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Paul's, and as I came back I thought of many things, and principally of how very different I ought to be from what I am. 'All are well here at Kohimarama. My house knocked down and arrangements going on, the place leased to Mr. Atkin, Joe Atkin's father, my trusts resigned, accounts almost made up, many letters written, business matters arranged. In a few days more the last remnant of St.
Stephen lay in the bottom of the boat with six arrows in his chest and shoulders. Mr. Atkin, the white man, had one in his left shoulder. They reached the ship and were helped on board. The arrow head was drawn out from Mr. Atkin's shoulder, and was found to be made of a sharpened human bone. No sooner was the arrow head out than Mr.
Four of them jumped into her, the remaining two cast off the falls, and began to lower away hastily. "You cowardly dogs!" shouted the second mate, rushing up to the nearest man, tearing the after-fall out of his hands, and making it fast again round the cleet, and then springing at the other man, who paused irresolutely, intimidated by Atkin's threatening visage.
"Better be sure than sorry, Carr," he said; "can any one of you see Mr. Atkin's boat?" Nothing could be seen or heard of her until a boat lantern was hoisted on an oar by Oliver, and a few seconds after was responded to by Atkins soaking a piece of woollen cloth in rum, wrapping it round the point of a boathook, and setting it alight. Its flash revealed him half a mile away to leeward.
The parents of Henry, Lydia, and Edwin were the first to approach the boat, eager to hear of their children left in Norfolk Island; and the mother walked up the beach with her arm round Mr. Atkin's neck.
I know that His merciful intention towards men must be accomplished, and on the whole I rest thankfully in that, and feel that He will not suffer my utter unworthiness to hinder His work of love and goodness. At Mota, Mr. Atkin's journal shows to what work a real helper needed to be trained: 'The Mission-house had lost its roof in a gale of wind.
Tessa stood up on the after-thwart, and watched through Atkin's glasses; the heavy bullets all fell short. "Never mind, lads," said Atkins. "God Almighty ain't going to let those two men escape. Now, Harvey, what about ourselves? What is it to be? Ponape, or the nearest land?" "The nearest land, tor Gawd's sake," sobbed Jessop.
Atkin's Malanta godson and pupil, wrote afterwards, 'Joe said to me and Sapi, "We are going to look for the Bishop, are you two afraid?" "No, why should I be afraid?" "Very well, you two go and get food for yourselves, and bring a beaker full of water for us all, for we shall have to lie on our oars a long time to-day." The others who pulled the boat were Charles Sapinamba, a sailor, and Mr.
I celebrated Holy Communion afterwards. John came into cabin; I went out to Stephen. 'Brooke and Wogale both better, but B quite weak. During that Celebration, while administering the Sacred Elements, Mr. Atkin's tongue stumbled and hesitated over some of the words. Then the Mota men looked at one another, and knew what would follow. 'I do not know. Then he said again, 'It is all right.
And the effect on the school is remarkable. That there should be so much tenderness of conscience and apprehension of the guilt of impurity among the children of the heathen in among many brought up in familiarity with sin, is a matter for much thankfulness. To this may well be added an extract from Joseph Atkin's journal, showing his likemindedness both in thoughtfulness and charity:
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