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"No, no; whale teeth were beautiful," and his mouth watered for it, but he passed it back to Erirola with many apologies. In the early dawn John Starhurst was afoot, striding along the bush trail in his big leather boots, at his heels the faithful Narau, himself at the heels of a naked guide lent him by Mongondro to show the way to the next village, which was reached by midday.
But Narau groaned again, and backed away from the heels he had dogged so faithfully. "Ra Vatu is soon to become Lotu," Starhurst explained, "and I have come bringing the Lotu to you." "I want none of your Lotu," said the Buli, proudly. "And it is in my mind that you will be clubbed this day." The Buli nodded to one of his big mountaineers, who stepped forward, swinging a club.
And tomorrow we will have more talk about the house before we sell the pearl. It will be better if we take the thousand French in cash. Money is ever better than credit in buying goods from the traders." It was in the early days in Fiji, when John Starhurst arose in the mission house at Rewa Village and announced his intention of carrying the gospel throughout all Viti Levu.
He comes now." Breaking through the thicket of brush, John Starhurst, with Narau close on his heels, strode upon the scene. The famous boots, having filled in wading the stream, squirted fine jets of water at every step. Starhurst looked about him with flashing eyes. Upborne by an unwavering trust, untouched by doubt or fear, he exulted in all he saw.
From the Buli's house, John Starhurst saw emerging the Buli and his followers. "I bring you good tidings," was the missionary's greeting. "Who has sent you?" the Buli rejoined quietly. "God." "It is a new name in Viti Levu," the Buli grinned. "Of what islands, villages, or passes may he be chief?" "He is the chief over all islands, all villages, all passes," John Starhurst answered solemnly.
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.
James Ellery Brown at the trifling expense of one hundred sticks of tobacco, two cotton blankets, and a large bottle of painkiller. At the last moment, after twenty hours of solitary supplication and prayer, Narau's ears had heard the call to go forth with John Starhurst on the mission to the mountains. "Master, I will surely go with thee," he had announced.
If John Starhurst persisted in going out and being eaten, there would be a war that would cost hundreds of lives. Later in the day a deputation of Rewa chiefs waited upon John Starhurst. He heard them patiently, and argued patiently with them, though he abated not a whit from his purpose.
John Starhurst had hailed him with sober delight. Truly, the Lord was with him thus to spur on so broken-spirited a creature as Narau. "I am indeed without spirit, the weakest of the Lord's vessels," Narau explained, the first day in the canoe. "You should have faith, stronger faith," the missionary chided him. Another canoe journeyed up the Rewa that day.
The request may be anything from a human life to a tribal alliance, and no Fijian is so dead to honor as to deny the request when once the tooth has been accepted. Sometimes the request hangs fire, or the fulfilment is delayed, with untoward consequences. High up the Rewa, at the village of a chief, Mongondro by name, John Starhurst rested at the end of the second day of the journey.
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