime, when out feeding, they could be easily kept together,
and they were so tame that they would follow us about like dogs. Their
offspring learnt the same custom; and so instead of the sheep being
driven, as in England, they throughout the whole of the country follow
the shepherd wherever he leads, and know his voice. Often have I
thought of the parable of the Good Shepherd when I have heard a
shepherd, in a slightly undulating or hilly country, calling to his
sheep, and seen the flock come trooping over the ridges from afar, and
gradually drawing round him, not one being missing.
As soon as we could, also, we got a garden fenced in and dug up, and a
paddock for wheat. We had no wish to starve, and at that time
provisions were often very scarce and enormously dear in the colony. At
one time, indeed, in consequence of the non-arrival of store-ships from
England, the settlers were nearly starved.