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Updated: June 25, 2025
We travelled along a steep, narrow strip of land with a river on each side in the valleys below. We met no one until we arrived at the village of Koro Wai-Wai, which is situated on the banks of a good-sized river at the entrance to a magnificent gorge of rocky peaks and precipices. The "Buli" agreed to accompany me to Namosi, although his home was in another village.
So of verbs: kallo saya buli jalan, If I could walk: this may be termed the preter-imperfect tense of the subjunctive or potential mood of the verb jalan; whereas it is in fact a sentence of which jalan, buli, etc. are constituent words. It is improper, I say, to talk of the case of a noun which does not change its termination, or the mood of a verb which does not alter its form.
I learned that the man was going to be punished, but as he looked very repentant I said that I did not wish him punished, so he was allowed to sneak out of the hut, the people kicking him and saying angry words as he passed. I supped with the great "Buli" that evening, and we fared sumptuously on my duck, river oysters and all sorts of native dishes.
The next two days it blew a regular hurricane, and the captain dared not venture out to sea, our schooner lying safely at anchor inside the coral reef. I called on the "Buli" or village chief, with the captain. He was a boy of fifteen, and seemed a very bashful youth. We sailed again about five a.m. on the third morning, as the storm seemed to be dying down and the captain was anxious to get on.
In the evening I took a stroll with the "Buli" round the village, and then we sat on a log by the river chatting, with Masirewa acting as interpreter. We continued our journey the next morning, and late in the day we passed large fields of sugarcane. We had returned to civilization once more, and I could not help feeling a pang of regret.
Masirewa, was a character, and evidently had no respect for chiefs and princes, etc., as he treated all the "Bulis" as his equals, which was very different from the generally cringing attitude of the Fijians to their chiefs. Even the high and mighty "Buli" of Nabukaluku seemed to like his cheek.
In the afternoon the ceremonies were continued, the "Buli" sending for me to sit by him in the doorway of his hut to watch them. First about forty women with "tapa" cloth wound around their bodies went through various evolutions, swaying their arms about and chanting in their usual discordant manner.
O Jehovah, hear us for His sake, Thy Son, whom Thou didst give that through Him all men might also become Thy children. From Thee we came, and our mind is that to Thee we may return. The land is dark, O Lord, the land is dark. But Thou art mighty to save. Reach out Thy hand, O Lord, and save Fiji, poor cannibal Fiji." The Buli grew impatient.
The group separated from him, and John Starhurst stood alone, facing the Buli, who was leaning on an enormous, knotted warclub. "Come to me, missionary man, and overcome me," the Buli challenged. "Even so will I come to you and overcome you," John Starhurst made answer, first wiping his spectacles and settling them properly, then beginning his advance. The Buli raised the club and waited.
Returned to the Solomons by the Australian government, he had recruited on Buli Plantation for the purpose as was afterwards proved of getting arms and ammunition. For an attempt to kill the manager he had received fifty lashes at Tulagi and served a year.
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