e on to the platform, caught me by the arm and
shouted, _Maino_! (peace), saying that they, the chiefs, knew nothing of
the attack. The murderers lived at the other end of the village; and
thither, accompanied by a large party, I went. They gave me a pig, and I
gave them a return present. The real murderer of Mr. Thorngren sat near
me, dressed for the occasion, and four others who were in the canoe stood
near the platform. The mother and two widows were in the house opposite,
but with good sense refrained from wailing. I spoke to them of the
meanness and treachery of attacking as they attacked Dr. James and Mr.
Thorngren. They say there were ten in the canoe--one was shot, three
have since died, and six remain. They also say they feel they have done
wrong, as they not only made the foreigners their enemies, but also all
the tribes around were angry with them. "What now, then?" "Oh, _maino_
(peace) it must be; we are friends, and so are all foreigners now." "I
am not a trader, but have come to teach about the only one true God and
His love to us all in the gift of His Son Jesus Christ, to proclaim peace
between man and man, and tribe and tribe." What seemed to astonish them
most was my being alone and unarmed. After some time, our old friend
came from the other end of the village and hurried us away. It was time
to leave them, so, giving a few parting presents, we picked up our goods
and away to the boat.

CHAPTER V. EAST CAPE IN 1878 AND IN 1882

Original state of the natives--War and cannibalism--How the mission work
has been carried on--A Sunday at East Cape in 1882--Twenty-one converts
baptized--A blight prospect.

In 1878, missionary work was begun at East Capes, and four years after
the establishment of that mission, on a review of the past, what
evidences of progress were to be seen! There were signs of light
breaking in upon the long dark night of heathenism. Looking at the
condition of this people when the missionaries and teachers first landed,
what did they find? A people sunk in crime that to them has become a
custom and religion--a people in whom murder is the finest art, and who
from their earliest years study it. Disease, sickness, and death have
all to be accounted for. They know nothing of malaria, filth, or
contagion. Hence they hold that an enemy causes these things, and
friends have to see that due punishment is made. The large night firefly
helps to point in the directi