Another native had in the meantime rushed down the hill to the sandal-wood station half a mile off on the beach, and the trader, arming his natives, came up too late to do more than prevent the murderers from carrying off the bodies or destroying the house.  The husband and wife were buried in the same grave; the natives fenced it round; and now, on June 7, eighteen days after, Bishop Patteson read the Burial Service over it, with many solemn and anxious thoughts respecting the population, now reduced to 2,500, and in a very wild condition.

At Mai the Bishop spent two hours the next day, and brought away one old scholar and one new one.

At Tariko, where he had been three years before with the Primate, the Episcopal hat brought the greeting ‘Bishop,’ as the people no doubt thought the wearer identical.  Of Ambrym there is a characteristic sentence:  ’As we left the little rock pool where I had jumped ashore, leaving, for prudence sake, the rest behind me in the boat, one man raised his bow and drew it, then unbent it, then bent it again, but apparently others were dissuading him from letting fly the arrow.  The boat was not ten yards off, I don’t know why he did so; but we must try to effect more frequent landings.’

On June 12 Mota was reached, and the next morning the Mission party landed, warmly welcomed by the inhabitants.  The house was found safely standing and nearly weather-proof.

’June 13th.—­This morning I put up the framework for another small house, where I shall put Wadrokala, his child-wife, and many of our boxes.  We had to carry up the timber first from the beach, and it was rather hot work, as also the carpentering, as I chose a place for the house where no falling bread-fruit or branches of trees would hurt it, and the sun was so hot that it almost burnt my hand when I took up a handful of nails that had been lying for ten minutes in the sun.  So our picnic life begins again, and that favourably.  I feel the enjoyment of the glorious view and climate, and my dear lads, Tagalana and Parenga, from Bauro, are with me, the rest in Port Patteson, &c., coming over in the vessel to-morrow, which I shall then discharge.  I see that the people are very friendly; they all speak of your bread-fruit tree, your property.  The house had not been entered, a keg of nails inside it not touched.

’Tagalana’s father is dead.  His first words to me were, “Oh that the Word of God had come in old times to Mota, I should not then cry so much about him.  Yes, it is true, I know, I must be thankful it is come now, and I must remember that, and try to help others who may die too before they believe it.”

’"Yes, I am quite your child now!  Yes, one Father for us all in Heaven.  You my father here!  Yes, I stop always with you, unless you send me away.  They ask me with whom I shall live now; I say with the Bishop.”