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Island Nights’ Entertainments
Last one dad had bought for us. David C. Dirk D. Joel D. Jeroen D. Bob H. But that is to look too far on. I will come to that part of it next. It was late before we thought of getting dinner. The stove was out, and gone stone-cold; but we fired up after a while, and cooked each a dish, helping and hindering each other, and making a play of it like children.
I was so greedy of her nearness that I sat down to dinner with my lass upon my knee, made sure of her with one hand, and ate with the other. Ay, and more than that. I saw I was clean gone; and if she was to make a fool of me, she must. And I suppose it was this that set her talking, for now she made sure that we were friends. A lot she told me, sitting in my lap and eating my dish, as I ate hers, from foolery—a lot about herself and her mother and Case, all which would be very tedious, and fill sheets if I set it down in Beach de Mar, but which I must give a hint of in plain English, and one thing about myself which had a very big effect on my concerns, as you are soon to hear.
Before that they had been a good deal on the move, trekking about after the white man, who was one of those rolling stones that keep going round after a soft job. Anyway, this beachcomber carried the woman and her daughter all over the shop, but mostly to out-of-the-way islands, where there were no police, and he thought, perhaps, the soft job hung out. At last he struck Fale-alii on this island, got some trade—the Lord knows how! It seems Case encouraged them all he could, and helped to get their house built.
Island Nights Dress – Mossman
He was very kind those days, and gave Uma trade, and there is no doubt he had his eye on her from the beginning. However, they had scarce settled, when up turned a young man, a native, and wanted to marry her. I no common Kanaka. Good girl! And I liked the end of that yarn no better than the beginning.
For it seems this proposal of marriage was the start of all the trouble.
Why did this block occur?
It seems, before that, Uma and her mother had been looked down upon, of course, for kinless folk and out-islanders, but nothing to hurt; and, even when Ioane came forward, there was less trouble at first than might have been looked for. And then, all of a sudden, about six months before my coming, Ioane backed out and left that part of the island, and from that day to this Uma and her mother had found themselves alone. None called at their house, none spoke to them on the roads. If they went to church, the other women drew their mats away and left them in a clear place by themselves.
It was a regular excommunication, like what you read of in the Middle Ages; and the cause or sense of it beyond guessing. It was some tala pepelo , Uma said, some lie, some calumny; and all she knew of it was that the girls who had been jealous of her luck with Ioane used to twit her with his desertion, and cry out, when they met her alone in the woods, that she would never be married. The only soul that came about them after this desertion was Master Case.
Even he was chary of showing himself, and turned up mostly by night; and pretty soon he began to table his cards and make up to Uma.
I was still sore about Ioane, and when Case turned up in the same line of business I cut up downright rough. All-e-same thief, empty hand, Tonga-heart—no can love! Now you come marry me. That thing I love you for too much. I proud. But troubled was no word for it with me. I so wanted, and so feared, to make a clean breast of the sweep that I had been. I thought it was a strange thing I should be glad to have a missionary; but, if it was strange, it was still true. As I came out on the verandah, the mission-boat was shooting for the mouth of the river. She was a long whale-boat painted white; a bit of an awning astern; a native pastor crouched on the wedge of the poop, steering; some four-and-twenty paddles flashing and dipping, true to the boat-song; and the missionary under the awning, in his white clothes, reading in a book, and set him up!
From the opposite side there was another man aiming for the same place, but he ran and got there first.
It was Case; doubtless his idea was to keep me apart from the missionary, who might serve me as interpreter; but my mind was upon other things. I was thinking how he had jockeyed us about the marriage, and tried his hand on Uma before; and at the sight of him rage flew into my nostrils. I gave him the word again, and rammed it down with a good oath. He was quick with his hands, but he had neither the height nor the weight, being a flimsy creature alongside a man like me, and, besides, I was blazing to that height of wrath that I could have bit into a chisel.
I gave him first the one and then the other, so that I could hear his head rattle and crack, and he went down straight. But he only looked up white and blank, and the blood spread upon his face like wine upon a napkin. He sat up at that, and held his head—by the look of him you could see it was spinning—and the blood poured on his pyjamas.
The boat was close in; I saw the missionary had laid his book to one side, and I smiled to myself. This was the first time, in all my years in the Pacific, I had ever exchanged two words with any missionary, let alone asked one for a favour. I had on a rig of clean striped pyjamas—for, of course, I had dressed decent to go before the chiefs; but when I saw the missionary step out of this boat in the regular uniform, white duck clothes, pith helmet, white shirt and tie, and yellow boots to his feet, I could have bunged stones at him.
As he came nearer, queering me pretty curious because of the fight, I suppose , I saw he looked mortal sick, for the truth was he had a fever on, and had just had a chill in the boat. He tried to pass on, but I stopped him with my hand.
The Kanakas were beginning to growl. He was silent for a moment. Then he smiled.
And what do I want? He turned and spoke to his crew in the native.
I must be much farther down the coast before night. I was delayed at Papa-Malulu till this morning, and I have an engagement in Fale-alii to-morrow night. I led the way to my house in silence, and rather pleased with myself for the way I had managed the talk, for I like a man to keep his self-respect.