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Life of John Coleridge Patteson : Missionary Bishop of the Melanesian Islands by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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war and evil habits, to build chapels, to pray? Remember that. Trust
the teachers who have taught you the Word of God."

'This was the kind of thing I said. Then off we set--two miles of
loose sand at a rattling pace, as I wanted to shake off some 200
people who were crowding about me. Then turning to the west, climbed
some coral rocks very quickly, and found myself with only half my own
attendants, and no strangers. Sat down, drank a cocoa-nut, and
waited a long time for John, who can't walk well, and then quietly
went on the remaining eight or nine miles to Zebedee's place, a
Samoan teacher. They were very attentive, and gave me some supper.
They had a bed, which was, of course, given up to me in spite of
opposition. They regard a missionary as something superhuman almost.
Sometimes I can't make them eat and drink with me; they think it
would be presumptuous. Large meeting of people in the afternoon, and
again the following morning, to whom I said much what I had already
said at We. Then fifteen miles over to Apollo's place on the west
coast, a grand bay, with perfectly calm water, delicious in the
winter months. Comfortable quarters; Apollo a cleverish, free-spoken
fellow.

'I went, on the same afternoon, two miles of very bad road to visit
the French priest, who is living here. More talk and of a very
friendly nature. He has been eighteen months at San Cristoval, but
knows not the language; at Woodlark Island, New Caledonia, &c. We
talked in French and English. He knows English fairly, but preferred
to talk French. This day's work was nineteen miles.

Slept at Apollo's. Next morning went a little way in canoes and
walked six miles to Toma's place; meeting held, speech as usual,
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