im^i:^^M ^.Mif-r^-:^-' Ex Libris C. K. OGDEN THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES L \ ■■■^aa^HL ^^H n IN THE WRONG PARADISE AND OTHER STORIES BY THE SAME AUTHOR. BALLADES IN BLUE CHINA. Sixth Edition. Elzevir 87 v, cloth., 5-y. RHYMES A LA MODE. With Frontispiece by 1>. A. Abbey. Second Edition. Elzevir %vo, cloth., ^s. London : Kegan Paul, Trench & Co. In the Wrong Paradise AND OTHER STORIES I5Y ANDREW LANG NEW EDITION LONDON REGAN PAUL, TRENCH & CO., i, TATERNOSTER SQUARE f The Hghts of translalion and of rcfToduction are reserved^) PR 135 DEDICATION. Dear Rider Haggard, I have asked you to let nic put your name here, that I might have the opportunity of saying how much pleasure I owe to your romances. They make one a boy again while one is reading them ; and the student of "The Witch's Head" and of " King Solomon's Mines " is as young, in heart, as when he hunted long ago with Chingachgook and Uncas. You, who know the noble barbarian in his African retreats, appear to retain more than most men of his fresh natural imagination. We are all savages under our white skins ; but you alone recall to us the delights and terrors of the world's nonage. We are hunters again, trappers, adventurers bold, while we study you, and the blithe barbarian wakens even in the weary person of letters. He forgets proof- sheets and papers, and the "young lion" seeks his food from God, in the fearless ancient way, with bow or rifle. Of all modern heroes of romance, the dearest to me is vour faithful Zulu, and I own I cried when p- r> l05CSao VI DEDICATION. he bade farewell to his English master, in "The Witch's Head." In the following tales the natural man takes a hand, but he is seen through civilized spectacles, not, as in your delightful books, with the eyes of the sympathetic sportsman. If Why-Why and Mr. Gowles amuse you a little, let this be my Diomedean exchange of bronze for gold— of the new Phasacia for Kukuana- land, or for that haunted city of Kor, in which your fair Ayesha dwells undying, as yet unknown to the future lovers of SJie. Very sincerely yours, A. LANG. Cromer, Au^tut 29, 1886. PREFACE. The writer of these apologues hopes that the Rev. Mr. Gowles will not be regarded as his idea of a typical missionary. The country- men of Codrington and Callaway, of Pattcson and Livingstone, know better what mission- aries may be, and often are. But the wrong sort as well as the right sort exists eveiy- where, and Mr. Gowles is not a very gross caricature of the ignorant teacher of heathen- dom. I am convinced that he would have seen nothing but a set of darkened savages in the ancient Greeks. The religious eccen- tricities of the Hellenes are not exaggerated in "The End of Pha^acia ;" nay, Mr. Gowles might have seen odder things in Attica than he discovered, or chose to record, in Booth- land. via PREFACE To avoid the charge of plagiarism, perhaps it should be mentioned that " The Romance of the First Radical " was written long before I read Tanner's "Narrative of a Captivity among the Indians." Tanner, like Why- Why, had trouble with the chief medicine-man of his community. If my dear kinsman and companion of old days, J. J. A., reads " My Friend the Beach- comber," he will recognize many of his own yarns, but the portrait of the narrator is wholly fanciful. " In Castle Perilous " and "A Cheap Nigger " are reprinted from the Cornhill Magazine ; "My Friend the Beach-comber," from Lonz- man's; "The Great Gladstone Myth," from Macmillan's ; " In the Wrong Paradise,'' from the FortnigJitly Reviezv ; "A Duchess's Secret," from the Overland Mail ; "The Ro- mance of the First Radical," from Fraset's Magazine ; and "The End of Phaacia/' from Time, by the courteous permission of the editors and proprietors of those periodicals. CONTENTS. PAGE TiiK End of Ph>i:acia ... ... ... i I. Introductory ... ... ... 3 II. Narrative of -Mr. Gowles ... .. 6 III. The Prophecy ... ... ... 21 IV. At the Chiefs House... ... .. 26 V. A Stranger arrives ... 42 VI. A Backslider. A Warning ... 54 VII. Flight ... ... ,. 77 VIII. Saved! ... ... 87 In the Wrong Paradise ... ... 109 A Cheap Nigger ... ... ... ... 137 The Romance of the First Radical ... 177 A Prehistoric Apologue ... ... ... 179 The Youth of Why-Why ... ... 182 The Manhood of Why- Why ... ... ... 192 The Loves of Verva and AVhy-Why ... 197 La Mort Why-Why ... ... ... ... 205 A Duchess's Secret ... ... ... 211 The House of Strange Stories ... ... 231 In Castle Perilous ... ... ... 259 The Great Gladstone Myth... ... ... 281 My Friend the Beach-comber ... ... 301 THE END OF PH^ACIA. \V THE END OF PIIiiACIA. INTRODUCTORY.* The Rev. Thomas Gowles, well known in Colonial circles where the Truth is valued, as " the Boanerges of the Pacific," departed this life at Hackney Wick, on the 6th of March, 1885. The Laodiceans in our midst have ventured to affirm that the world at large has been a more restful place since Mr. Gowles was taken from his corner of the vineyard. The Boanerges of the Pacific was, indeed, one of those rarely-gifted souls, souls like a Luther or a Knox, who can tolerate no contradiction, and will palter with no com- promise, where the Truth is concerned. * From IVandering Slicep, the Bungletonian Missionary Record. 4 THE END OF PH/EACIA. Papists, Puscyites, Presbyterians, and Pagans alike, found in Mr. Gowles an opponent whose convictions were firm as a rock, and whose method of proclaiming the Truth was as the sound of a trumpet. Examples of his singular courage and daring in the work of the ministry abound in the following narrative. Born and brought up in the Bungletonian communion, himself collaterally connected, by a sister's marriage, with Jedediah Bungleton, the revered founder of the Very Particular People, Gowles was inaccessible to the scepticism of the age. His youth, it is true, had been stormy, like that of many a brand afterwards promoted to being a vessel. His worldly education was of the most elementary and indeed eleemosynary description, consequently he despised secular learning, and science " falsely so called." It is recorded of him that he had almost a distaste for those difficult chapters of the Epistles in which St. Paul mentions by name his Greek friends and converts. In a controversy with an Oxford scholar, conducted in the open air, under the Martyrs' Memorial in that centre of careless professors, Gowles had spoken of " Nicodemus," " Eubiilus," and " Stephanas." His unmannerly antagonist jeering at these INTRODUCTORY. S slips of pronunciation, Gowles uttered his celebrated and crushing retort, " Did Paul know Greek ? " The young man, his opponent, went away, silenced if not convinced. Such a man was the Rev. Thomas Gowles in his home ministry. Circumstances called him to that wider field of usefulness, the Pacific, in which so many millions of our dusky brethren cither worship owls, butterflies, sharks, and lizards, or are led away captive by the seductive pomps of the Scarlet Woman, or lapse languidly into the lap of a bloated and Erastian establishment, ignorant of the Truth as possessed by our community. Against all these forms of soul-destroying error the Rev. Thomas Gowles thundered nobly, " passing," as an admirer said, " like an evangelical cyclone, from the New Hebrides to the Aleutian Islands." It was during one of his missionary voyages, in a labour vessel, the Blackbird^ that the following singular events occurred, events which Mr. Gowles faithfully recorded, as will be seen, in his missionary narrative. We omit, as of purely secular interest, the description of the storm which wrecked the Blackbird, the account of the destruction of the steamer with all hands (not, 6 THE END OF PHyEACIA. let US try to hope, with all souls) on board, and everything that transpired till Mr, Gowles found himself alone, the sole survivor, and bestriding the mast in the midst of a tem- pestuous sea. What follows is from the record kept on pieces of skin, shards of pottery, plates of metal, papyrus leaves, and other strange substitutes for paper, used by Mr. Gowles during his captivity. II. NARRATIVE OF MR. GOWLES.* " I MUST now, though in sore straits for writing materials, and having entirely lost count of time, post up my diary, or rather commence my narrative. So far as I can learn from the jargon of the strange and lost people among whom Providence has cast me, this is, in their speech, the last of the month, Thargeelyun, as near as I can imitate the sound in English. Being in doubt as to the true time, I am resolved to regard to-morrow, and every seventh day in succession, as the * 1884. Date unknown. Month probably June; NARRATIVE OF MR. GOWLES. ^ Sabbath. The very natives, I have observed with great interest, keep one day at fixed intervals sacred to the Sun-god, whom they call Apollon, perhaps the same word as Apollyon. On this day they do no manner of work, but that is hardly an exception to their usual habits. A less industrious people (slaves and all) I never met, even in the Pacific. As to being more than common idle on one day out of seven, whether they have been taught so much of what is essential by some earlier missionary, or whether they maybe the corrupted descendants of the Lost Tribes (whom they do not, however, at all resemble outwardly, being, I must admit, of prepossessing appearance), I can only conjec- ture. This Apollon of theirs, in his graven images (of which there are many), carries a bow and arrows, fiery darts of the tvicked, 'another point in common between him and Apollyon, in the Pilgrim's Progress. May I, like Christian, turn aside and quench his artillery ! To return to my narrative. When I recovered consciousness, after the sinking of the Blackbird, I found myself alone, clinging to the mast. Now was I tossed on the crest 8 THE END OF EHMACIA. of the wave, now the waters opened beneath me, and I sank down in the valleys of the sea. Cold, numbed, and all but lifeless, I had given up hope of earthly existence, and was nearly insensible, when I began to revive beneath the rays of the sun. The sea, though still moved by a swell, was now much smoother, and, but for a strange vision, I might have believed that I was recovering my strength. I must, how- ever, have been delirious or dreaming, for it appeared to me that a foreign female, of pre- possessing exterior, though somewhat indeli- cately dressed, arose out of the waters close by my side, as lightly as if she had been a sea-gull on the wing. About her head there was wreathed a kind of muslin scarf, which she unwound and offered to me, indicating that I was to tic it about my waist, and it would preserve me from harm. So weak and exhausted was I that, without thinking, I did her biddiag, and then lost sight of the female. Presently, as it seemed (but I was so drowsy that the time may have been longer than I fancied), I caught sight of land from the crest of a wave. Steep blue cliffs arose far away out of a white cloud of surf, and, though a NARRATIVE OF MR. GOIVLES. 9 strong swimmer, I had little hope of reaching the shore in safety. Fortunately, or rather, I should say, provi- dentially, the current and tide-rip carried me to the mouth of a river, and, with a great effort, I got into the shoal-water, and finally staggered out on shore. There was a wood hard by, and thither I dragged myself. The sun was in mid heavens and very warm, and 1 managed to dry my clothes. I am always most particular to wear the dress of my calling, observing that it has a peculiar and gratifying effect on the minds of the natives. I soon dried my tall hat, which, during the storm, I had attached to my button-hole by a string, and, though it was a good deal battered, I was not without hopes of partially restoring its gloss and air of British respecta- bility. As will be seen, this precaution was, curiously enough, the human means of preserving my life. IMy hat, my black clothes, my white neck-tie, and the hymn- book I carry would, I was convinced, secure for me a favourable reception among the natives (if of the gentle brown Polynesian type), whom I expected to find on the island. Exhausted by my sufferings, I now fell 10 THE END OF PILEACIA. asleep, but was soon wakened by loud cries of anguish uttered at no great distance. I started to my feet, and beheld an extra- ordinary spectacle, which at once assured me that I had fallen among natives of the worst and lowest type. The dark places of the earth are, indeed, full of horrid cruelty. The first cries which had roused me must have been comparatively distant, though piercing, and even now they reached me confused in the notes of a melancholy chant or hymn. But the shrieks grew more shrill. and I thought I could distinguish the screams of a woman in pain or dread from the groans drawn with more difficulty from a man. I leaped up, and, climbing a high part of the river bank, I beheld, within a couple of hundred yards, an extraordinary procession coming from the inner country towards the mouth of the stream. At first I had only a confused view of. bright stuffs — white, blue, and red — and the shining of metal objects, in the midst of a crowd partly concealed by the dust they raised on their way. Very much to my surprise I found that they were advancing along a wide road, paved in a peculiar manner, NARRATIVE OF MR. GOWI.ES. il for I had never seen anything of this kind among the heathen tribes of the Pacific. Their dresses, too, though for the most part mere wraps, as it were, of coloured stuff, thrown round them, pinned with brooches, and often clinging in a very improper way to the figure, did not remind me of the costume (what there is of it) of Samoans, Fijians, or other natives among whom I have been privileged to labour. But these observations give a more minute impression of what I saw than, for the moment, I had time to take in. The fore- most part of the procession consisted of boys, many of them almost naked. Their hands were full of branches, wreathed in a curious manner with strips of white or coloured wools. They were all singing, and were led by a woman carrying in her arms a mis-shapen wooden idol, not much unlike those which are too frequent spectacles all over the Pacific. Behind the boys I could now distinctly behold a man and woman of the Polynesian type, naked to the waist, and staggering with bent backs beneath showers of blows. The people behind them, who were almost as light in colour as ourselves, were 12 THE END OF PH/EACIA. cruelly flogging them with cutting branches of trees. Round the necks of the unfor- tunate victims — criminals I presumed — were hung chains of white and black figs, and in their hands they held certain herbs, figs, and cheese, for what purpose I was, and remain, unable to conjecture. Whenever their cries were still for a moment, the woman who carried the idol turned round, and lifted it in her arms with words which I was unable to understand, urging on the tormentors to ply their switches with more severity. Naturally I was alarmed by the strangeness and ferocity of the natives, so I concealed myself hastily in some brushwood behind a large tree. Much to my horror I found that the screams, groans, and singing only drew nearer and nearer. The procession then passed me so close that I could see blood on the backs of the victims, and on their faces an awful dread and apprehension. Finally, the crowd reached the mouth of the river, at the very place where I had escaped from the sea. By aid of a small pocket-glass I could make out that the men were piling great faggots of green wood, which I had noticed that some of them carried, on a spot beneath NARRATIVE OF MR. GOWLES. 13 the wash of high tide. When the pile had reached a considerable height, the two victims were placed in the middle. Then, by some means, which I was too far off to detect, fire was produced, and applied to the wild wood in which the unhappy man and woman were enveloped. Soon, fortunately, a thick turbid smoke, in which but little flame appeared, swept all over the beach. I endeavoured to stop my ears, and turned my head away that I might neither see nor hear more of this spectacle, which I now perceived to be a human sacrifice more cruel than is customary even among the Fijians. When I next ventured to look up, the last trails of smoke were vanishing away across the sea ; the sun gazed down on the bright, many-coloured throng, who were now sing- ing another of their hymns, while some of the number were gathering up ashes (human ashes !) from a blackened spot on the sand, and were throwing them into the salt water. The wind tossed back a soft grey dust in their faces, mixed with the surf and spray. It was dark before the crowd swept by me again, now chanting in what appeared to be a mirthful manner, and with faces so smiling 14 THE END OF FH/EACIA. and happy that I could scarcely believe they had just taken part in such abominable cruelty. On the other hand, a weight seemed to have been removed from their consciences. So deceitful are the wiles of Satan, who de- ludes the heathen most in their very religion ! Tired and almost starved as I was, these reflections forced themselves upon me, even while I was pondering on the dreadful position in which I found myself Way of escape from the island (obviously a very large one) there was none. But, if I remained all night in the wood, I must almost perish of cold and hunger. I had therefore no choice but to approach the barbarous people, though, from my acquaintance with natives, I knew well that they were likely cither to kill and eat me, or to worship me as a god. Either event was too dreadful to bear reflection. I was certain, however, that, owing to the dress of my sacred calling, I could not be mistaken for a mere beach-comber or labour- hunter, and I considered that I might easily destroy the impression (natural among savages on first seeing a European) that I was a god. I therefore followed the throng from a distance, taking advantage for concealment of turns NARRATIVE OF MR. GOWLES. 1$ in the way, and of trees and underwood beside the road. Some four miles' walking, for which I was very unfit, brought us across a neck of land, and from high ground in the middle I again beheld the sea. Very much to my surprise the cape on which I looked down, safe in the rear of the descending multitude, was occupied by a kind of city. The houses were not the mere huts of South Sea Islanders, but, though built for the most part of carved and painted wood, had white stone foundations, and were of considerable height. On a rock in the centre of the bay were some stone edifices which I took to be temples or public buildings. The crowd gradually broke up, turning into their own dwellings on the shore, where, by the way, some large masted vessels were drawn up in little docks. But, while the general public, if I may say so, slowly withdrew, the woman with the idol in her arms, accom- panied by some elderly men of serious aspect, climbed the road up to the central public buildings. Moved by some impulse which I could hardly explain, I stealthily followed them, and at last found myself on a rocky platform, I6 THE END OF PH.EACIA. a kind of public square, open on one side to the sea, and shut in on either hand, and at the back, by large houses with smooth round pillars, and decorated with odd coloured carvings. There was in the open centre of the square an object which I recognized as an altar, with a fire burning on it. Some men came out of the chief building, dragging a sheep, with chains of flowers round its neck. Another man threw something on the fire, which burned with a curious smell. At once I recognized the savour of incense, against which (as employed illegally by the Puseyites) I had often firmly protested in old days at home. The spirit of a soldier of the Truth entered into me ; weary as I was, I rushed from the dusky corner where I had been hidden in the twilight, ran to the altar, and held up my hand with my hymn-book as I began to repeat an address that had often silenced the papistic mummers in England. Before I had uttered half a dozen words, the men ^\■ho were dragging the sheep flew at me, and tried to seize me, while one of them offered a strange-looking knife at my throat. I thought my last hour had come, and the old Adam awakening in me, I delivered such a NARRATIVE OF MR. GOWLES. 17 blow with my right on the eye of the man with the knife, that he reeled and fell heavily against the altar. Then assuming an attitude of self-defence (such as was, alas ! too familiar to me in my unregenerate days), I awaited my assailants. They were coming on in a body when the veil of the large edifice in front was lifted, and a flash of light streamed out on the dusky square, as an old man dressed in red hurried to the scene of struggle. He wore a long white beard, had green leaves twisted in his hair, and carried in his hand a gilded staff curiously wreathed with wool. When they saw him approaching, my assailants fell back^ each of them kissing his own hand and bowing slightly in the direction of the temple, as I rightly supposed it to be. The old man, who was followed by attendants carrying torches burning, was now close to us, and on beholding me, he exhibited unusual emotions. My appearance, no doubt, was at that moment peculiar, and little creditable, as I have since thought, to a minister, however humble. My hat was thrust on the back of my head, my coat was torn, my shirt open, my neck-tie twisted round under my ear, and c I8 THE END OF PH/EACIA. my whole attitude was not one generally associated with the peaceful delivery of the message. Still, I had never conceived that any spectacle, however strange and unbe- coming, could have produced such an effect on the native mind, especially in a person who was manifestly a chief, or high-priest of some heathen god. Seeing him pause, and turn pale, I dropped my hands, and rearranged my dress as best I might. The old Tohunga, as my New Zealand flock used to call their priest, now lifted his eyes to heaven with an air of devotion, and remained for some moments like one absorbed in prayer or meditation. He then rapidly uttered some words, which, of course, I could not under- stand, whereon his attendants approached me gently, with signs of respect and friendship. Not to appear lacking in courtesy, or inferior in politeness to savages, I turned and raised my hat, which seemed still more to alarm the old priest. He spoke to one of his attendants, who instantly ran across the square, and ente'rcd the courtyard of a large house, surrounded by a garden, of which the tall trees looked over the wall, and wooden palisade. The old man then withdrew into NARRATIVE OF MR. GOWLES. 19 the temple, and I distinctly saw him scatter, with the leafy bough of a tree, some water round him as he entered, from a vessel beside the door. This convinced me that some of the emissaries of the Scarlet Woman had already been busy among the benighted people, a conjecture, however, which proved to be erroneous. I was now left standing by the altar, the attendants observing me with respect which I feared might at any moment take the blasphemous form of worship. Nor could I see how I was to check their adoration, and turn it into the proper channel, if, as happened to Captain Cook, and has frequently occurred since, these darkened idolaters mistook me for one of their own deities. I might spurn them, indeed ; but when Nicholson adopted that course, and beat the Fakirs who wor- shipped him during the Indian Mutiny, his conduct, as I have read, only redoubled their enthusiasm. However, as events proved, they never at any time were inclined to substitute me for their heathen divinities ; very far from it indeed, though their peculiar conduct was calculated to foster in my breast this melancholy delusion. ao THE END OF PH^ACIA. I had not been left long to my own thoughts when I marked lights wandering in the garden or courtyard whither the messen- ger had been sent by the old priest. Presently there came forth from the court a man of remarkable stature, and with an air of serious- ness and responsibility. In his hand he car- ried a short staff, or baton, with gold knobs, and he wore a thin golden circlet in his hair. As he drew near, the veil of the temple was again lifted, and the aged priest came forward, bearing in his arms a singular casket of wood, ornamented with alternate bands of gold and ivory, carved with outlandish figures. The torch-bearers crowded about us in the darkness, and it was a strange spectacle to behold the smoky, fiery light shining on the men's faces and the rich coloured dresses, or lighting up the white idol of Apollon, which stood among the laurel trees at the entrance of the temple. ( 21 ) III. THE PROPHECY. The priest and the man with the gold circlet whom I took to be a chief, now met, and, fixing their eyes on me, held a conversation of which, naturally, I understood nothing. I maintained an unmoved demeanour, and, by way of showing my indifference, and also of impressing the natives with the superiority of our civilization, I took out and wound up my watch, which, I was glad to find, had not been utterly ruined by the salt water. Mean- while the priest was fumbling in his casket, whence he produced a bundle of very ragged and smoky old bits of parchment and scraps of potsherds. These he placed in the hands of his attendants, who received them kneel- ing. From the very bottom of the casket he extracted some thin plates of a greyish metal, lead, I believe, all mouldy, stained, and ragged. Over these he pored and puzzled for some time, trying, as I guessed, to make out something inscribed on this curious substitute for writing-paper. I had now recovered my 22 THE END OF PIl/EACIA. presence of mind, and, thinking at once to astonish and propitiate, I drew from my pocket, wiped, and presented to him my spec- tacles, indicating, by example, the manner of their employment. No sooner did he behold these common articles of every-day use, than the priest's knees began to knock together, and his old hands trembled so that he could scarcely fix the spectacles on his nose. When he had managed this it was plain that he found much less difficulty with his documents. He now turned them rapidly over, and pre- sently discovered one thin sheet of lead, from which he began to read, or rather chant, in a slow measured tone, every now and then pausing and pointing to me, to my hat, and to the spectacles which he himself wore at the moment. The chief listened to him gravely, and with an expression of melancholy that grew deeper and sadder till the end. It was a strange scene. I afterwards heard the matter of the prophecy, as it proved to be, which was thus delivered. I have written it down in the language of the natives, spelling it as best I might, and I give the translation which I made when I became more or less acquainted THE PROPHECY. 23 with their very difficult dialect.* It will be seen that the prophecy, whatever its origin, was strangely fulfilled. Perhaps the gods of this people were not mere idols, but evil spirits, permitted, for some wise purpose, to delude their unhappy worshippers.f This, doubtless, they might best do by occasionally telling the truth, as in my instance. But this theory — namely, that the gods of the heathen are perhaps evil and wandering spirits — is, for reasons which will afterwards appear, very painful to me, personally reminding me that I may have sinned as {qw have done since the days of the early Christians. But I trust this will not be made a reproach to me in our Connection, especially as I have been the humble instrument of so blessed a change in the land of the heathen, there being no more of them left. But, to return to the * The original text of this prophecy is printed at the close of Mr. Gowles's narrative. t It has been suggested to me that some travelled priest or conjurer of this strange race may have met Europeans, seen hats, spectacles, steamers, and so forth, and may have written the prophecy as a warning of the dangers of our civilization. In that case the forgery was \try cunningly managed, as the document had every appearance of great age, and the alarm of the priest was too natural to have been feigned. 24 THE END OF PHMACIA. prophecy, it is given roughly here in English. It ran thus : — " But when a man, having a chimney pot on his head, and four eyes, appears, and when a sail-less ship also comes, sailing without wind and breathing smoke, then will destruction fall upon the Scherian island." Perhaps, from this and other ex- pressions to be offered in a later chapter, the learned will be able to determine whether the speech is of the Polynesian or the Papuan family, or whether, as I sometimes suspect, it is of neither, but of a character quite isolated and peculiar. The effect produced on the mind of the chief by the prophecy amazed me, as he looked, for a native, quite a superior and intelligent person. None of them, however, as I found, escaped the influence of their baneful superstitions. Approaching me, he closely examined myself, my dress, and the spectacles which the old priest now held in his hands. The two men then had a hurried discussion, and I have afterwards seen reason to suppose that the chief was pointing out the absence of certain important elements in the fulfilment of the prophecy. Here was I, doubtless, " a man bearing a chimney on his THE PROPHECY. 2$ head " (for in this light they regarded my hat), and having " four eyes," that is, including my spectacles, a convenience with which they had hitherto been unacquainted. It was unde- niable that a prophecy written by a person not accustomed to the resources of civilization, could not more accurately have described me and my appearance. But the " ship without sails " was still lacking to the completion of what had been foretold, as the chief seemed to indicate by waving his hand towards the sea. For the present, therefore, they might hope that the worst would not come to the worst. Probably this conclusion brought a ray of hope into the melancholy face of the chief, and the old priest himself left off trembling. They even smiled, and, in their conversation, which assumed a lighter tone, I caught and recorded in pencil on my shirt-cuff, for future explanation, words which sounded like aiskistos aneer, farmakos, cathanna, and ThargeelyaJi* Finally the aged priest hobbled back into his temple, and the chief, beckoning me to follow, passed within the courtyard of his house. * How terribly these words were afterwards to be inter- preted, the reader will learn in due time. 26 THE END OF PHMACIA. IV. AT THE chief's HOUSE. The chief leading the way, I followed through the open entrance of the courtyard. The yard was very spacious, and under the dark shade of the trees I could see a light here and there in the windows of small huts along the walls, where, as I found later, the slaves and the young men of the family slept. In the middle of the space there was another altar, I am sorry to say ; indeed, there were altars everywhere. I never heard of a people so religious, in their own darkened way, as these islanders. At the further end of the court was a really large and even stately house, with no windows but a clerestory, indicated by the line of light from within, flickering between the top of the wall and the beginning of the high-pitched roof. Light was also streaming through the wide doorway, from which came the sound of many voices. The house was obviously full of people, and, just before we reached the deep verandah, a roofed space open to the air in front, they began to come AT THE CHIEF'S HOUSE. 27 out, some of them singing. They had flowers in their hair, and torches in their hands. The chief, giving me a sign to be silent, drew me apart within the shadow of a plane tree, and we waited there till the crowd dispersed, and went, I presume, to their own houses. There were no women among them, and the men carried no spears nor other weapons. When the court was empty, we walked up the broad stone steps and stood Avithin the doorway. I was certainly much surprised at what I saw. There was a rude magnificence about this house such as I had never expected to find in the South Sea Islands. Nay, though I am not unacquainted with the abodes of opulence at home, and have been a favoured guest of some of our merchant princes (including Messrs. Bunton, the eminent haberdashers, whose light is so generously bestowed on our Connection), I admit that I had never looked on a more spacious reception-room, furnished, of course, in a somewhat savage manner, but, obviously, regardless of expense. The very threshold between the court and the reception- room, to which you descended by steps, was made of some dark metal, inlaid curiously with figures of beasts and birds, also in metal 2S THE END OF PHJEACIA. (gold, as I afterwards learned), of various shades of colour and brightness. At first I had some difficulty in making out the details of the vast apartment which lay beyond. I was almost dizzy with hunger and fatigue, and my view was further obscured by a fragrant blue smoke, which rose in soft clouds from an open fireplace in the middle of the room. Singular to say, there was no chimney, merely a hole in the lofty roof, through which most of the smoke escaped. The ceiling itself, which was supported by carved rafters, was in places quite black with the vapour of many years. The smoke, however, was thin, and as the fuel on the fire, and on the braziers, was of dry cedar and sandal-wood, the perfume, though heavy, was not unpleasant. The room u^as partly illumi- nated by the fire itself, partly by braziers full of blazing branches of trees ; but, what was most remarkable, there were rows of metal images of young men (naked, I am sorry to say), with burning torches in their hands, ranged all along the side walls. A good deal of taste, in one sense, had been expended in making these images, and money had clearly been no object, I might have A 7' THE CHIEF'S HOUSE. 29 been somewhat dazzled by the general effect, had I not reflected that, in my own country, gas is within reach of the poorest purse, while the electric light itself may be enjoyed by the very beggar in the street. Here, on the con- trary, the dripping of the wax from the torches, the black smoke on the roof, the noisy crack- ling of the sandal-wood in the braziers, all combined to prove that these natives, though ingenious enough in their way, were far indeed below the level of modern civilization. The abominable ceremony of the afternoon would have proved as much, and now the absence of true comfort, even in the dwelling of a chief, made me think once more of the hardships of a missionary's career. But I must endeavour to complete the picture of domestic life in the island, which I now witnessed for the first time, and which will never be seen again by Europeans. The walls themselves were of some dark but glittering metal, on which designs in lighter metal were inlaid. There were views of the chief going to the chase, his bow in his hand ; of the chief sacrificing to idols ; of men and young women engaged in the soul-destroying practice of promiscuous dancing ; there were 30 THE END OF PHALACIA. wild beasts, lions among others ; rivers, with fish in them ; mountains, trees, the sun and moon, and stars, all not by any means ill de- signed, for the work of natives. The pictures, indeed, reminded me a good deal of the ugly Assyrian curiosities in the British Museum, as I have seen them when conducting the chil- dren of the Bungletonian Band of Hope through the rooms devoted to the remains of Bible peoples, such as the Egyptians, Hittites, and others. Red or blue curtains, strangely embroidered, hung over the doors, and trophies of swords, shields, and spears, not of steel, but of some darker metal, were fixed on the tall pillars that helped to prop the roof. At the top of the wall, just beneath the open unglazed spaces, which admitted light and air in the daytime, and wind and rain in bad weather, was a kind of frieze, or coping, of some deep blue material.* All along the sides of the hall ran carved seats, covered with pretty light embroidered cloths, not very different from modern Oriental fabrics. The carpets and rugs were precisely like those of India and Persia, and I supposed that they must * I afterwards found il was blue smalt. AT THE CHIEF'S HOUSE. 31 have been obtained through commerce. But I afterwards learned that they were, beyond doubtj of native manufacture. At the further end of the room was a kind of platform, or dais, on which tables were set with fruit and wine. But much more curious than the furniture of the hall was the group of women sitting by the fire in the centre. There sat in two rows some twenty girls, all busily weaving, and throwing the shuttle from hand to hand, laughing and chattering in low voices. In the midst of them, on a high chair of cedar-wood, decorated with ivory, and with an ivory footstool, sat a person whom, in a civilized country, one must have looked on with respect as a lady of high rank. She, like her husband the chief, had a golden circlet twisted in her hair, which was still brown and copious, and she wore an appearance of command. At her feet, on a stool, reclined a girl who was, I must confess, of singular beauty. Doto had long fair hair, a feature most unusual among these natives. She had blue eyes, and an appearance of singular innocence and frankness. She was, at the moment, em- broidering a piece of work intended, as I 32 THE END OF PIF/EACIA. afterwards learned with deep pain, for the covering of one of their idols, to whose service the benighted young woman was devoted. Often in after days, I saw Doto stooping above her embroidery and deftly interweaving the green and golden threads into the patterns of beasts and flowers. Often my heart went out to this poor child of pagan tribe, and I even pleased myself with the hope that some day, a reclaimed and enlightened character, she might employ her skill in embroidering slippers and braces for a humble vessel. I seemed to see her, a helpmate meet for me, holding Mothers' Meetings, playing hymn- tunes on the lyre, or the double pipes, the native instruments, and, above all, winning the islanders from their cruel and abominable custom of exposing their infant children on the mountains. How differently have all things been arranged. But I am wandering from my story. When we reached the group by the fireside, who had at first been unaware of our entrance, the chief's wife gave a slight start, alarmed doubt- less by my appearance. She could never have seen, nor even dreamed of, such a spectacle as I must have presented, haggard. AT THE CHIEF'S HOUSE. 33 ragged, faint with hunger, and worn with fatigue as I was. The chief motioned to me that I should kneel at his wife's feet, and kiss her hand, but I merely bowed, not consider- ing this a fit moment to protest otherwise against such sacrilegious mummeries. But the woman — her name I learned later was Ocyale — did not take my attitude in bad part. The startled expression of her face changed to a look of pity, and, with a move- ment of her hand, she directed Doto to bring a large golden cup from the table at the upper end of the room. Into this cup she ladled some dark liquid from a bowl which was placed on a small three-legged stand, or dumb waiter, close to her side. Next she spilt a little of the wine on the polished floor, with an appearance of gravity which I did not understand. It appears that this spilling of wine is a drink offering to their idols. She then offered me the cup, which I was about to taste, when I perceived that the liquor was indubitably alcoholic ! A total abstainer, I had, I am thankful to say, strength enough to resist the tempta- tion thus adroitly thrust upon me. Setting down the cup, I pointed to the badge of D ■34 THE END OF FI/yEACIA. blue ribbon, which, though damp and colour- less, remained faithful to my button-hole. I also made signs I was hungrj^, and would be glad of something to eat. My gestures, as far as the blue ribbon went, must have been thrown away, of course, but any one could understand that I was fainting from hunger. The mistress of the house called to one of the spinning girls, who rose and went within the door opening from the plat- form at the upper end of the room. She presently returned with an old woman, a housekeeper, as we would say, and obviously a faithful and familiar servant. After some conversation, of which I was probably the topic, the old woman hobbled off, laughing. She soon came back, bringing, to my extreme delight, a basket with cakes and goat cheese, and some cold pork in a dish. I ought, perhaps, to say here that, in spite of the luxury of their appointments, and their extraordinary habit of "eating and drinking all day to the going down of the sun " (as one of their own poets says), these islanders are by no means good cooks. I have tasted of more savoury meats, dressed in coverings of leaves on hot stones, in Maori pahs, or in AT THE CHIEFS HOUSE. 35 New Caledonian villages, than among the comparatively civilized natives of the country where I now found myself. Among the common people, especially, there was no notion of hanging or keeping meat. Often have I seen a man kill a hojr on the floor of his house, cut it up, toast it, as one may say, at the fire, and then offer the grilled and frequently under-done flesh to his guests. Invariably the guests are obliged to witness the slaughter of the animal which is to supply their dinner. This slaughter is performed as a kind of sacrifice ; the legs of the beast are the portions of the gods, and are laid, with bits of fat, upon the altars. Then chops, or rather kabobs, of meat are hacked off, spitted, and grilled or roasted at the fire. Consequently all the meat tasted in this island is actually " meat offered to idols." When I made this discovery the shock was very great, and I feared I was repeating a sin denounced from the earliest ages. But what was I to do ? Not the meat only, but the vegetables, the fruit, the grain, the very fish (which the natives never eat except under stress of great hunger), were sacred to one or other of their innumerable idols, I must 36 THE END OF PHMACIA. eat, or starve myself to death — a form of suicide. I therefore made up my mind to eat without scruple, remembering that the gods of the nations are nothing at all, but the fancies of vain dreamers, and the invention of greedy and self-seeking priests. These sci^uples were of later growth, after I had learned that their meals were invariably preceded by a sacrifice, partly to provide the food, partly as grace before meat. On the present occasion I made an excellent supper, though put to a good deal of incon- venience by the want of forks, which were entirely unknown on the island. Finding that I would not taste the alcoholic liquor, which the natives always mixed with a large propor- tion of water, Doto rose, went out, and returned with a great bowl of ivy-wood, curiously carved, and full of milk. In this permitted beverage, as my spirits were rising, I drank the young lady's health, indicating my grati- tude as well as I could. She bowed grace- fully, and returned to her task of embroidery. Meanwhile her father and mother were deep in conversation, and paid no attention to me, obviously understanding that my chief need was food. I could not but see that the AT THE CHIEF'S HOUSE. 37 face of the chief's wife was overclouded, probably with anxiety caused by the prophecy of which I was, or was taken for, the subject. When my hunger was satisfied, I fell, it seems, into a kind of doze, from which I was wakened by the noise of people rising, moving, and pushing back chairs. I collected my senses, and perceived that the room was almost dark, most of the inmates had gone, and the chief was lighting a torch at one of the braziers. This torch he placed in my hand, indicating, as I understood, that I was to put myself under the guidance of two of the young women who had been spinning. At this I was somewhat perplexed, but followed where they went before me, each of them holding a burning torch. The light flared and the smoke drifted among the corridors, till we came within sound of running water. In a lofty green chamber was a large bath of polished marble, carved with shapes of men armed with pitchforks, and employed in spearing fish. The bath was full of clear water, of somewhat higher than tepid heat, and the stream, welling up in one part, flowed out in another, not splash- ing or spilling. The young women now 3S THE END OF PHMACIA. brought flasks of oil, large sponges, such as are common in these seas, and such articles of dress as are worn by the men among the natives. But, to my astonishment, the girls showed no intention of going away, and it soon became evident that they meant to assist we in my toilet ! I had some difficulty in getting them to understand the indecorum of their conduct, or rather (for I doubt if they understood it after all) in prevailing on them to leave me. I afterwards learned that this custom, shocking as it appears to Europeans, is regarded as entirely right and usual even by the better class of islanders ; nor, to do them justice, have I ever heard any imputations on the morality of their women. Except among the shepherds and shep- herdesses in the rural districts, whose conduct was very regardless, a high standard of modesty prevailed among the female natives. In this, I need not say, they were a notable exception among Polynesian races. Left to my own devices by the retreat of the young women, I revelled in the pleasures of the bath, and then the question arose. How was I to be clothed .'' I had, of course, but one shirt with me, and AT THE CHIEFS HOUSE. 39 that somewhat frayed and worn. My boots, too, were almost useless from their prolonged immersion in salt water. Yet I could not bring myself to adopt the peculiar dress of the natives, though the young persons had left in the bath-room changes of raiment such as are worn by the men of rank. These garments were simple, and not uncomfortable, but, as they showed the legs from the knees downwards, like kilts, I felt that they would be unbecoming to one in my position. Almost the chief distinction between civilized man and the savage, is the wearing of trousers. When a missionary in Tongo, and prime minister of King Haui Ha there, I made the absence of breeches in the males an offence punishable by imprisonment. Could I, on my very first appearance among the islanders to-morrow, fly, as it were, in the face of my own rules, and prove false to my well-known and often expressed convictions .-• I felt that such backsliding was impossible. On mature consideration, therefore, I made the following arrangement. The garments of the natives, when they condescended to wear any, were but two in number. First, there was a long linen or 40 THE END OF PHMACIA. woollen shirt or smock, without sleeves, which fell from the neck to some distance below the knees. This shirt I put on. A belt is generally worn, into which the folds of the smock can be drawn up or " kilted," when the wearer wishes to have his limbs free for active exercise. The other garment is simply a large square piece of stuff, silken or woollen as it happens in accordance with the weather, and the rank of the wearer. In this a man swathes himself, somewhat as a Highlander does in his plaid, pinning it over the shoulder and leaving the arms free. When one is accustomed to it, this kind of dress is not uncomfortable, and many of the younger braves carried it with a good deal of grace, showing some fancy and originality in the dispositions of the folds. Though attired in this barbarous guise, I did not, of course, dispense with my trousers, which, being black, contrasted somewhat oddly with my primrose- coloured ki ton, as they call the smock, and the dark violet clamis, or plaid. When the natives do not go bareheaded, they usually wear a kind of light, soft wideawake, but this I discarded in favour of my hat, which had already produced so remarkable an effect on their superstitious minds. AT THE CHIEF'S HOUSE. 41 Now I was dressed, as fittingly as possible in the circumstances, but I felt that my chief need was a bed to lie down upon. I did not wish to sleep in the bath-room, so, taking my torch from the stand in which I had placed it, I sallied forth into the corridors, attired as I have described, and carrying my coat under my arm. A distant light, and the noise of females giggling, which increased most inde- corously as I drew near, attracted my atten- tion. Walking in the direction of the sounds, I soon discovered the two young women to whose charge I had been committed by the chief They appeared to be in high spirits, and, seizing my arms before I could offer any resistance, they dragged me at a great pace down the passage and out into the verandah. Here the air was very fragrant and balmy, and a kind of comfortable " shake- down " of mattresses, covered with coloured blankets, had been laid for me in a corner. I lay down as soon as the sound of the young women's merriment died out in the distance, and after the extraordinary events of the night, I was soon sleeping as soundly as if I had been in my father's house at Hackney Wick. 4'2 THE E.XD of PII^ACIA. V. A STRANGER ARRIVES. When I wakened next morning, wonderfully- refreshed by sleep and the purity of the air, I had some difficulty in remembering where I was and how I came there in such a peculiar costume. But the voices of the servants in the house, and the general stir of people going to and fro, convinced me that I had better be up and ready to put my sickle into this harvest of heathen darkness. Little did I think how soon the heathen darkness would be trying to put the sickle into me ! I made my way with little difficulty, being guided by the sound of the running water, to the bath- room, and thence into the gardens. These were large and remarkably well arranged in beds and plots of flowers and fruit-trees. I particularly admired a fountain in the middle, which watered the garden, and supplied both the chief's house and the town. Returning by way of the hall, I met the chief, who, saluting me gravely, motioned me to one of many small tables on which was set a bowl A STRANGER ARRIVES. 43 of milk, some cakes, and some roasted kid's flesh. After I had done justice to this breakfast, he directed mc to follow him, and, walking before mc with his gold-knobbed staff in his hand, passed out of the shady court into the public square. Here we found a number of aged men seated on unpleasantly smooth and cold polished stones in a curious circle of masonry. They were surrounded by a crowd of younger men, shouting, laughing, and behaving with all the thoughtless levity and merriment of a Polynesian mob. They became silent as the chief approached, and the old men rose from their places till he had taken a kind of rude throne in the circle. For my part, I was obliged to stand alone in their midst, and it seemed that they were debating about myself and my future treat- ment. First the old priest, whom I had seen on the night before, got up, and, as I fancied, his harangue was very unfavourable to me. He pointed at the inevitable flower-crowned altar which, of course, was in the centre of the market-place, and from the way he shook a sickle he held in his hand I believe that he was proposing to sacrifice me on the spot. 44 1HE END OF PHMACIA. In the midst of his oration two vultures, black with white breasts, flew high over our heads, chasing a dove, which they caught and killed right above the market-place, so that the feathers fell down on the altar. The islanders, as I afterwards discovered, are full of childish superstitions about the flight of birds, from which they derive omens as to future events. The old priest manifestly attempted to make political capital against me out of the interesting occurrence in natural history which we had just observed. He hurried to the altar, caught up a handful of the bleeding feathers, and, with sickle in hand, was rushing towards me, when he tripped over the head of a bullock that had lately been sacrificed, and fell flat on his face, while the sickle flew far out of his hand. On this the young men, who were very frivolous, like most of the islanders, laughed aloud, and even the elders smiled. The chief now rose with his staff in his grasp, and, pointing first to me and then to the sky, was, I imagined, propounding a different inter- pretation of the omen from that advanced by the old priest. Meantime the latter, with a sulky expression of indifference, sat nursing A STRANGER ARRIVES. 45 his knees, which had been a good deal damaged by his unseemly sprawl on the ground. When the chief sat down, a very quiet, absent-minded old gentleman arose. Klatreus was his name, as I learned later ; his family had a curious history, and he himself afterwards came to an unhappy and terrible end, as will be shown in a subsequent part of my narrative. I felt quite at home, as if I had been at some vestry-meeting, or some committee in the old country, when Elatreus got up. He was stout, very bald, and had a way of thrusting his arm behind him, and of hum- ming and hawing, which vividly brought back to mind the oratory of my native land. He had also, plainly enough, the trick of for- getting what he intended to say, and of running off after new ideas, a trick very uncommon among these natives, who are born public speakers. I flattered myself that this orator was in favour of leniency towards me, but nobody was paying much attention to him, when a shout was heard from the bottom of the hill on which the square is built. Ever)^body turned round, the elders jumped up with some alacrity for the sake 4$ THE END OF PH^ACIA. of a better view on the polished stones where they had been sitting, and so much was the business before the meeting forgotten in the new excitement, that I might have run away unnoticed, had there been anywhere to run to. But flight was out of the question, unless I could get a boat and some provisions, and I had neither. I was pleased, however, to see that I was so lightly and laxly guarded. The cause of the disturbance was soon apparent. A number of brown, half-naked, sturdy sailors, with red caps, not unlike fezzes, on their heads, appeared, bawling and making for the centre of the square. They were apparently carrying or dragging some person with them, some person who offered a good deal of resistance. Among the foreign and unintelligible cries and howls which rang through the market-place, my heart leaped up, in natural though unsanctified pleasure, as I heard the too well-known but unexpected accents of British profanity. " Where the (somewhere) are you blooming sons of beach-combers dragging a Bri'sh shailor ? Shtand off, you ragged set of white- wa'^hed Christy Minstrels, you ! Where's the. A STRANGER ARRIVES. 47 Bri'sh Conshul's ? Take mc, you longshore sons of sharks, to the Bri'sh Conshul's! If there's one white man among }'ou let him stand out and hit a chap his own weight." " Hullo!" suddenly cried the speaker, whom I had recognized as William Bludger, one of the most depraved and regardless of the whole wicked crew of the Blackbird, — " hullo, if here isn't old Captain Hymn-book ! " — a foolish nickname the sailors had given me. He was obviously more than half-drunk, and carried in his hand a black rum-bottle, probably (from all I knew of him) not nearly full. His shirt and trousers were torn and dripping ; apparently he had been washed ashore, like myself, after the storm, and had been found and brought into the town by some of the fishing population. What a blow to all my hopes was the wholly unlooked-for arrival of this tipsy, irreclaimable seaman, this unawakened Bill Bludger ! I had framed an ideal of what my own behavour, in my trying circumstances, ought to be. Often had I read how these islanders possess a tradition that a wonderful white man, a being all sweetness and lucidity, landed in their midst, taught them the 48 THE END OF PHJEACIA. knowledge of the arts, converted them to peace and good manners, and at last mysteri- ously departed, promising that he would return again. I had hopes — such things have happened — that the islanders might take me for this wonderful white man of their tradi- tions, come back according to his promise. If this delusion should occur, I would not at once undeceive them, but take advantage of the situation, and so bring them all into the Bungletonian fold. I knew there was no time to waste. Lutheran, French, or Church of England schemers, in schooners, might even now be approaching the island, with their erroneous and deplorable tenets. Again, I had reckoned, if my hopes proved false, on attaining, not without dignity, the crown of the proto-martyr of my Connection. Beyond occasional confinement in police cells, con- sequent on the strategic manoeuvres of the Salvation Army, none of us had ever known what it was to suffer in the cause. If I were to be the first to testify with my blood, on this unknown soil, at least I could meet my doom with dignity. In any case, I should be remembered, I had reckoned, in the island traditions, either as an isolated and mysterious A STUANGER AJ^RIVES. 49 benefactor, the child of an otherwise unknown race, or as a solitary martyr from afar. All these vain hopes of spiritual pride were now blown to the wind by Bill Bludger's unexpected appearance and characteristic conduct. No delusions about a divine white stranger from afar could survive the appear- ance and behaviour of so compromising- an acquaintance as William. He was one white stranger too many. There he was, still struggling, shouting, swearing, smelling of rum, and making frantic attempts to reach me and shake hands with me. " Let bygones be bygones. Captain Ilymn- book, your Reverence," he screamed ; " here's your jolly good health and song," and he put his horrible black bottle to his unchastened lips. " Here we are, Captain, two Englishmen agin a lot o' blooming Kanekas ; let's clear out their whole blessed town, and steer for Sydney," But, perceiving that I did not intend to recognize or carouse with him, William Bludger now changed his tone ; " Yah, you lily-livered Bible- reader," he exclaimed, " what are you going about in that toggery for : copying Mr. Toole in Paiv Claitdiim f E so THE END OF PH/EACIA. YoH call yourself a missionary ? Jove, you're more like a blooming play hactor in a penny gaff! Easy, then, my hearties," he added, seeing that the fishermen were approaching him again, with ropes in their hands. " Avast ! stow your handcuffs." In spite of his oaths and struggles, the inebriated mariner was firmly bound, hand and foot, and placed in the centre of the assembly. I only wished that the natives had also gagged him, for his language, though, of course, unintelligible to them, was profane, and highly painful to me. Before returning to business, the chiefs carefully inspected the black bottle, of which they had dispossessed William Bludger. A golden vase was produced — they had always plenty of tJieni handy — and the dark fluid was poured into this princely receptacle, diffusing a strong odour of rum. Each chief carefully tasted the stuff, and I was pained, on gather- ing, from the expression of their countenances, that they obviously relished the " fire-water " which has been the ruin of so many peoples in these beautiful but benighted seas. How- ever, there was not enough left to go round, and it was manifestly unlikely that William A STK ANGER ARRIVES. 51 Bludger had succeeded in conveying larger supplies from the wreck. The meeting now assumed its former air of earnestness, and it was not hard to see that the arrival of my unhappy and degraded fellow-countryman had introduced a new ele- ment into the debate. Man after man spoke, and finally the chief rose, as I had little doubt, to sum up the discussion. He pointed to myself, and to William Bludger alternately, and the words which I had already noted, Thargedyah, and farmakoi, frequently re- curred in his speech. His ideas seemed to meet with general approval ; even the old priest laid aside his sickle, and beat applause with his hands. He next rose, and, taking two garlands of beautiful flowers from the horns of the altar, placed one wreath on the head of the drunken sailor, who had fallen asleep by this time. He then drew near me, and I had little doubt that he meant to make me also wear a garland, like some woman of rank and fashion at a giddy secular entertain- ment. Whatever his motive might be I was determined to wear nothing of the kind. But here some attendants grappled and held me, my hat was lifted from my brows, and the 52 THE END OF PHMACIA. circlet of blossoms was carefully entwined all round my hat. The head-covering was then replaced, the whole assembly, forming a circle, danced around me and the unconscious Blud- ger, and, finally, the old priest, turning his face alternately to me and to the sun, intoned a hymn, the audience joining in at intervals. My worst fears were, apparently, being realized. In spite of the compromising ap- pearance and conduct of Bludger, it seemed beyond doubt that we were both regarded as, in some degree, divine and sacred. Resistance on my part was, it will be seen, impossible. I could not escape from the hands of my tor- mentors, and I was so wholly ignorant, at that time, of their tongue, that I knew not how to disclaim the honours thus blasphemously thrust upon me. I did my best, shouting, in English, " I am no Thargeelyah. I am no fannakos" supposing those words to be the native terms for one or other of their gods. On this the whole assemibly, even the gravest, burst out laughing, each man poking his neighbour in the ribs, and uttering what I took to be jests at my expense. Their be- haviour in this juncture, and frequently after- wards, when I attempted to make them tell A STRANGER ARRIVES. 53 mc the meaning of the unknown words, and of cathanna (another expression the chief had used), greatly perplexed me. I had afterwards too good reason to estimate their dreadful lack of the ordinary feelings of humanity at its true value. However, nothing but laughter (most unfit- ting the occasion) could be got out of the assembled natives. They now began to re- turn to their homes, and Bludger, crowned with flowers that became him but ill, was car- ried ofif, not, as it seemed to me, without even a reverential demeanour on the part of his escort. Those who surrounded mc, a kind of body-guard of six young men, had entirely recovered their composure, and behaved to me with a deference that was astonishing, but reassuring. From this time, I ought to say, though permitted to go where I would, and allowed to observe even their most secret rites, enjoying opportunities such as will never fall to another European, I was never, but once, entirely alone. ]\Iy worshippers, as they might almost be called, so humble was their demeanour, still kept watchful eyes upon me, as if I were a being so precious that they were jealous of my every movement. It was 54 THE END OF PH^.ACIA. now made plain to me, by signs, that I must wait for some little space before being con- veyed to my appointed residence. VI. A BACKSLIDER. A WARNING. We had not remained long by ourselves in the square, when the most extraordinary pro- cession which I had ever beheld began to climb into the open space from the town beneath. I do not know if I have made it sufficiently clear that the square, on the crest of the isolated hill above the sea, was occu- pied only by public buildings, such as the temple, the house of the chief, and a large edifice used as a kind of town hall, so to speak. The natives in general lived in much smaller houses, many of them little better than huts, and divided by extremely narrow and filthy streets, on the slopes, and along the shores of the bay. It was from these houses and from all the country round that the procession, with persons who fell into its ranks as they came, was now making its way. Almost all the A BACKSLIDER. A WARNING. 55 parties concerned were young, boys and girls, or very young men and women, and though their dress was much scantier and less decent than what our ideas of delicacy require, it must be admitted that the general aspect of the procession was far from unpleasing. The clothes and wraps which the men and women wore were of various gay colours, and were, in most cases, embroidered quite skilfully with representations of flowers, fruits, wild beasts, and individuals of grotesque appearance. Every one was crowned with either flowers or feathers. But, most remarkable of all, there was scarcely a person in this large gathering who did not bring or lead some wild bird or beast. The girls carried young wild doves, young rooks, or the nestlings of such small fowls as sparrows and finches. It was a pretty sight to see these poor uninstructed young women, flushed with the exertion of climbing, and meny, flocking into the square, each with her pet (as I supposed, but the tender mercies of the heathen are cmel) half hidden in the folds of her gown. Of the young men, some carried hawks, some chained eagles, some young vultures. Many were struggling, too, 56 THE END OF FILE A CIA. with wild stags and wild goats, which they compelled with the utmost difficulty to march in the ranks of the procession. A number of young persons merely bore in their hands such fruits as were in season, obviously fine specimens, of which they had reason to be proud. " Others, again, were carrying little young bears, all woolly, comfortable-looking crea- tures, while the parent bears, adult bears at any rate, were brought along, chained, in the rear. My guards, or adorers, or whatever the young men who looked after me really were, led me forward, and made signs to me that I was to bring up the rear of the procession — behind the bears, which made no attempt (as in the case of the prophet) to take the part of a Minister of the Bungle- tonian Connection. What a position for one who would fain have been opening the eyes of this darkened people to better things ! But, till I had acquired some knowledge of their language, I felt my only chance was to acquiesce in everything not positively sinful. The entrance of a menagerie and horticultural exhibition into the town — for thus I explained to myself what was going on before my eyes — A BACKSLIDER. A WARXIXG. 57 could not be severely censured by the harshest critic, and I prepared to show my affabilit\' by joining in an innocent diversion and popular entertainment. Soon I found that, after all, I was not to be absolutely last in the advance of this mis- cellaneous exhibition, nor were the intentions of the people so harmless as I had imagined. This was no affair of cottage window gardens, and a distribution of prizes. The crowd which had collected in front of the chief's house opened suddenly, and, in the throng of people, I detected a movement of excitement and alarm. Next I saw the horns of animals mixed with the heads and shoulders of the multitude, and then an extraordinary spectacle burst, at full speed, upon my gaze. Four great wild stags, plunging, rearing, and kicking, rushed by, dragging a small vehicle of unusual shape, in which stood, to my horror, the chiefs beautiful daughter, Doto. The vehicle passed me like a flash of horns in spite of the attempts of four resolute men, who clung at the stags' heads to restrain the impetuosity of these coursers. The car, I should explain — though I can hardly expect to be believed — was not unlike the 58 THE END OF PHMACIA. floor of a hansom cab, from which the seat, the roof, the driver's perch, and everything else should have been removed, except the basis, the wheels, and the splashboard, the part on which we generally find the advertisements of Messrs. Mappin and Webb. On this floor, then, Doto stood erect, holding the reins ; her yellow hair had become unbound, and was floating like a flag behind her, and her beauti- ful face, far from displaying any alarm, was flushed with pleasure and pride. She was dressed in splendid and glittering attire, over which was fastened — so strange were the manners of these islanders — the newly- stripped skin of a great black bear. Thus dragged by the wild deer, Doto passed like a flash through the midst of the men and women, her stags being maddened to fresh excitement by the sight and smell of the bears, and other wild animals. But, eager as were the brutes that dragged the precarious carriage, they were somewhat tamed by the great steepness of the ascent, up which they bounded, to the heights at the back of the town. Up this path, often narrow and ex- cessively dangerous, we all took our way, and finally, after passing through various perilous A BACKSLIDER. A WARNING. 59 defiles and skirting many cliffs, we arrived at a level space in front of an ancient temple of one of their heathen gods. It was built like the others in the settlement below, but the white stone had become brown and yellow with time and weather, and the colours, chiefly red and blue, with which the graven images, in contempt of the second commandment, were painted, had faded, and grown very dim. On the broad platform in front of this home of evil spirits had been piled a great mound of turf, sloping very gradually and smoothly, like the terrace of a well-kept lawn, to the summit, which itself was, perhaps, a hundred feet in circumference. On this was erected a kind of breastwork of trunks of trees, each tree some fifteen feet in length, and in the centre of the circular breastwork was an altar, as usual, under which blazed a fire of great fierceness. From the temple came a very aged woman, dressed in bear skins, who carried a torch. This torch she lit at the blaze under the altar, and a number of the young men, lighting their torches at hers, set fire to the outer breastwork, in which certain open spaces or entrances had been purposely 6o THE END OF PH/EACIA. left. No sooner had the trees begun to catch fire, which they did slowly, being of green wood, than the multitude outside, with the most horrible and piercing outcries, began to drive the animals which they had brought with them into the midst of the flames. The spectacle was one of the most terrible I ever beheld, even among this cruel and outlandish people, whose abominable inven- tions contrasted so strangely with the mild- ness of their demeanour where their religion was not concerned. It was pitiful to see the young birds, many of them not yet able to fly, flutter into the flames and the stifling smoke, and then fall, scorched, and twitter- ing miserably. The young lambs and other domesticated animals were forced in without much resistance, but the great difficulty was to urge the wolves, antelopes, and other wild creatures, into the blaze. The cries of the multitude, who bounded about like maniacs, armed with clubs and torches, rose madly over the strange unusual screams and howls uttered by the wild beasts in their pain and terror. Ever and anon some animal would burst through the crowd, perhaps half burned, and with its fur on fire, and would be A BACKSLIDER. A WARNING. 6r pursued to a certain distance, after which it was allowed to escape by the sacrificers. As I was watching, with all my hopes enlisted on its side, the efforts of an antelope to escape, I heard a roar which was horrible even in that babel of abominable sights and sounds. A great black bear, its pelt one sheet of flame, its whole appearance (if I may be permitted to say so) like that of a fiend from the pit, forced its way through the throng, and, bounding madly to the spot where Doto's car stood at a little distance, rose erect on its hind feet, and fixed its claws in the flank of one of the stags, the off-leader. Instantly the team of stags, escaping from the hands of the strong men who stood at their heads, plunged violently down the narrow and dangerous path which led to the city. I shouted to Doto to leap out, but she did not hear or did not understand me. With a fixed look of horror on her white face, she dropped the useless reins, and the vehicle passed out of sight round a corner of the cliff. I had but a moment in which to reflect on what might be done to rescue her. In that moment I providentially spied a double-edged 62 THE END OF PH^ACIA. axe which lay beside mc on the grass, having fallen from the hands of one of the natives. Snatching up this weapon, I rushed to the edge of the cliff, and looked down. It was almost a sheer precipice, broken only by narrow shelves and clefts, on some of which grass grew, while on others a slight mountain- ash or a young birch just managed to find foothold. Far, far beneath, hundreds of feet below, I could trace the windings of the path up which we had climbed. Instantly my plan was conceived. I would descend the cliff, risking my life, of course, but that was now of small value in this hope- lessly heathen land, and endeavour to save the benighted Doto from the destruction to which she was hastening. Her car must pass along that portion of the path which lay, like a ribbon, in the depth below me, unless, as seemed too probable, it chanced to be upset before reaching the spot. To pursue it from behind was manifestly hopeless. These thoughts flashed through my brain more rapidly than even the flight of the maddened red deer ; and scarcely less swiftly, I began scrambling down the face of the cliff. A BACKSLIDER. A WARNING. 63 It was really a series of almost hopeless leaps to which I was committed, and the axe, to which I clung, rather impeded than aided me as I let myself drop from one rocky shelf to another, catching at the boughs and roots of trees to break my fall. At last I reached the last ledge before the sheer wall of rock, which hung above the path. As I let myself down, feeling with my feet for any shelf or crack in the wall, I heard the blare of the stags, and the rattle of the wheels. Half intentionally, half against my will, I left my hold of a tree- root, and slid, bumping and scratching myself terribly, down the slippery and slatey face of the rocky wall, till I fell in a mass on the narrow road. In a moment I was on my feet, the axe I had thrown in front of me, and I grasped it instinctively as I rose. It was not too soon. The deer were almost on me. Stepping to the side of the way, where a rock gave some shelter, I dealt a blow at the nearest stag, under which he reeled and fell to the ground, his companion stumbling over him. In the mad group of rearing beasts I smote right and left at the harness, which gave way beneath my strokes, and the unhurt stags sped down the glen, and then rushed 64 THE END OF PH^ACIA. into separate corries of the hills. The car was upset, and Doto lay pale and bleeding among the hoofs of the stricken deer. I dragged her out of the danger to the side, of the path. I felt her pulse, which still fluttered. I brought her, in my hat, water from the stream ; and, finally, had the pleasure of seeing her return to life before the first of her friends came, wailing and lamenting, and tearing their hair, down the path. When they found the girl unwounded, though still weak and faint, their joy knew no bounds, though I too plainly perceived that they were returning thanks to the heathen goddess whose priestess Doto was. As for mc, they once more crowned me in the most elaborate, and, I think, unbecoming manner, with purple pandanus flowers. Then, having laid Doto on a litter, they returned in procession to the town, where the girl was taken into the chiefs house. As we parted, she held out her hand to me, but instantly withdrew it with a deep sigh. I closely watched her. She was weeping. I had noticed before that all the natives, as much as possible, avoided personal contact with me. This fact, coupled with the reverence which A BACKSLIDER. A WARMNG. 65 they displayed towards mc, confirmed my impression that they regarded mc as some- thins supernatural, not of this world, and divine. To remove this belief was most certainly m)' duty ; but how was it to be done ? Alas ! I must now admit that I yielded to a subtle temptation, and was led into conduct un- worthy of a vessel. Sad to say, as I search the records of my own heart, I am compelled to confess that my real desire was not so much to undeceive the people — for in their bewildering myriads of foolish beliefs one more or less was of small importance — -as to recommend myself to Doto. This young woman, though not a member of our Con- nection, and wholly ignorant of saving Truths, had begun to find favour in my eyes, and I hoped to lead her to the altar ; altars, for that matter, being plentiful enough in this darkened land. I should have remembered the words once spoken by a very gracious young woman, the daughter of a pious farmer. " Mother," said she, " I have made up my mind never to let loose my afi"ections upon any man as is not pious, and in good circum- stances," Doto was, for an islander, in good F 166 THE END OF PHMACIA. circumstances, but who, ah ! who, could call her pious ? I endeavoured, it is true, to convert her, but, ah! did I go to work in the right way? Did I draw, in awful colours, the certain consequences of ignorance of the Truth ? Did I endeavour to strike a salutary terror into her heathen heart ? No ; such would have been a proper course of conduct, but such was not mine ! I weakly adopted the opposite plan — that used by the Jesuits in their dealings with the Chinese and other darkened peoples. I attempted, meanly attempted (but, as may be guessed, with but limited success), to give an orthodox "Nonconformist character to the observances of Doto's religion. For example, instead of thundering, as was my duty, at her worldly diversions of promiscuous dancing, and ball play, I took a part in these secular pursuits, fondly persuading myself that my presence discouraged levity, and was a check upon un- seemly mirth. Thus, among the young native men and maidens, in the windings of the mazy dance, might have been seen disporting himself, a ■perion of stalwart form, whose attire still A BACKSLIDER. A WAR XING. 67 somewhat faintly indicated his European origin and sacred functions. A hymn-book in my hand instead of a rattle (used by the natives), I capered gaily through fhcir midst. Often and often I led the music, instructing my festive flock in English hymns, which, however, I adapted to gay and artless melodies, such as " There's some one in de house wid Dinah!" or " Old Joe kicking up behind and afore ! " This kind of entertainment was entirely new to the natives, who heartily preferred it to their own dull music, resembling what are called, I believe, " Gregorians," by a bloated and Erastian establishment. So far, then, I may perchance trust that my efforts were not altogether vain, and the seed thus sown may, in one or two cases, have fallen on ground not absolutely stony. But, alas ! I have little room for hope. I pursued my career of unblushing "eco- nomy " — as the Jesuits say, meaning, alas ! economy of plain truth speaking — and of heathen dissipation. Few were the dances in which I did not take a part, sinking so low as occasionally to oblige \\\t\\ a hornpipe. My blue ribbon had long ago worn out^ and 68 THE END OF PH.KACIA. with it my strict views on Temperance. I acquired a liking for the strange drink of the islanders — a thick wine and water, sometimes mixed with cheese and honey. In fact, I was sliding back — like the unfortunate Fanti missionary, John Creedy, M.A., whose case, as reported by precious Mr. Grant Allen, so painfully moved serious circles — I was sliding back to the level of the savagery around me. May these confessions be accepted in the same spirit as they are offered ; may it partly palliate my guilt that I had apparently no chance of escape from the island, and no hope beyond that of converting the natives and marrying Doto. I trusted to do it, not (as of old) by open and fearless denunciation, but by slowly winning hearts, in a secular and sportive capacity, before gaining souls. Even so have I seen young priests of the prelatical Establishment aim at popularity by playing cricket \\\\.\\ liberal coal-miners of sectarian persuasions. They told me they were " in the mission field," and one observed that his favourite post in the field was third man. I know not what he meant. But to return to the island. My career of soul-destroying " amusement " A BACKSLIDLH. A WARNING. 69 (ah, how hollow!) was not uninterrupted by warnings. Every now and again the mask- was raised, and I saw clearly the unspeakable horrors of heathen existence. For example, in an earlier part of this narrative, I have mentioned an old heathen called Elatreus, a good-natured, dull, absent- minded man, who reminded me of a respect- able British citizen. How awful was Ids end, how trebly awful when I reflect how nearly I — but let me not anticipate. Elatreus was the head, and eldest surviving member of a family which had a singular history, never could make out what the story was, but, hi consequence of some ancient crime, the chief of the family was never allowed to enter the town hall. The penalty, if he infringed the law, was terrible. Now it chanced one day that I was wandering down the street, my hands full of rare flowers which I had gathered for Doto, and with four young doves in my hat. It was spring, and at that season the young persons of the island ex- pected to receive such gifts from their admirers. I was also followed by eleven little fawns, which I had tamed for her, and four young whelps of the bear. At the same 70- THE END 0I< PH/EACIA. time, in the lightness of my foolish heart, I \vas singing a native song, all about one Lityerses, to the tune of " Barbara Allen." At this moment, I observed, coming out of a side street, old Elatreus. He was doddering along, his hands behind his back, and his nose in the air, followed by a small but increasing crowd of the natives, who crept stealthily behind at a considerable distance. I paused to watch what was happening. Elatreus entered the main street, and lounged along till he came opposite the town hall, on which some repairs were being made. The door stood wide open. He gazed at it, in a vacant but interested way, and went up the steps, where he stood staring in an absent- minded, vacant kind of fashion. I could see that the crowd watching him from the corner of the side street was vastly excited. Elatreus now passed his hand across his brow, seemed vastly puzzled, and yawned. Then he slowly entered the town hall. With a wild yell of savage triumph the mob rushed in after him, and in a few moments came forth again, with Elatreus bound and mana- cled. Some one sped away, and brought the old priest, who carried the sickle. He A BACKSLIDER. A WARNING. 71 appeared full of joy, and lustily intoned — for they have this Popish custom of intoning- -an unintelligible hymn. By this time Elatreus had been wreathed and crowned with flowers, and the rude multitude for this purpose seized the interesting orchids which I had gathered for my Doto. They then dragged the old man, pitifully lamenting, to the largest altar in the centre of the square. Need I say what followed .-' The scene was too awful. With a horrible expression of joy the priest laid the poor wretch on the great stone altar, and with his keen sickle — but it is too horrible ! . . . This was the penalty for a harmless act, forbidden by a senseless law, which Elatreus — a most respectable man for an idolater — had broken in mere innocent absence of mind. Alas 1 among such a people, how could I ever hope, alone and unaided, to effect any truly regenerating work ? Yet I was not wholly discouraged ; indeed, my infatuation for Doto made me overlook much profligate behaviour that I do not care to mention in a tract which may fall into the hands of the young. One other example of the native barbarity, however, I must narrate. 72 THE END OF ElEEACIA. A respected couple in the vicinity had long been childless. At length their wishes were crowned with success, and a little baby girl was born to them. But the priest, who had curious ideas of his own, insisted on consulting, as to this child, a certain witch, a woman who dwelt apart in a cave where there was a sulphurous hot-water spring, surrounded by laurel bushes, regarded as sacred by the benighted islanders. This spring, or the fumes that arose From it, was supposed to confer on the dweller in the cave the gift of prophecy. She was the servant of Apollon, and was credited with possessing a spirit of divination. The womanj after undergoing, or simulating, an epileptic attack, declared, in rhythmical language, that the babe must not be allowed to live. She averred that it would " bring destruction on Scheria," the native name for the island, which I have styled Boothland, in honour of the Salvation Army. This was enough for the priests, who did not actually slay the infant, but exposed it on the side of a mountain, where the beasts and birds were likely to have their way with it. Now it chanced that I had climbed the hill-top that day to watch for a sail, for I A BACKSLIDER. A WARNING. 73 never quite lost hope of being taken away by some British or continental vessel. My attendants, for a Avonder, were all absent at some feast — Carneia, I think they called it — of their heathen gods. The time was early summer ; it only wanted a fortnight of the date, as far as I could reckon, at which I had first been cast on the island, a year before. As I descended the hillside, pleased, I must own, by the warm bright sunlight, the colour of the sea, and the smell of the aro- matic herbs, — pleased, and half forgetful of the horrid heathenism that surrounded me, I heard a low wail as of an infant. I searched about, in surprise, and came on a beautiful baby, in rich swaddling bands, with a gold signet ring tied round its neck. Such an occurrence was not very unusual, as the natives, like most savages, were in the habit of keeping down the surplus population, by thus exposing their little ones. The history of the island was full of legends of exposed children, picked up by the charitable (there was, oddly enough, no prohibition against this), and afterwards recognized and welcomed by their families. As any Englishman would have done, I lifted the dear little thing in my arms, and, a happy 74 THE END OF PffyEACIA. thought occurring to me, carried it off as a present to Doto, who doted on babies, as all girls do. The gift proved to be the most welcome that I had ever offered, though Doto, as usual, would not accept it from my hands, but made me lay it down beside the hearth, which they regarded as a sacred place. Even if an enemy reached the hearth of his foe, he would, thenceforth, be quite safe in his house. Doto then picked up the child, warmed and caressed it, sent for milk for its entertainment, and was full of pleasure in her new pet. She was a dear good girl, Doto, In spite of her heathen training.* Strangely enough, as I thought at the time, she burst out weeping when I took my leave of her, and seemed almost as if she had some secret to Impart to me. This, at least, showed an Interest in me, and I walked to my home with high presumptuous thoughts. As I passed a certain group of rocks, in a lonely uncultivated district, while the grey of evening was falling, I heard a low whistle. * I have never been able to understand Mr. Gowles's infatuation for this stuck-up creature, who, I am sure, gave herself airs enough, as any one may see. — Mrs. Gowles, A BACKSLIDER. A WARNING. !•> The place had a bad reputation, being thought to be haunted. Perhaps I had un- consciously imbibed some of the superstitions of the natives, for I started in alarm. Then I heard an unmistakably British voice cry, in a suppressed tone, " Hi ! " The underwood rustled, and I beheld, to my astonishment, the form, the crawling and abject form, of William Bludger ! Since the day of his landing we had never once met, William having been sent off to a distant part of the island. " Hi ! " he said again, and when I exclaimed, naturally, "Hullo!" he put his finger on his lips, and beckoned to me to join him. This I did, and found that he was lurking in a cavern under the group of grey weather-worn stones. When I entered the cave, Bludger fell a-trembling so violently that he could not speak. He seemed in the utmost alarm, his face quite ashen with terror. " What is the matter, William Bludger ? " I asked ; "have you had a Call, or why do you thrust yourself on me ? " " Have yoiL sich a thing as a chaw about ye.'"' he asked in tremulous accents. "I'm 76 THE END OF PH.EACIA. that done ; never a drop has passed my lips for three days, strike mc dead ; and I'd give anything for a chaw o' tobacco. A sup of drink you have not got, Capt'n Hymn-book, axing your pardon for the liberty ? " " William," I said, " even in this benighted island, you set a pitiful example. You have been drinking, sir ; you are reaping what you have sown ; and only temperance, strict, un- deviating total abstinence rather, can restore your health." " So help mc ! " cried the wretched man, "except a drop of Pramneian * I took, the morning I cut and run, — and that was three days ago,— nothing stronger than castor-oil berries have crossed my lips. It ain't that, sir ; it ain't the drink. It's — it's the TJiar- gcelyaJi. Next week, sir, they are going to roast us — you and me — flog us first, and roast us after. Oh Lord ! Oh Lord ! " * This was the name of a native vintage. ( 77 ) VII. FLIGHT. " Flog us first, and roast us afterwards." I repeated mechanically the words of William Bludger, " \\'h\', }'ou must be mad ; the)' are more likely to fall down and worship us, — me at any rate." '•No, Capt'n," replied William ;" that's your mistake. Thc\' say we're both Cathar- viata ; that's what they call us; and you're no better than me." "And what are CatJiarinata?'' I inquired, remembering that this word, or something like it, had been constantly used by the natives in my hearing. " Well, Capt'n, it means, first and foremost, just the off-scourings of creation, the very dust and sweepings of the shop," answered Bludger, who had somehow regained his confidence. To have a fellow-suficrer, and to see the pallor which, doubtless, overspread my features, was a source of comfort to this hardened man. At the same time I confess that, if William Bludger alone had been 78 THE END OF PH.EACIA. destined to suffer, I could have contemplated the decree with Christian resignation. " I speak the beggars' patter pretty well now," Bludger went on ; " and I see CatJiar- inata means more than just mere dirt. It means two unlucky devils." "William?" I exclaimed. " It means, saving your presence, two poor coves, as has no luck, like you and me, and that can be got rid of once a year, at an entertainment they call the Tliargeelyah, I dunno why, a kind o' friendly lead. They choose fellows as either behaves ill, or has no friends to make a fuss about them, and they gives them three dozen, or more, and takes them down to the beach, and burns them alive over a slow fire. And then they toss the ashes out to sea, and think all the bad luck goes away with the tide. Oh, I never was in such a hole as this ! " Bludger's words made me shudder. I had never forgotten the hideous sacrifice, doubt- less the ThargeelyaJi, as they called it, that greeted me when I was first cast ashore on the island. To think that I had only been saved that I might figure as a victim of some of their heathen gods ! FLlGin: 79 Oh, now the thought came back to me with a bitter repentance, that if I had only converted all the islanders, they would never have dreamed of sacrificing mc in honour of a mere idol ! Why had I been so lukewarm, why had I backslidden, why had I en- deavoured to make myself agreeable by joining in promiscuous dances, when I should have been thundering against Pagan idolatry, holy water, idols, sacrifices, and the whole abominable system of life on the island ? True, I might have goaded them into slaying me ; I might have suffered as a martyr ; but, at the least, I would have deserved the martyr's crown. And now I was to perish at tlic stake, without even the precious conso- lation of being a real martyr, and was to be flogged into the bargain, I gave a hollow groan as these reflections passed through ni)- mind, and this appeared to afford William Bludger some consolation. " You don't seem to like it yourself, Capt'n ; what's your advice ? We're both in the same boat ; leastways I wish we were in a boat ; anyhow we're both in the same hole." There was no denying this, and it was high time to mature some plan of escape. Already So THE END OF PHA^.AC1A. I must have been missed by my attendants, my gaolers rather, who would have returned from their festival, and would be looking for me everywhere. I bitterly turned over in my mind the facts of our situation ; "ours," for, as a just punish- ment of my remissness, I was in the same quandary as a drunken, dissipated sailor before the mast. If William had but possessed a sweet and tuneful voice (often a gift found in the most depraved natures), and if / had been able to borrow a harmonium on wheels, I would not, even now, have despaired of converting the whole island in the course of the week. As remarkable feats have been performed, with equal alacrity, by precious Messrs. Moody and Sankey, and I am informed that ex- peditious conversions are by no means infrequent among politicians. But it was vain to think of this resource, as William had no voice, and knew no hymns, while I had no means of access to a perambulating harmonium. " I'll tell you what it is, sir," said Bludger ; " I have a notion." "Name it, William," I replied, my heart FLIGHT. 8f and manner softened by community in suffering and terror. " Well, if I were you, sir, I would not go home to-night at all ; I'd stop where you are. The beggars won't find you, let them hunt as they like ; they daren't come near this place, bless you, it's an 'Arnt ; " by which he meant that it was haunted. " Well," said I, " but how should wc be any better off to-morrow morning ? " "That's just it, sir," said Bludger. "We'll be up with the first stroke of dawn, nip down to the harbour, get on board a boat, and be off before any of them are stirring." " But, even if we manage to secure a boat," I said, " what about provisions, and where are we to sail for?" "Oh, never mind that," said Bill ; "we can't be worse off than we are, and I'll slip out to- night, and lay in some prog in the town. Also some grog, if I can lay my hands on it," he added, with an unholy smile. "No, William," I murmured; "no grog; our lives depend on our sobriety." "Always a-preaching, the old tub-thumper," I heard William say to himself ; but he made no further reference to the subject. G 82 THE END OF PHMACIA. It was now quite dark, and wc lay whisper- ing, in the damp hollow under the great stone. Our plan was to crawl away at the first blush of dawn, when men generally sleep most soundly ; that William should enter one of the unguarded houses (for these people never stole, and did not know the meaning of the word "thief"), that he should help himself to provisions, and that meanwhile I should have a boat ready to start in the harbour. This larcenous but inevitable programme we carried out, after waiting through dreadful hours of cold and shivering anxiety. Every cry of a night bird from the marsh or the wood sent my heart into my mouth. I felt inconceivably mean and remorseful, my vanity having received a dreadful shock from the discovery that, far from being a god, I was to be a kind of burnt-offering. At last the east grew faintly grey, and we started, not keeping together, but Bludger marching cautiously in my rear, at a con- siderable distance. We only met one person, a dissipated young man, who, I greatly fear, had been paying his court to a shepherdess in the hills. When he shouted a challenge, I replied, Erastes ciiiii, which means, I am sorry FLIGHT. 83 to say, " I am a lover," and implied that I, also, had been engaged in low intrigue. "Farewell, with good fortune," he replied, and went on his way, singing some catch about Amaryllis, who, I presume, was the object of his unhallowed attentions. We slipped into the silent town, unwalled and unguarded as it was, for as one of their own poets had said, "We dwell by the wash of the waves, far off from toilsome men, and with us are no folk conversant." They were a race that knew war only by a vague tradi- tion, that they had dwelt, at some former age, in an island, perhaps New Zealand, where they were subject to constant annoyance from Giants, — a likely story. Thence they had migrated to their present home, where only one white man had ever been cast away — one Odysseus, so their traditions declared — before our arrival. Him, however, they had treated hospitably, very unlike their contemplated behaviour to Bludger and me. I am obliged to make this historical digression that the reader may understand how it happened, under Providence, that we were not detected in passing through the town, and how Bludger successfully accom- 84 THE END OF PHMACIA. plishcd what, I fear, was by no means his first burglary. We parted at the chiefs house. Bill to secure provisions, and I to unmoor a boat, and bring her round to a lonely bay on the coast, where my companion was to join me. I accomplished my task without the slightest difficulty, selected a light craft, — they did not use canoes, but rowed boats like coracles, — and was lying at anchor, moored with a heavy stone, in the bay. The dawn was now breaking in the most beautiful colours — gold, purple, crimson, and green — across the sea. All nature was still, save for the first pipe of awakening birds. There was a delicate fragrance in the air, which was at once soft and keen, and, as I watched the red sunlight on the high cliffs, and on the smooth trunks of the palm trees, I felt, strange to say, a kind of reluctance to leave the island. The people, apart from their cruel and abominable religion, were the gentlest and most peaceful I have ever known. They were beautiful to look upon, so finely made and shapely that I have never seen their like. Their language was exquisitely sweet and FLIGHT. 5^5 melodious, and though, except hymns, 1 do not care for poetry, yet I must admit that some of their compositions in verse were extremely pleasing, though they were igno- rant of the art of rhyme. All about them was beautifully made, and they were ignorant of poverty. I never saw a beggar on the island ; and Christians, unhappily, do not share their goods with each other, and with the poor, so freely as did these benighted heathens. Often have I laboured to make them understand what our Pauper Question means, but they could not comprehend me, " How can a man lack home, and food, and fire ? " they would say ; " do people not love each other in your country ? " I explained that we love each other as Christians, but this did not seem to enlighten their benighted minds. On the other hand, it is true that they settle their population question by strangling or exposing the majority of their infant daughters. Rocked on the smooth green swell of the sea, beneath the white rocks, I was brooding over these and many other matters, when I heard sudden and violent movements in the deep vegetation on the hillside. The 86 THE END OF PH/EACIA. laurel groves \\ere stirred, and Bill Bludger, with a basket in his hand, bounded down the slope, and swam for dear life to the boat. " They're after me," he cried ; and at that moment an arrow quivered in the side of the boat, I helped William on board as well as I might, under a shower of arrows from the hill-top, most of ^^•hich, owing to the distance, were ill directed and fell short, or went wide. Into the boat, at last, I got him, and thrusting an oar in his direction, I said, " Pull for your life," and began rowing. To my horror, the boat made no way, but kept spinning round. A glance in the bow showed me what was the matter : William Bludger was Jiopclessly intoxicated ! He had got at the jars of wine in the chief's cellar, — thala- mos, they call it, — and had not taken the precaution of mixing the liquor with water, as the natives invariably do when they drink. The excitement of running had sent the alcoholic fumes direct to his brain, and now he lay, a useless and embarrassing cargo, in the bows. Meanwhile, the shouts of the natives rang nearer and louder, and I knew that boats would soon be launched for our SAVED! 87 capture. I thought of throwhig Bludgcr overboard, and sculHng, but determined not to stani what might be my last moments with an act of selfishness. I therefore pulled hard for the open sea, but to no avail. On every side boats crowded round me, and I should probably have been shot, or speared, but for the old priest, who, erect in the bows of the largest vessel, kept yelling that we were to be taken alive. Alas ! I well knew the secret of his cruel mercies. He meant to reserve us for the sacrifice. VIII. SAVED ! Why should I linger over the suiTerings of the miserable week that followed our capture ? Hauled back to my former home, I was again made the object of the mocking rever- ence of my captors. Ah, how often, in my reckless youth, have my serious aunts warned me that I " would be a goat at the last " ! Too true, too true ; now I was to be a scape- goat, to be driven forth, as these ignorant and S8 THE END GF PIL^EACIA. strangely perverted people believed, with the sins of the community on my head, those sins which would, according to their miserable superstition, be expiated by the death, and consumed away by the burning, of myself and William Bludger ! The week went by, as all weeks must, and at length came the solemn day which they call Thargcelyah, the day more sacred than any other to their idol, Apollon. Long before sunrise the natives were astir ; indeed, I do not think they went to bed at all, but spent the night in hideous orgies. I know that, tossing sleepless through the weary hours, I heard the voices of young men and women singing on the hillsides, and among the myrtle groves which are holy to the most disreputable of their deities, a female, named ApJirodiglity. Harps were twanging too, and I heard the refrain of one of the native songs, " To-night they love who never loved before ; to-night let him who loves love all the more." The words have unconsciously arranged themselves, even in English, as poetry ; those who know Thomas Gowles best, best know how unlikely it is that he would willingly dabble in the worldly art of SA VED ! 89 verse-fashioninjT. Think of my reflections with a painful, shameful, and, above all, undeserved death before me, while all the fragrant air was ringing with lascivious merri- ment. My impression is that, as all the sins of the year were, in their opinion, to be got rid of next day, and tossed into the sea with the ashes of Bludger and myself, the natives had made up their minds — an eligible oppor- tunity now presenting itself — to be as wicked as they hieiv how. Alas ! though I have not dwelt on this painful aspect of their character, they " knew how " only too well. The sun rose at last, and flooded the island, when I perceived that, from every side, crowds of revellers were pressing together to the place \vhere I lay in fetters. They had a wild, dissipated air, flowers were wreathed and twisted in their wet and dewy locks, which floated on the morning wind. Many of the young men were merely dressed — if " dressed " it could be called — in the skins of leopards, panthers, bears, goats, and deer, tossed over their shoulders. In their hands they all held wet, dripping branches of fragrant trees, many of them tipped with pine cones, and wreathed with tendrils of the 90 THE END OF PIJA^.ACIA. vine. Others carried switches, of which I divined the use only too clearly, and the women were ^\■aving over their heads tame ser- pents, which writhed and wriggled hideously. It was an awful spectacle ! I was dragged forth by these revellers ; many of them were intoxicated, and, in a moment — I blush even now to think of it — I was stripped naked ! Nothing was left to me but my hat and spectacles, which, for some religious reason I presume, I was, fortunately, allowed to retain. Then I was driven with blows, which hurt a great deal, into the market-place, and up to the great altar, where William Bludger, also naked, was lying more dead than ali\'c, "William," I said solemnly, "what cheer?" He did not answer me. Even in that supreme moment it was not difficult to discern that William had been looking on the wine when it was red, and had not con- fined himself to mere ocular observation. I tried to m^ake him remember he was an Englishman, that the honour of our country was in our hands, and that we should die with the courage and dignity befitting our race. These were strange consolations and SA VED ! 9t exhortations for iiic to offer in such an ex- tremity, but, now it had come to the last pass, it is curious what mere worldly thoughts hurried through my mind. My words were wasted : the natives seized William and forced him to his feet. Then, while a hymn was sung, they put chains of black and white figs round our necks, and thrust into our hands pieces of cheese, figs, and certain peculiar herbs. This formed part of what may well be called the " Ritual " of this cruel race. May Ritualists heed my words, and turn from the errors of their ways ! Tod well I knew all that now awaited us. All that I had seen and shuddered at, on the day of my landing on the island, was now practised on self and partner. ]Ve had to tread the long paved way to the distant cove at the river's mouth ; we had to endure the lashes from the switches of wild fig. The priestess, carrying the wooden idol, walked hard by us, and cried out, whenever the blows fell fewer or lighter, that the idol was waxing too heavy for her to bear. Then they re- doubled their cruelties. It was a wonderfully lovely day. In the 92 THE END OF PHMACIA. blue heaven there was not a cloud. We had reached the river's mouth, and were fast ap- proaching the stakes that had already been fixed in the sands for our execution ; nay, the piles of green wood Avere already being heaped up by the young men. There was, there could be, no hope, and, weary and wounded, I almost welcomed the prospect of death, however cruel. Suddenly the blows ceased to shower on me, and I heard a cry from the lips of the old priest, and, turning about, I saw that the eyes of all the assembled multitude were fixed on a point on the horizon. Looking automatically in the direction to- wards which they were gazing, I beheld — oh joy, oh wonder ! — I beheld a long trail of cloud floating level with the sea ! It was the smoke of a steamer ! "Too late, too late," I thought, and bitterly reflected that, had the vessel appeared but an hour earlier, the attention of my cruel captors might have been diverted to such a spectacle as they had never seen before. But it was not too late. Perched on a little hillock, and straining his gaze to the south, the old priest was SA FED ! 93 speaking loudly and excitcdl}'. The crowd deserted us, and gathered about him. I threw myself on the sand, weary, hopeless, parched with thirst, and racked with pain. Bludger was ah'eady lying in a crumpled mass at my feet. I think he had fainted. I retained consciousness, but that was all. The fierceness of the sun beat upon me, the sky and sea and shore swam before mc in a mist. Presently I heard the voice of the priest, raised in the cadences which he favoured when he was reading texts out of their sacred books, if books they could be called. I looked at him with a faint curiosity, and perceived that he held in his hands the wooden casket, adorned with strangely carved bands of gold and ivory, which I had seen on the night of my arrival on the island. From this he had selected the old grey scraps of metal, scratched, as I was well aware, with what they conceived to be ancient prophecies. I was now sufficiently acquainted with the lansfuafre to understand the verses which he was chanting, and which I had already heard, without comprehending them. They ran thus in English : 94 THE END OF FJLKACIA. "But when a man, having a chimney pot on his head, and four eyes, appears in Scheria, and when a ship without sails also comes, sail- ing without wind, and breathing smoke, then shall destruction fall on the island." He had not ended when it was plain, even to those ignorant people, that the prophecy was about to be fulfilled. From the long, narrow, black line of the steamer, which had approached us with astonishing speed, "sail- ing without wind, and breathing smoke," there burst six flashes of fire, followed by a peal like thunder, and six tall fountains, as the natives fancied, of sea-water rose and fell in the bay, where the shells had lighted. It was plain that the commander of the vessel, finding himself in unknown seas, and hard by an unvisited country, was determined to strike terror and command respect by this salute. The noise of the broadside had scarcely died away, when the natives fled, disappeared like magic, leaving many of their garments behind them. They were making for their town, which was concealed from the view of the rapidly ncaring steamer. From her mast I could SA VED ! 95 now see, flaunting the slight breeze, the dear old Union Jack, and the banner of the Salva- tion Navy ! * My resolution was taken in a moment. Bludgcr had now recovered consciousness, and was picking up heart. I thrust into his hands one of the branches with which we had been flogged, fastened to it a cloak of one of the natives, bade him keep waving it from a rocky promontor)-, and, rushing down to the sea, I leaped in, and swam with all my strength towards the vessel. Weak as I was, my new hopes gave me strength, and pre- sently, from the crest of a wave, I saw that the people of the steamer were lowering a boat, and rowing towards me. In a few minutes they had reached me, my countrymen's hands were in mine. They dragged me on board ; they pulled back to their vessel ; and I stood, entirely undressed, on the deck of a British ship ! So long had I lived among people heedless of modesty that I was rushing, with open arms, * Mr. Gowles was an ardent Liberal, but at the time when he wrote, the Union Jacl< had not been denounced by liis great leader. We have no doubt that, at a word from Mr. Gladstone, he would have >ung, Home Rule, Ilibcniia ! — Ed. Wandering Sheep. 96 THE END OF PHJEACIA. towards the officer on the quarter-deck, who was dressed as a bishop, when I heard a scream of horror. I turned round in time to see the bishop's wife fleeing precipitately to the cabin, and driving her children and gover- ness in front of her. Then all the horror of the situation flooded my heart and brain, and I fell fainting on the quarter-deck. When I recovered my consciousness, I found myself plainly but comfortably dressed in the ordinary costume, except the hat, which lay beside me, of a dean in the Church of England. My wounds had been carefully attended to, William Bludger had been taken on board, and I was surrounded by the kind faces of my benefactors, including the bishop's consort. My apologies for my somewhat sudden and unceremonious intrusion were cut short by the arrival of tea and a slight colla- tion suitable for an invalid. In an hour I was walking the quarter-deck with the bishop in command of the William Wilberforce, armed steam yacht, of North Shields, fitted out for the purposes of the Salvation Navy. From the worthy prelate in command of the William Wilberforce, I learned much concern- SA VED ! 97 ing his own past career and the nature of liis enterprise, as I directed the navigation of the vessel through the shoals and reefs which lay about the harbour of the island. The bishop (a purely brevet title) would refresh his memory, now and then, from a penny biography of himself M'ith which he was provided, and the following, in brief, is a record of his life and adventures : — Thomas Sloggins (that was his name), from his earliest infancy, had been possessed with a passion for doing good to others, a pas- sion, alas ! but too rarely reciprocated. I pass over many affecting details of his adventures as a ministering child : how he endeavoured to win his father from tobacco by breaking his favourite pipes ; how he strove to Avean his elder brother from cruel field-sports, by stuffing the joints of his fishing-rod with gravel ; with many other touching incidents. Being almost entirely uneducated, young Sloggins, when he reached man's estate, con- ceived that he would most benefit his fellow- creatures by combining the professions of the pulpit and the press — by preaching on Sun- days and at odd times, while he acted as outdoor reporter to The Rou'dy Puritaii on II 98 THE END OF PFTMACIA. every lawful day. Being a man of great earnestness and enterprise, he soon rose in the ranks of the Salvation Navy ; and at one time commanded an evangelical barge on the benighted canals of our country. Finally, he made England almost too hot to hold him, by the original forms of his benevolence, while, at the same time, he acquired the utmost esteem and confidence of many wealthy philanthropists and excellent, if impulsive, ladies. These good people provided him with that well-equipped and armed steam yacht, the William Wilberforce, which he manned with a crew of converted characters (they certainly looked as if they must have needed a great deal of converting), and he had now for months been cruising in the South Pacific. A local cyclone had driven the William Wil- berforce out of her reckoning, and hence the appearance of that vessel in the very nick of time to achieve my rescue. When the bishop had finished his story, I briefly recapitulated to him my own adven- tures, and we agreed that the conversion of the island must be our earliest task. To begin with, we steered into the harbour, where a vast multitude of the natives were SAVED! 99 assembled in arms, and awaited our approach with a threatening demeanour. Our landing was opposed, but a few well-directed volleys from a Gardiner gun (which did not jam) caused the hostile force to disperse, and we landed in great state. Marching on the chief's house, we were received with an abject submission that I had scarcely expected. The people were absolutely cowed, more by the fulfilment of the prophecy, I think, than even by tlie execution done by our Gardiner machine gun. At the bishop's request, I delivered a harangue in the native tongue, declaring that we only required the British flag to be hoisted on the palace, and the immediate disendowment of the heathen church as in those parts established. I was listened to in uneasy silence ; but my demand for lodgings in the palace was acceded to ; and, in a few hours, the bishop, with his wife and children, were sumptuously housed under the roof of the chief The ladies of the chief's family showed great curiosity in watching and endeavouring to converse with our friends. I was amused to see how soon the light-hearted islanders appeared to forget their troubles and apprehensions. Doto, in ICO THE END OF PH.EACIA. particular, became quite devoted to the prelate's elder daughter (the youngest of the bishop's family was suffering from measles), and would never be out of her company. Thus all seemed to fare merrily; presents were brought to us — flowers, fruit, the feathers of rare birds, and ornaments of native gold were literally showered upon the ladies of the party. The chief promised to call a meeting of his counsellors on the morrow, and all seemed going on well, when, alas ! measles broke out in the palace. The infant whom I had presented to Doto — the infant whom I had found on the mountain side — was the first sufferer. Then Doto caught the disease herself, then her mother, then the chief. In vain we attempted to nurse and tend them ; in vain we expended the contents of the ship's medicine chest on the invalids. The malady having, as it were, an entirely new field to work upon, raged like the most awful pestilence. Through all ranks of the people it spread like wild-fire ; many died, none could be induced to take the most ordinary precautions. The natives became, as it were, mad under the torments of fever and the burning heat of the unaccustomed malady ; SAVED! loi they rushed about, quite unclad, for the sake of the deceptive coolness, and hundreds of them cast themselves into the sea and into the ri\er. It Avas my sad lot to see my dear Doto die — the first of the sufferers in the palace to succumb to the disease. Meanwhile, the bishop and myself being entirely absorbed in attendance on the sick, the crew of the Williani Wilber force, I deeply regret to say, escaped from all restraint, and forgot what was due to themselves and their profession. They revelled with the most abandoned of the natives, and disease and drink ravaged the once peaceful island. Every sign of government and order vanished. The old priest built a huge pile of firewood, and laying himself there with the images of the gods, set fire to the whole, and perished with his own false religion. After this event, the island ceased to be a safe residence for ourselves. Among the mountains, as I learned, where the pestilence had not yet penetrated, the shepherds and the wilder tribes were gathering in arms. One night we stole on board the William Wilberforce, leaving the city desolate, filled 102 THE E.VD OF PILEACIA. with the smoke of funeral pyres, and the waiHng of men and women. There was a dreadful sultry stillness in the air, and all day long wild beasts had been dashing madly into the sea, and the sky had been obscured by flights of birds. On all the crests of the circle of surrounding hills we saw, in the growing darkness, the beacons and camp fires of the insurgents from the interior. Just before the dawn the William Wilberforce was attacked by the whole mass of the natives in boats and rafts. But we had not been unprepared for this movement, nor were the resources of science unequal to the occasion. We had surrounded the William Wilberforce with a belt, or cordon, of torpedoes, and as each of the assaulting boats touched the boom, a terrible explosion shook the water into fountains of foam, and the waves were strewn with scalded, wounded, and mutilated men. Meanwhile, we bombarded the city and the harbour, and the night passed amid the most awful sounds and sights — fire, smoke, yells of anger and pain, cries of the native leaders encouraging their men, and shouts from our own people, who had to repel the boarders when the boom SA VED ! 103 was at last forced, with pikes and cutlasses. Just before the dawn a strange thing happened. A great glowing coal, as it seemed, fell with a hissing crash on the deck of the Williain Wilbei'force, and others dropped, with a strange sound and a dreadful odour of burn- ing, in the water all around us. Had the natives discovered some mode of retaliating on our use of firearms ? I looked in the direction of their burninnf city, and beheld, on the sharp peak of the highest mountain (now visible in the grey morning light), an object like a gigantic pine- tree of fire. The blazing trunk rose, slim and straight, from the mountain crest, and, at a vast height, developed a wilderness of burning branches. Fearful hollow sounds came from the hill, its sides were seamed with racing cataracts of living lava, of coursing and leap- ing flames, which rolled down with incredible swiftness and speed towards the doomed city. Then the waters of the harbour were smitten and shaken, and the Willimii Wilberforce rocked and heaved as in the most appalling storm, though all the winds were silent, while a mighty wave swept far inland towards the streams of fire. There was no room for 104 THE END OF PHMACIA. doubt ; a volcanic eruption was occurring, and a submarine earthquake, as not un- commonly happens, had also taken place. Our only hope was in immediate flight. Presently steam was got up, and we steamed away into the light of the glowing east, leaving behind us only a burning island, and a fire like an ugly dawn flaring in the western sky. When we returned in the evening, Booth- land — as I may now indeed call it, for Scheria has ceased to be — was one black smoking cinder. Hardly a tree or a recognizable rock remained to show that this had once been a peaceful home of men. The oracle, or prophecy of the old priest, had been horribly, though, of course, quite accidentally, fulfilled. * * « * * Little remains to be told. On my return home, I chanced to visit the British Museum, and there, much to my surprise, observed an old piece of stone, chipped with the characters, or letters, in use among the natives of Scheria. " Why," said I, reading the words aloud, " these are the characters which the natives employed on my island." SAVED! 1 05 " These ? " said the worthy official who accompanied me. " Why, these are the most archaic Greek letters which have yet been discovered : inscriptions from beneath the lava beds of Santorin." " I can't help that," I said, " The Polynesians used them too ; and you see I can read them easily, though I don't know Greek." I then told him the whole story of my connection with the island, and of the unfortunate results of the contact between these poor people and our superior modern civilization. I have rarely seen a man more affected by any recital than was the head of the classical department of the Museum by my artless narrative. When I described the sacrifice I saw on landing in the island, he exclaimed, " Great Heavens ! the Attic Thargelia." He grew more and more excited as I went on, and producing a Greek book, " Pausanias," he showed me that the sacrifice of wild beasts was practised sixteen hundred years ago in honour of Artemis Elaphria. The killing of old Elatreus for entering the town hall reminded him of a custom in Achaea Pthiotis. When I had finished my tale, he io6 TFIE END OF PH^ACIA. burst out into violent and libellous language. "You have destroyed," he said, "with your miserable modern measles and Gardiner guns, the last remaining city of the ancient Greeks. The winds cast you on the shore of Phceacia, the island sung by Homer ; and, in your brutal ignorance, you never knew it. You have ruined a happy, harmless, and peaceful people, and deprived archaeology of an opportunity that can never, never return ! " I do not know about archaeology, but as for " harmless and peaceful people," I leave it to my readers to say whether the islanders were anything of the sort. I learn that the Government has just refused to give the Museum a grant of five thousand pounds to be employed in what are called "Excavations in Ancient Phseacia," diggings, that is, in Boothland. With so many darkened people still ignorant of our enlightened civilization, I think the grant would be a shameful waste of public money.* * l-'rom Wandering Sheep. SA VED ! 107 We publish the original text of the prophecy repeatedly alluded to by Mr. Gowle.s. The learned say that no equivalent occurs for the line about his "four eyes," and it is insinuated, in a literary journal of eminence, that Mr. Gowles pilfered the notion from Good's g\-a.ss eye, in a secular romance, called King Solomon's Mines, which Mr. Gowles, we are sure, ne\"er heard of in his life. — Ed. THE PROPHECY. AAA OTt KaiTV0^6\0V Tir t\lOV TTtfH KfrnUTOQ avXbv Km V)]V(; irvpi-mfiTTTOq arip TTTepvywv avt/noKtwv 'l^erai thj \\.wii]v \ipaov Sm XaiTf^ia Ba\aacn]c, Of) TOTt TTOvXvftoTi.ipav tTTt yOova \oifioc; iKavn C,VV ci 7£ TO) TTToXi/XOC, TOTi. 0>) BtOl iK\ft\pOVaiV e^ icpavojv, tiit oXhtcu alurwdivTa kut aKpi]<;. IN THE WRONG PARADISE. IN THE WRONG I'ARADISE. AN OCCIDEX'PAL APOLOGUE. In the drawing-room, or, as it is more correctly called, the " dormitory," of my club, I had been reading a volume named " Sur I'Huma- nite Posthunie," by M. D'Assicr, a French follower of Comte. The mixture of posi- tivism and ghost-stories highly diverted me. Moved by the sagacity and pertinence of M. D'Assier's arguments for a limited and for- tuitous immortalit)', I fell into such an uncon- trollable fit of laughter as caused, I could see, first annoyance and then anxiety in those members of my club whom my ex- plosion of mirth had awakened. As I still chuckled and screamed, it appeared to me that the noise I made gradually grew fainter and more distant, seeming to resound in some vast empty space, even more funereal and 112 IN THE WRONG PARADISE. melancholy than the dormitory of my club, the " Tepidarium." It has happened to most people to laugh themselves awake out of a dream, and every one who has done so must remember the ghastly, hollow, and maniacal sound of his own mirth. It rings horribly in a quiet room where there has been, as the Veddahs of Ceylon say is the case in the world at large, "nothing to laugh at." Dean Swift once came to himself, after a dream, laughing thus hideously at the following conceit : " I told Apronia to be very careful especially about the legs." Well, the explosions of my laughter crackled in a yet more weird and lunatic fashion about my own ears as I slowly became aware that I had died of an excessive sense of the ludicrous, and that the space in which I was so inappropriately giggling was, indeed, the fore-court of the House of Hades. As I grew more absolutely convinced of this truth, and began dimly to discern a strange world visible in a sallow light, like that of the London streets when a black fog hangs just over the houses, my hysterical chuckling gradually died away. Amusement at the poor follies of mortals was succeeded by an awful and anxious curiosity as to the state of AN OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 113 immortality and the life after death. Already it was certain that " the Manes are somewhat," and that annihilation is the dream of people sceptical through lack of imagination. The scene around me now resolved itself into a high grey upland country, bleak and wild, like the waste pastoral places of Liddesdale. As I stood expectant, I observed a figure coming towards me at some distance. The figure bore in its hand a gun, and, as I am short-sighted, I at first conceived that he was the gamekeeper. "This affair," I tried to say to myself, " is only a dream after all ; I shall wake and forget my nightmare." But still the man drew nearer, and I began to perceive my error. Gamekeepers do not usually paint their faces red and green, neither do they wear scalp-locks, a tuft of eagle's feathers, moccasins, and buffalo-hide cloaks, embroidered with representations of war and the chase. This was the accoutre- ment of the stranger who now approached me, and whose copper-coloured complexion indicated that he was a member of the Red Indian, or, as the late Mr. Morgan called it, the " Ganowanian " race. The stranger's attire was old and clouted ; the barrel of his I 114 ^^"^ THE WRONG PARADISE. flint-lock musket was rusted, and the stock was actually overgrown with small funguses. It was a peculiarity of this man that every- thing he carried was more or less broken and outworn. The barrel of his piece was riven, his tomahawk was a mere shard of rusted steel, on many of his accoutrements the vapour of fire had passed. He approached me with a stately bearing, and, after saluting me in the fashion of his people, gave me to know that he welcomed me to the land of spirits, and that he was deputed to carry me to the paradise of the Ojibbeways. " But, sir," I cried in painful confusion, "there is here some great mistake. I am no Ojibbeway, but an Agnostic ; the after-life of spirits is only (as one of our great teachers says) ' an hypothesis based on contradictory proba- bilities ; ' and I really must decline to accom- pany you to a place of which the existence is uncertain, and which, if it does anywhere exist, would be uncongenial in the extreme to a person of my habits." To this remonstrance my Ojibbeway Virgil answered, in effect, that in the enormous passenger traffic between the earth and the next worlds mistakes must and frequently do AN OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 115 occur. Quisque siios patiniur manes, as the Roman says, is the rule, but there are many exceptions. Many a man finds himself in the paradise of a religion not his own, and suffers from the consequences. This was, in brief, the explanation of my guide, who could only console me by observing that if I felt ill at ease in the Ojibbcway paradise, I might, per- haps, be more fortunate in that of some other creed. " As for your Agnostics," said he, "their main occupation in their own next world is to read the poetry of George Eliot and the philosophical works of Mr. J, S. Mill." On hearing this, I was much consoled for having missed the entrance to my proper sphere, and I prepared to follow my guide with cheerful alacrity, into the paradise of the Ojibbeways. Our track lay, at first, along the " Path of Souls," and the still, grey air was only dis- turbed by a faint rustling and twittering of spirits on the march. We seemed to have journeyed but a short time, when a red light shone on the left hand of the way. As we drew nearer, this light appeared to proceed from a prodigious strawberry, a perfect moun- tain of a strawberry. Its cool and shining fl6 IN THE WRONG PARADISE. sides seemed very attractive to a thirsty Soul. A red man, dressed strangely in tlic feathers of a raven, stood hard by, and loudly invited all passers-by to partake of this refreshment. I was about to excavate a portion of the monstrous strawberry (being partial to that fruit), when my guide held my hand and whispered in a low voice that they who accepted the invitation of the man that guarded the strawberry were lost. He added that, into whatever paradise I might stray, I must beware of tasting any of the food of the departed. All who yield to the tempta- tion must inevitably remain where they have put the food of the dead to their lips. "You," said my guide, with a slight sneer, "seem rather particular about your future home, and you must be especially careful to make no error." Thus admonished, I followed my suide to the river which runs between our world and the paradise of the Ojibbeways. A large stump of a tree lies half across the stream, the other half must be crossed by the agility of the wayfarer. Little children do but badly here, and "an Ojibbeway woman," said my guide, " can never be consoled when her child dies before it is fairly expert in AN OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 117 jumping. Such young children they cannot expect to meet again in paradise." I made no reply, but was reminded of some good and unhappy women I had known on earth, who were inconsolable because their babes had died before being sprinkled with water by a priest. These babes they, like the Ojibbewa}' matrons, "could not expect to meet again in paradise." To a grown-up spirit the jump across the mystic river presented no difficult)', and I found myself instantly among the wigwams of the Ojibbe- way heaven. It was a remarkably large village, and as far as the eye could see huts and tents were erected along the river. The sound of magic songs and of drums filled all the air, and in the fields the spirits were playing lacrosse. All the people of the village had deserted their homes and were enjoying themselves at the game. Outside one hut, however, a perplexed and forlorn phantom was sitting, and to my surprise I saw that he was dressed in European clothes. As we drew nearer I observed that he wore the black garb and white neck-tie of a minister in some religious denomination, and on coming to still closer quarters I recognized an old Ii8 IN THE WRONG PARADISE. acquaintance, the Rev. Peter McSnadden, Now Peter had been a"jined member "of that mysterious " U. P. Kirk" which, according to the author of "Lothair," was founded by the Jesuits for the greater confusion of Scotch theology. Peter, I knew, had been active as a missionary among the Red Men in Canada; but I had neither heard of his death nor could conceive how his shade had found its way into a paradise so inappropriate as that in which I encountered him. Though never very fond of Peter, my heart warmed to him, as the heart sometimes does to an acquaint- ance unexpectedly met in a strange land. Coming cautiously behind him, I slapped Peter on the shoulder, whereon he leaped up with a wild unearthly yell, his countenance displaying lively tokens of terror. When he recognized me he first murmured, " I thought it was these murdering Apaches again ; " and it was long before I could soothe him, or get him to explain his fears, and the circumstance of his appearance in so strange a final home. ' Sir," said Peter, "it's just some terrible mistake. For twenty years was I preaching to these poor painted bodies anent heaven and hell, and trying to win them from their AA' OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 119 fearsome notions about a place where they would play at the ba' on the Sabbath, and the like shameful heathen diversions. Many a time did I round it to them about a far, far other place — " Where congregations ne'er break up, And sermons never end ! " And now, lo and behold, here I am in their heathenish Gehenna, where the Sabbath-day is just clean neglected ; indeed, I have lost count myself, and do not know one day from the other. Oh, man, it's just rideec'lous. A body — I mean a soul — docs not know where to turn." Here Peter, whose accent I can- not attempt to reproduce (he was a Paisley man), burst into honest tears. Though I could not but agree with Peter that his situation was "just rideec'lous," I consoled him as well as I might, saying that a man should make the best of every position, and that "where there was life there was hope," a sentiment of which I instantly perceived the futility in this particular instance. "Ye do not know the worst," the Rev. Mr. McSnadden went on. " I am here to make them sport, like Samson among the Philistines. Their paradise would be no paradise to them if they I20 JN THE WRONG PARADISE. had not a pale-face, as they say, to scalp and tomahawk. And I am that pale-face. Before you can say 'scalping-knife' these awful Apaches may be on me, taking my scalp and other leeberties with my person. It grows again, my scalp does, immediately ; but that's only that they may take it some other day." The full horror of Mr. McSnadden's situation now dawned upon me, but at the same time I could not but perceive that, without the presence of some pale-face to torture — Peter or another — paradise would, indeed, be no paradise to a Red Indian. In the same way TertulHan (or some other early Father) has remarked that the pleasures of the blessed will be much enhanced by what they observe of the torments of the wicked. As I was reflecting thus two wild yells burst upon my hearing. One came from a band of Apache spirits who had stolen into the Ojibbeway village ; the other scream was uttered by my unfortunate friend. I confess that I fled with what speed I might, nor did I pause till the groans of the miserable Peter faded in the distance. He was, indeed, a man in the wrong paradise. In my anxiety to avoid sharing the fate of AN OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 12 1 Peter at the hands of the Apaches, I had run out of sight and sound of the Ojibbcway village. When I paused I found myself alone, on a wide sandy tract, at the extremity of which was an endless thicket of dark poplar-trees, a grove dear to Persephone. Here and there in the dank sand, half buried by the fallen generations of yellow poplar- leaves, were pits dug, a cubit every way, and there were many ruinous altars of ancient stones. On some were engraved figures of a divine pair, a king and queen seated on a throne, while men and women approached them with cakes in their hands or with the sacrifice of a cock. While I was admiring these strange sights, I beheld as it were a .moving light among the deeps of the poplar thicket, and presently saw coming towards me a young man clad in white raiment and of a radiant aspect. In his hand he bore a golden wand whereon were wings of gold. The first down of manhood was on his lip ; he was in that season of life when youth is most gracious. Then I knew him to be no other than Hermes of the golden rod, the guide of the souls of men outworn. He took my hand with a word of welcome, and 122 IN THE WRONG PARADISE. led mc through the gloom of the poplar trees. Like Thomas the Rhymer, on his way to Fairyland — •' We saw neither sun nor moon, But we heard the roaring of the sea." This eternal " swowing of a flode " was the sound made by the circling stream of Oceanus, as he turns on his bed, washing the base of the White Rock, and the sands of the region of dreams. So we fleeted onwards till we came to marvellous lofty gates of black adamant, that rose before us like the steep side of a hill. On the left side of the gates we beheld a fountain flowing from beneath the roots of a white cypress-tree, and to this fountain my guide forbade me to draw near. " There is another yonder," he said, pointing to the right hand, " a stream of still water that issues from the Lake of Memory, and there are guards who keep that stream from the lips of the profane. Go to them and speak thus : 'J am the child of earth and of the starry sky, yet heavenly is my lineage, and this yourselves know right well. But I am perishing with thirst, so give me speedily of that still water which floweth forth of the AN OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 123 mere of Memory.' And they will t^ive thee to drink of that spring divine, and then shalt thou dwell with the heroes and the blessed." So I did as he said, and went before the guardians of the water. Now they were veiled, and their voices, when they answered me, seemed to come from far away, " Thou comest to the pure, from the pure," they said, " and thou art a suppliant of holy Persephone. Happy and most blessed art thou, advance to the reward of the crown desirable, and be no longer mortal, but divine." Then a darkness fell upon me, and lifted again like mist on the hills, and we found ourselves in the most beautiful place that can be con- ceived, a meadow of that short grass which grows on some shores beside the sea. There were large spaces of fine and solid turf, but, where the little streams flowed from the delicate-tinted distant mountains, there were narrow valleys full of all the flowers of a southern spring. Here grew narcissus and hyacinths, violets and creeping th}MTic, and crocus and the crimson rose, as they blossomed on the day when the milk-white bull carried off Europa. Beyond the level land beside the sea, between these coasts and the far-off 124 /A' THE WRONG PARADISE. hills, was a steep lonely rock, on which were set the shining temples of the Grecian faith. The blue seas that begirt the coasts were narrow, and ran like rivers between many islands not less fair than the country to which we were come, while other isles, each with its crest of clear-cut hills, lay westward, far away, and receding into the place of the sunset. Then I recognized the Fortunate Islands spoken of by Pindar, and the paradise of the Greeks. " Round these the ocean breezes blow and golden flowers are glowing, some from the land on trees of splendour, and some the water feedeth, with wreaths whereof they entwine their hands."* And, as Pindar says again, "for them shineth below the strength of the sun, while in our world it is night, and the space of crimson-flowered meadows before their city is full of the shade of frankincense-trees and of fruits of gold. And some in horses and in bodily feats, and some in dice, and some in harp-playing have delight, and among them thriveth all fair flowering bliss ; and fragrance ever streameth through the lovely land as they mingle incense of every kind upon the altars of the * From Mr. E, Myers's " Pindar." AN OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 125 gods." In this beautiful country I took great delight, now watching the young men leaping and running (and they were marvellously good over a short distance of ground), now sitting in a chariot whereto were harnessed steeds swifter than the wind, like those that, Homer says, "the gods gave, glorious gifts, to Peleus." And the people, young and old, received me kindly, welcoming me in their Greek speech, which was like the sound of music. And because I had ever been a lover of them and of their tongue, my ears were opened to understand them, though they spoke not Greek as we read it. Now when I had beheld many of the marvels of the Fortunate Islands, and had sat at meat with those kind hosts (though I only made semblance to eat of what they placed before me), and had seen the face of Rhadamanthus of the golden hair, who is the lord of that country, my friends told me that there was come among them one of my own nation who seemed most sad and sorrowful, and they could make him no mirth. Then they carried me to a house in a grove, and all around it a fair garden, and a well in the midst. Now stooping over the well, that he 126 IiV THE WRONG PARADISE, might have sight of his own face, was a most wretched man. He was pale and very meagre ; he had black rings under his eyes, and his hair was long, limp, and greasy, fall- ing over his shoulders. He was clad some- what after the manner of the old Greeks, but his raiment was wofully ill-made and ill-girt upon him, nor did he ever seem at his ease. As soon as I beheld his sallow face I knew him for one I had seen and mocked at in the world of the living. "He was a certain Figgins, and he had been honestly apprenticed to a photographer ; but, being a weak and vain young fellow, he had picked up modern notions about art, the nude, plasticity, and the like, in the photo- grapher's workroom, whereby he became a weariness to the photographer and to them that sat unto him. Being dismissed from his honest employment, this chitterling must needs become a model to some painters that were near as ignorant as himself. They talked to him about the Greeks, about the antique, about Paganism, about the Renais- sance, till they made him as much the child of folly as themselves. And they painted him as Antinous, as Eros, as Sleep, and I AN OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 127 know not what, but whatever name they called him he was always the same lank- haired, dowdy, effeminate, pasty-faced photo- grapher's young man. Then he must needs take to writing poems all about Greece, and the free ways of the old Greeks, and Lais, and Phryne, and therein he made " Aeolus " rhyme to " control us." For of Greek this fellow knew not a word, and any Greek that met him had called him a ico'AAov//, and bidden him begone to the crows for a cursed fellow, and one that made false quantities in every Greek name he uttered. But his little poems were much liked by young men of his own sort, and by some of the young women. Now death had come to Figgins, and here he was in the Fortunate Islands, the very paradise of those Greeks about whom he had always been prating while he was alive. And yet he was not happy. A little lyre lay beside him in the grass, and now and again he twanged on it dolorously, and he tried to w^eave himself garlands from the flowers that grew around him ; but he knew not the art, and ever and anon he felt for his button-hole, wherein to stick a lily or the like. But he had no button-hole. Then he would look at 128 I.V THE WRONG PARADISE. himself in the well, and yawn and wish himself back in his friends' studios in London. I almost pitied the wretch, and, going up to him, I asked him how he did. He said he had never been more wretched. " Why," I asked, " was your mouth not always full of the ' Greek spirit,' and did you not mock the Christians and their religion "i And, as to their heaven, did you not say that it was a tedious place, full of pious old ladies and Philistines ? And are you not got to the paradise of the Greeks ? What, then, ails you with your lot 1 " " Sir," said he, " to be plain with you, I do not understand a word these fellows about me say, and I feel as I did the first time I went to Paris, before I knew enough French to read the Master's poems.* Again, every one here is mirthful and gay, and there is no man with a divinely passionate potentiality of pain. When I first came here they were always asking me to run with them or jump against them, and one fellow insisted I should box with him, and hurt me very much. My potentiality of pain is considerable. Or they would have me drive with them in these dangerous open * Poor Figgins always called ]M. Baudelaire " ihc Master." A.V OCCIDENTAL AfOLOGUE. 129 chariots, — mc, that never rode in a hansom cab without feeling nervous. And after dinner they sing songs of which I do not catch the meaning of one syllable, and the music is like nothing I ever heard in my life. And they are all abominably active and healthy. And such of their poets as I admired — in Bohn's cribs, of course — the poets of the Anthology, are not here at all, and the poets who are here are tremendous proud toffs" (here Figgins relapsed into his natural style as it was before he became a Neopagan poet), "and won't sa\' a word to a cove. And I'm sick of the Greeks, and the Fortunate Islands are a blooming fraud, and oh, for paradise, give mc Pentonville." With these words, perhaps the only unaffected expression of genuine sentiment poor Figgins had ever uttered, he relapsed into a gloomy silence. I advised him to cultivate the society of the authors whose selected works are in the Greek Delectus, and to try to make friends with Xenophon, whose Greek is about as easy as that of any ancient. But I fear that Figgins, like the Rev. Peter McSnadden, is really sufifering a kind of punishment in the disguise of a reward, and all through K I30 IN THE WRONG PARADISE. having accidentally found his way into what he foolishly thought would be the right paradise for him. Now I might have stayed long in the Fortunate Islands, yet, beautiful as they were, I ever felt like Odysseus in the island of fair Circe. The country was lovely and the land desirable, but the Christian souls were not there without whom heaven itself were no para- dise to me. And it chanced that as we sat at the feast a maiden came to me with a pome- granate on a plate of silver, and said, " Sir, thou hast now been here for the course of a •whole moon, yet hast neither eaten nor drunk of what is set before thee. Now it is com- manded that thou must taste if it were but a seed of this pomegranate, or depart from among us." Then, making such excuses as I might, I was constrained to refuse to eat, for no soul can leave a paradise wherein it has tasted food. And as I spoke the walls of the fair hall wherein we sat, which were painted with the effigies of them that fell at Ther- mopylae and in Arcadion, wavered and grew dim, and darkness came upon me. The first of my senses which returned to me was that of smell, and I seemed almost AN OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 131 drowned in the spicy perfumes of Araby. Then my eyes became aware of a green soft fluttering, as of the leaves of a great forest, but quickly I perceived that the fluttering was caused by the green scarfs of a countless multitude of women. They were " fine women " in the popular sense of the term, and were of the school of beauty admired by the Faithful of Islam, and known to Mr. Bailey, in "Martin Chuzzlewit," as "crumby." These fond attendant nymphs carried me into gardens twain, in each two gushing springs, in each fruit, and palms, and pome- granates. There were the blessed reclining, precisely as the Prophet has declared, " on beds the linings whereof are brocade, and the fruit of the two gardens within reach to cull." There also were the " maids of modest glances," previously indifferent to the wooing " of man or ginn." " Bright and large-eyed maids kept in their tents, reclining on green cushions and beautiful carpets. About the golden couches went eternal youths with goblets and ewers, and a cup of flowing wine. No headache shall they feel therefrom," says the compassionate Prophet, " nor shall their wits be dimmed." And all that land is misty 132 AV THE WRONG PARADISE.. and fragrant with the perfume of the softest Latakia, and the gardens are musical with the bubbhng of countless narghiles ; and I must say that to the Christian soul which enters that paradise the whole place has, certainly, a rather curious air, as of a highly transcendental Cremorne. There could be no doubt, however, that the Faithful were enjoying themselves amazingly — "right lucky fellows," as we read in the new translation of the Koran. Yet even here all was not peace and pleasantness, for I heard my name called by a small voice, in a tone of patient subdued querulousness. Looking hastily round, I with some difficulty recog- nized, in a green turban and silk gown to match, my old college tutor and professor of Arabic. Poor old Jones had been the best and the most shy of university men. As there was never any undergraduate in his time (it is different now) who wished to learn Arabic, his place had been a sinecure, and he had chiefly devoted his leisure to " drawing " pupils who were too late for college chapel. The sight of a lady of his acquaintance in the streets had at all times been alarming enough to drive him into a shop or up a lane, and he AN OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 133 had not survived the creation of the first batch of married fellows. How he had got into this thoroughly wrong paradise was a mystery which he made no attempt to explain. " A nice place this, eh?" he said to me. "Nice gardens ; remind me of Magdalene a good deal. It seems, however, to be decidedly rather gay just now; don't }-ou think so .^ Commemoration week, perhaps. A great many young ladies up, certainly ; a good deal of cup drunk in the gardens too. I always did prefer to go down in Commemoration week, myself ; never was a dancing man. There is a great deal of dancing here, but the young ladies dance alone, rather like what is called the ballet, I believe, at the opera. I must say the young persons are a little forward ; a little embarrassing it is to be alone here, especially as I have forgotten a good deal of my Arabic. Don't you think, my dear fellow, you and I could manage to give them the slip ? Run away from them, eh ? " He uttered a timid little chuckle, and at that moment an innumerable host of houris began a ballet (Taction illustrative of a series of events in the career of the Prophet. It was obvious that my poor uncomplaining old friend was really 134 ^y THE WRONG PARADIS£. very miserable. The "thornless loto trees" Avcre all thorny to him, and the " tal'h trees with piles of fruit, the outspread shade, and water outpoured " could not comfort him in his really ver^' natural shyness. A happy thought occurred to me. In early and credu- lous youth I had studied the works of Corne- lius Agrippa and Petrus de Abano. Their lessons, which had not hitherto been of much practical service, recurred to my mind. Stooping down, I drew a circle round myself and my old friend in the fragrant white blossoms which were strewn so thick that they quite hid the grass. This circle I fortified by the usual signs employed, as Benvenuto Cellini tells us, in the conjuration of evil spirits. I then proceeded to utter one of the common forms of exorcism. Instantly the myriad houris assumed the forms of irritated demons ; the smoke from the uncounted narghiles burned thick and black ; the cries of the frust rated ^/;/;/i", who were no better than they should be, rang wildly in our ears ; the palm- trees shook beneath a mighty wind ; the distant summits of the minarets rocked and wavered, and, with a tremendous crash, the paradise of the Faithful disappeared. yl.V OCCIDENTAL APOLOGUE. 135 As I rang the bell, and requested the club- waiter to carry away the smoking fragments of the moderator-lamp which I had accident- ally knocked over in awaking from my night- mare, I reflected on the vanity of men and the unsubstantial character of the future homes that their fancy has fashioned. The ideal heavens of modern poets and novelists, and of ancient priests, come no nearer than the drugged dreams of the angekok and the biraark of Greenland and Queensland to that rest and peace whereof it has not entered into the mind of man to conceive. To the wrong man each of our pictured heavens would be a hell, and even to the appro- priate devotee each would become a tedious purgatory. A CHEAP NIGGER. A CHEAP NIGGER. I. " Have you seen the Clayville Dime f' Moore chucked me a very shabby little sheet of printed matter. It fluttered feebly in the warm air, and finally dropped on my re- cumbent frame. I was lolling in a hammock in the shade of the verandah. I did not feel much inclined for study, but I picked up the Clayville Dime and lazily glanced at that periodical, while Moore re- lapsed into the pages of Ixtlilxochitl. He was a literary character for a planter, had been educated at Oxford (where I made his acquaintance), and had inherited from his father, with a large collection of Indian and Mexican curiosities, a taste for the ancient history of the New \Vorld. Sometimes I glanced at the newspaper ; 140 A CHEAP NIGGER. sometimes I looked out at the pleasant Southern garden, where the fountain flashed and fell among weeping willows, and laurels, orange-trees, and myrtles. " Hullo ! " I cried suddenly, disturbing Moore's Aztec researches, " here is a queer affair in the usually quiet town of Clayville. Listen to this ; " and I read aloud the follow- ing "par," as I believe paragraphs are styled in newspaper offices : — ''^ Instinct and Accident. — As Colonel Ran- dolph was driving through our town yesterday and was passing Captain Jones's sample- room, where the colonel lately shot Moses Widlake in the street, the horses took alarm and started violently downhill. The colonel kept his seat till rounding the corner by the Clayville Bank, when his wheels came into collision with that edifice, and our gallant townsman was violently shot out. He is now lying in a very precarious condition. This may relieve Tom Widlake of the duty of shooting the colonel in revenge for his father. It is commonly believed that Colonel Ran- dolph's horses were maddened by the smell of the blood which has dried up where old Widlake was shot. Much sympathy is felt A CHEAP NIGGER. J41 for the colonel. Neither of the horses was injured.' " " Clayville appears to be a lively kind of place," I said. " Do you often have shootin