CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
CONTAINS MORE THAN ONE SURPRISE, AND TOUCHES ON "LOVE"S YOUNG DREAM."
One quiet and beautiful Sabbath morning, the inhabitants of the South Sea Island village wended their way to the House of G.o.d which they had so recently erected. Among them were Will Osten and his friends, with the clergyman"s wife and daughter.
Poor Wandering Will was very unhappy. The sunshine was bright, the natives were blithe, and the birds were joyous, but our hero was despondent! The fact was that he had fallen head and ears in love with Flora Westwood, and he felt that he might as well have fallen in love with the moon--as far as any chance of getting married to her was concerned. Will was therefore very miserable, and, like all ardent and very youthful lovers, he hugged his misery to his bosom--rather enjoyed it, in fact, than otherwise. In short, if truth must be told, he took pleasure in being miserable _for her sake_! When he allowed himself to take romantic views of the subject, and thought of the heights of bliss that _might_ be attained, he was, so to speak, miserably happy. When he looked the stern realities in the face, he was miserably sad.
That Sabbath morning poor Will felt more impressed than ever with the hopelessness of his case, as he walked slowly and silently to church beside the modest Flora and her mother. He also became impressed with the ridiculousness of his position, and determined to "overcome his weakness." He therefore looked at Flora with the intention of cutting a joke of some sort, but, suddenly recollecting that it was Sunday, he checked himself. Then he thought of getting into a serious talk, and was about to begin, when his eye happened to fall on Thackombau, who, in honour of the day, had got himself up with unusual care, having covered his shoulders with a cotton jacket, his loins with a lady"s shawl, and his head with a white night-cap--his dark tatooed legs forming a curious and striking contrast to the whole.
Before Will could think of another mode of opening the conversation, they had arrived at the church, and here, in front of the open door, there lay the most singular contribution that ever was offered to the cause of Christianity. Many dozens of church-door plates rolled into one enormous trencher would have been insufficient to contain it, for it was given not in money (of course) but in kind. There were a number of lengths of hollow bamboo containing cocoa-nut oil, various fine mats and pieces of native cloth, and sundry articles of an ornamental character, besides a large supply of fruits and vegetables, with four or five baked pigs, cold and ready for table! The entire pile was several feet in diameter and height, and was a freewill offering of the natives to the church--the beginning of a liberality which was destined in future years to continue and extend--a species of liberality which is by no means uncommon among the South Sea Islanders, for there are some of those who were savage idolators not many years ago who now give annually and largely to the support of the missions with which their churches are connected.
Larry O"Hale had just made a remark in reference to "the plate" which was not conducive to the gravity of his companions, when the echoes of the mountains were awakened by a cannon-shot, and a large ship was seen to round the point of land that stretched out to the westward of the island. Instantly the natives poured out of the church, rushed down to the sh.o.r.e, launched their canoes and paddled over the lagoon to meet the vessel, which, running before a stiff breeze, soon entered the natural gateway in the reef. The congregation having dispersed thus unceremoniously, the clergyman and his friends were compelled to postpone service for a time.
The ship which had created such a sensation in the village, was also the means of causing great disturbance in sundry b.r.e.a.s.t.s, as shall be seen.
She had called for water. Being in a hurry, her captain had resolved not to waste time by conciliating the natives, but, rather, to frighten them away by a cannonade of blank cartridge, land a strong party to procure water while they were panic-stricken, and then up anchor and away. His surprise was great, therefore, when the natives came fearlessly off to him (for he had been warned to beware of them), and he was about to give them a warm reception, when he caught a glimpse of the small spire of the new church, which at once explained the cause of the change.
With rollicking good humour--for he was a strong healthy man with a sleeping conscience--Captain Blathers, on landing, swaggered up to the clergyman and shook him heartily and gratefully by the hand, exclaiming, with a characteristic oath, that he had not much opinion of religion in his own country, but he was bound to say it was "a first-rate inst.i.tootion in the South Seas."
Mr Westwood rebuked the oath and attempted to correct the erroneous opinion, but Captain Blathers laughed, and said he knew nothing about these matters, and had no time for anything but getting fresh water just then. He added that he had "a batch of noosepapers, which he"d send ash.o.r.e for the use of all and sundry."
Accordingly, off he went about his business, and left the clergyman and natives to return to church, which they all did without delay.
That night the missionary went on board the ship to see the captain and preach to the crew. While he was thus engaged, our friends, Captain Dall, Mr Cupples, O"Hale, Muggins, and Wandering Will, in a retired part of the forest, held an earnest conversation as to whether they should avail themselves of the arrival of the ship to quit the island.
Captain Dall had already spoken with Captain Blathers, who said he was quite willing to let them work their pa.s.sage to England.
"Now, you see, comrades," said Captain Dall, thrusting his right fist into his left palm, "the only trouble is, that he"s not goin" direct home--got to visit the coast of South America and San Francisco first, an" that will make it a long voyage."
"But, sure," said Larry, "it won"t be so long as waitin" here till next year for the missionary schooner, and then goin" a viage among the islands before gettin" a chance of boording a homeward-bound ship?"
"That"s so," said Muggins, with a nod of approval. "I says go, ov coorse."
Mr Cupples also signified that this was his opinion.
"And what says the doctor?" asked Captain Dall, turning to Will Osten with an inquiring look.
"Eh? well, ah!" exclaimed Will, who had been in a reverie, "I--I don"t exactly see my way to--that is--if we only could find out if she is--is to remain here _always_, or hopes some day to return to England--"
Poor Will stopped in sudden confusion and blushed, but as it was very dark that did not matter much.
"What _does_ the man mean?" exclaimed Captain Dall. "How _can_ she remain here always when she"s to be off at daybreak--?"
"True, true," interrupted Will hurriedly, not sorry to find that his reference to Flora was supposed to be to the ship. "The fact is, I was thinking of other matters--of _course_ I agree with you. It"s too good an opportunity to be missed, so, good-night, for I"ve enough to do to get ready for such an abrupt departure."
Saying this, he started up and strode rapidly away.
"Halloo!" shouted Larry after him; "don"t be late--be on the baich at daybreak. Arrah he"s gone mad intirely."
"Ravin"," said Muggins, with a shake of his head as he turned the quid in his cheek.
Meanwhile Wandering Will rushed he knew not whither, but a natural impulse led him, in the most natural way, to the quiet bay, which he knew to be Flora"s favourite walk on moonlight nights! The poor youth"s brain was whirling with conflicting emotions. As he reached the bay, the moon, strange to say, broke forth in great splendour, and revealed-- what!--could it be?--yes, the graceful figure of Flora! "Never venture," thought Will, "never--"
In another moment he was by her side; he seized her hand; she started, suppressed a scream, and tried to free her hand, but Will held it fast.
"Forgive me, Flora, dearest girl," he said in impa.s.sioned tones, "I would not dare to act thus, but at daybreak I leave this island, perhaps for ever! yet I _cannot_ go without telling you that I love you to distraction, that--that--oh! say tell me--"
At that moment he observed that Flora blushed, smiled in a peculiar manner, and, instead of looking in his face, glanced over his shoulder, as if at some object behind him. Turning quickly round, he beheld Thackombau, still decked out in his Sunday clothes, gazing at them in open-mouthed amazement.
Almost mad with rage, Will Osten rushed at him. The astonished savage fled to the woods, Will followed, and in a few minutes lost himself!
How he pa.s.sed that night he never could tell; all that he could be sure of was that he had wandered about in distraction, and emerged upon the sh.o.r.e about daybreak. His appointment suddenly recurring to him, he ran swiftly in the direction of the village. As he drew near he observed a boat pushing off from the sh.o.r.e.
"Howld on!" shouted a well-known voice; "sure it"s himself after all."
"Come along, young sir, you"re late, and had well-nigh lost your pa.s.sage," growled Captain Blathers.
Will jumped into the boat and in a few minutes found himself on board the _Rover_, which, by the time he reached it, was under weigh and making for the opening in the reef.
Another hour, and the island was a mere speck on the horizon. Gradually it faded from view; and the good ship, bending over to the freshening breeze, bounded lightly away over the billows of the mighty sea.
THE END.