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JOE, THE HERD BOY.
and the south-west wind carried a message TT was Saturday evening, the close of a of peace, along with the fragrance which I lovely summer day, after a week of it gently wafted from the newly mown hay. rather hard work at the Hill Farm. How was it that Joe, generally so merry Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday had and light-hearted, did not seem happy, and been very wet; and many had been the resisted all honest Keeper's attempts at consultations and wonderings among the anything like fun? Had you asked the farm hands' as to the prospects for hay farm boy I dont know if he could have making. Matters were looking serious,' told you; but I have a notion of what was Mr Smith said; and certainly the weather wrong. Something very like sadness, glass in the hall agreed with him, for it mingled with just a shade of discontent, appeared as if all the sense it had would be had taken possession of him all day. Joe's shaken out of it, so constant was the little brother was lying at home sick, and thumping and knocking to see if it would with but few comforts to cheer him up. not change its mind.
I wonder,' the herd boy had sometimes On Thursday morning, however, there been saying to himself, how that little was a decided rise in the mercury, as well Freddie' (farmer Smith's grandson), «spoilt as in the spirits of all concerned. The little thing! should be so pampered and weather-glass had great pleasure, no doubt, petted, and our poor little Johnnie be so in giving a better report; and before twelve poorly off. There have I been giving o'clock all seemed promising. You may young master rides on the donkey all be sure the very most was made of the round the house; what would poor Johnnie three fine days at the end of the week. || have given for just one short half-hour of • All hands to work' was the order that it! and Freddie does not care a straw. I seemed to pass round; and toil was feel as if it was not fair.' lighter when all were willing to share it. Just as Joe was talking in this style to
Joe, the boy of all work as he might be himself, the evening breeze carried to his called, had helped as he could. Herding' ears a sound of fife and drum, showing the cows was his special business; but that a procession was passing through the extra tasks--sometimes light, sometimes village a mile off. Joe had heard the heavy-were laid upon him at a time like music occasionally all afternoon; and now this; for, somehow, every worker thought I knew that, with flags and banners, the Joe was at his beck and call, and the good pleasure seekers were on their way home. tempered boy was glad when the labourers' Jack Brown is sure to be there,' said Joe; bell rung on Saturday evening.
it is strange that I so seldom have a chance Supper time at last!' said Joe, as he of a holiday; it is “ Joe here” and “Joe first undid his little bundle of bread, and there” continually; I never get my own then took his pitcher of milk in his hand.
way.' His dog, Keeper,' sat beside him, looking Now, with thoughts like these in his with rather a wistful glance as bread and head you cannot wonder that Joe did not milk rather rapidly disappeared. But Joe care for the quiet beauty that was all around was not quite so ready as usual to share him, nor feel inclined to pay any attention either thoughts or supper, with his faithful to poor Keeper, his trusty friend. All at four-footed companion.
once something seemed to whisper in his All was peaceful around; the lengthening ear, I have learned in whatsoever state I shadows on the grass spoke of rest and am, therewith to be content.' refreshing; the crimson and gold of the Who said that?' Joe asked himself, western sky gave good promise for the | feeling as if his very thoughts were morrow; the cows, if not able to admire answercd. And so they were. God was the landscape, seemed perfectly satisfied speaking to him, by bringing to his rememwith themselves and their surroundings; | brance last Sabbath evening's lesson, when GLIMPSES OF THE NEW HEBRIDES.
the earnest teacher had taught his boys learn to be content; and show by his about Paul, the great apostle, having learnt hearty, willing work, that humble as he this lesson long, long ago. And then,' was, he served a Greater than the master said Joe, looking around him, and yet of the Hill Farm, even the Lord Christ.' recalling as well as he could what he had been told last Sabbath, how much easier it should be for me to learn contentment than it was for Paul. He learned it in
GLIMPSES OF THE NEW HEBRIDES. prison, as our teacher told us; sometimes
TANNA OR IPARE. in hunger and thirst, and in weary days of THE island of Tanna or Ipare lies toil too, when he worked at a trade during between Aneityum and Eromanga. the day to be able to go out in the evenings It is about thirty miles long and from nine and teach. He was content and cheerful, to twelve broad; and its population is tossing on the stormy sea, and in his toil supposed to be seven or eight thousand. some journeys as he travelled from city to Near Port Resolution, there is a volcano city. What a noble man he must have which has been constantly active ever since been! and yet he had to learn contentment the island was discovered by Captain Cook, too. Oh, I remember now! Our teacher in 1774. This volcano is a great lighthouse said that Paul had a grand pattern before to the neighbouring islands. Every three him; that we could copy as well if we or four minutes it bursts forth with greater only would. Jesus “took upon Him the brilliancy, like a revolving light. There form of a servant, and pleased not Himself.” are boiling sulphur springs around the If He did not get what was pleasant and volcano, and the water is so hot that the agreeable, we cannot expect to have every natives often boil their yams in it. The thing smooth either. After all, Keeper,' soil is very fertile, and the scenery lovely ; added he (for Joe was now willing to but the people are very degraded and honour his dog with his meditations, as he superstitious. They have distinguished usually did), 'you and I have not much to themselves by persecuting missionaries and complain of; we have a pretty good time expelling them from their shores. of it here like the rest of them; we are Three Samoan teachers were stationed both fed and cared for, whether it is wet on this island by Williams, in 1839, only or dry; and, as mother told me, perhaps two days before he was killed. One of I am just as well away from the procession. these died, and the other two had to return There would be some rough fellows there; to Samoa, with Messrs Nisbet and Turner, and Jack Brown would be none the better in January, 1843. Though only seven of it.'
months on the island these missionaries had As Joe thus spoke half to himself, half acquired the language, had opened schools to Keeper, he turned his eyes to the glowing for the young, and had succeeded in gaining west, where the sun had just dipped below the affections of some of the people. But the horizon. Is it really true, thought the superstitions of the savages were too he, 'that the Lord Jesus had that same strong for them. Believing the missionaries sun to shine on Him when He worked here to be the cause of disease which was below and taught the country people about prevailing on the island, they declared war the lost sheep, and the tares in the field, on them and on all who befriended them. the seed by the wayside, and all these To prevent bloodshed the missionaries and every day things? I feel as if it were a their wives prepared to leave the island, grand thing to work too; though it is and set out in an open boat but were driven pretty hard sometimes.'
back by the storm. Providentially a vessel I am sure Joe felt, if he did not utter, al called and took all the mission party on prayer, as he cheerily walked home that I board. Dr. Turner thus describes their quiet evening,-a prayer that he might | parting with the natives.
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'Before leaving the beach, I got hold of our vessel to come again, that we would love Kuanuan, and told him we were going. He them still, and pray for them, and do everywas greatly distressed; poor old man. He thing we could to resume the mission at some leaned on my arm and shoulder and cried like a future time; if they had done with their wars child. I begged him to assemble the chiefs, tell and wished to learn the way to heaven. them all about it, and then all go on board the Kuanuan promised to count the days, and keep vessel and see us before we sailed. Eleven of up religious services as well as he could, every the chiefs soon came off to the vessel. They Sabbath, and also on the Wednesday brought a pig as a peace-offering, and told us afternoons.' how grieved they were at what had happened. We told them that it was very grievous to us
When Dr. Turner visited Tanna, in 1845, ton—that it was our wish to live among them
| he found that Kuanuan had kept his till our hairs were gray, to tell them about ! promise. He had counted the days and had
Jesus and to lead them and their children in the kept up the remembrance of the Sabbath, way to heaven, but that now we were driven and had taken care of the mission house. from their shores. Not one said stay. Indeed
Three Raratongan and four Samoan they could not. They said that they expected to be driven out to sea as soon as the vessel left.
teachers were then placed on the island. Fangota said he thought of fleeing to Niua In 1846, the mission premises were burned (Aniwa), and begged us to go there. We and one of the teachers murdered. Some reminded him that our teachers there, too, of the natives wished to fight with the were opposed by the disease-makers, and that we had little hope of being able to settle any
| chief who burned the mission house, but
| Kuanuan forbade them. where, for the present, nearer than Samoa,
Never mind,' We promised, however, that they might expect said he, although the house is gone, we