STORY OF THE MORNING STARS, ®1)E OTjUSrm’a iHissmuary Vessels. BY Rev. HIRAM BINGHAM, Jr. MISSIONARY TO MICRONESIA. WITH SEQUELS AND A SUPPLEMENTARY NOTE BOSTON : PUBLISHED BY TIIE AMERICAN BOARD. CONGREGATIONAL BOUSE, BOSTON. 1907. £66 B5!s PREFACE. The first edition of the “Story of the Morning Star ”, prepared by Rev. Hiram Bingham, Jr., was issued in 1866, and more than 50,000 copies were scattered all over the land. The “Story” has been of permanent interest, and after the first Star was sold, and other vessels took her place, it was deemed best to reissue Mr. Bingham’s account with Sequels, bringing the record down year by year. Now that an entire change has been made in the matter of missionary vessels, there is still call for the “ Story”, and the pamphlet with its Sequels is again reissued, together with this Supplementary Note. The history of the work since 1885, apart from the record of the vessels, has not been attempted here, but those who desire that history will find it in the volume issued by the Board, prepared by Mrs. Theodora C. Bliss, entitled, “Micronesia: Fifty Years in the Island World ”. Rooms of the American Board. Boston, January, 1907, * da /% /Yoyes TO THOSE WHO BUILT THE FIRST MORNING STAR, AND TO THOSE WHO WISH TO BUILD ANOTHER My dear young Friends, — You have all heard of the mis- sionary vessel that was sent to the Pacific Ocean in 1856 ; not a few of you took stock in her. Perhaps you have read about her in the “ Missionary Herald,” the “Journal of Missions,” the “ Youth's Day- spring,” the “ Friend,” or in a book written by Mrs. Warren. Well, the little craft has been sold. She was almost worn out ; and it was thought better to build a new vessel than to repair the old one. As I was the first missionary that went to sea in her, and have known her ever since, the Secretaries of the American Board a few weeks ago requested me to write a short story about her, in order that you may see how much good she has done, and so be all the more glad to aid in building another Morning Star to take her place. From the shortness of the time allowed me, to say nothing of ni) imperfect health, I should have been unequal to the task, had I not received much assistance from others. A great deal of this I have had from one who has known the Morning Star as long as 1 have, and has been my companion in nearly all my voyagings in her; and I take pleasure also in saying that kind friends at the Missionary House haye, by their valued suggestions and criticisms, and in other ways, added not a little to the interest which this “ Story of the Morning Star ” may be thought to possess. Such as it is I offer it to you. And my prayer is that it may lead you to pity the heathen more deeply than ever. May I not hope that you will think more of that love, so great, so free, which has made it possible for them, as well as for you and me, to see the Lord Jesus in his Heavenly kingdom 1 II B., Jr Missionary House , May 19^, 1866. EXPLANATORY NOTE. Those who desire to pronounce the native words found in the fol- lowing pages as they are pronounced in the Pacific, will please to remember that a is e is i is o is u is ai is au is n is generally like a in father. “ “ a in late. “ « i in ravine. “ “ o in note. “ “ oo in pool. “ “ i in fine. “ “ ow in now. u u n g in sing. As the names of certain islands will occur very frequently, I will add that, Ponape is to be pronounced Kusaie “ Ebon “ Apaiang “ Tarawa “ nearly as if written IV-nah-pa.* “ Koo-sy'-a.* “ A-bone. “ Ap-py-ahng. “ Tar'-rah-wah, Please to notice the marks which show where the accent is to be placed. * The final a in these two words; as also A in A-bone, has the souod of a In late. CONTENTS, CHAPTER 1. . Page THE LANDS THE MORNING STAR WAS TO VISIT 7 CHAPTER II. THE PEOPLE SHE WAS TO VISIT 11 CHAPTER III. WHAT HAD BEEN DONE BEFORE HER VISIT 14 CHAPTER I Y. WHY SHE WAS NEEDED 20 CHAPTER V. HER VOYAGE AROUND CAPE HORN 22 CHAPTER VI. SHE VISITS THE MARQUESAS ISLANDS 25 CHAPTER VII. SHE SETS OUT FOR MICRONESIA 28 CHAPTER VIII. HER VISIT TO KUSAIE 33 CHAPTER IX. HER VISIT TO PONAPE 35 CHAPTER X. HER VISIT TO APAIANG 39 CHAPTER XI. HER VISIT TO EBON 42 CHAPTER XII. WAITING FOR THE MORNING STAR 45 vi CONTENTS, CHAPTER XIII. HER YEARLY VISITS CHAPTER XIY. SOME THINGS SHE BROUGHT, AND HOW WE USED THEM CHAPTER XY. MICRONESIANS WHO SAILED IN HER CHAPTER XYI. HER LAST VISIT TO THE MARQUESAS ISLANDS CHAPTER XVII. HER LAST VISIT TO MICRONESIA CPIAPTER XVIII. CONCLUSION FIRST SEQUEL TO THE STORY SECOND SEQUEL TO THE STORY Page . 52 . 55 C4 67 69 75 91 ILLUSTRATIONS. THE MORNING STAR THE EVENING STAR THE MORNING STAR OFF EBON .... MAP OF EASTERN MICRONESIA GILBERT ISLAND MANEABA WELCOME OF THE MORNING STAR . . . A MARSHALL ISLANDER MISSION STATION AT APAIANG GILBERT ISLAND WARRIORS SUNDAY MORNING ON APAIANG .... MR. SNOW’S DEPARTURE FROM KUSAIE PRINCESS OPATINIA Front cover . Back cover . Title-page 9 17 29 31 ... 41 .... 47 . . .51 .... 63 .... 82 NATIVE PONAPE MISSIONARIES AT THE MORTLOCK ISLANDS . . 85 THE FOURTH MORNING STAR MAP OF THE LAGOON OF RUK ia7 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR, CHAPTER I THE LANDS SHE WAS TO VISIT. When Balboa, in 1513, first looked upon the mighty Pacific from a mountain-top on the Isthmus of Panama, and called it the South Sea, how little did he know of the thousands of islands which studded its placid bosom, stretching ten thousand miles towards the setting sun ! No Captain Cook, or Marshall, or Gilbert, or any one else, had described them, or even seen them. Now, however, enough could be told about them to fill many large books. On one of them I was born; and as you speak of America as your native land, so I sometimes speak of the Pacific as my birthplace and childhood - home. There too was the field of my labors as a missionary, and there the Morning Star has been going about on her errands of love. The Pacific is so large that people who make geog- raphies have divided it into several portions. One they call Polynesia, which means “ many islands ; ” and another they call Micronesia, which means “ little islands.” In both divisions we find some high islands ; but many are mere coral reefs. The Ladrone and some of the Caroline Islands are high ; but the Gilbert and Marshall Islands are all low. One of the missionaries has beautifully described this island world, by saying, 8 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. “ The whole is studded with ocean gems, as if the mirror of the starry sky above it.” Come with me, while I take you to those parts of the Pacific which your little vessel has visited. We will start from New York, in a steamer, for Aspinwall on the Isthmus of Panama. This we can reach in eight days; and there we will take the cars across the Isthmus, passing not far from the mountain where Bal- boa first saw the Pacific. By steamer we shall reach San Francisco in thirteen days. Thence we will go in a sailing vessel toward the southwest. With a good wind, we shall have sailed more than twenty-five hundred miles in ten or twelve days, and shall have reached the high, volcanic island of Hawaii. Now let us imagine that from the top of Mauna Kea, (nearly three miles high,) which I once tried to reach, but did not, we are looking off far toward the south. If the world was flat, and we had eyes sharp enough, we should see the Marquesas Islands, about two thousand miles distant, — high, rugged, volcanic. Look- ing off toward the southwest, we should see the Mi- cronesian Islands, the nearest of which are more than two thousand miles away, and the farthest more than four thousand. Let us dwell upon this beautiful sight. Some of these islands, you see, are clustered together in groups; while some may be called “ lone isles of the sea.” Some of them are volcanic ; and by this we mean that they have been made by the lava which is thrown up by volcanoes in the sen. These are generally covered with forests ; and on them you would find, if you could go there, lovely valleys, babbling brooks, birds of bright plumage and sweet song. You would also find trees that yield figs, limes, oranges, bread-fruit, bananas, and guavas. Pine-apples, melons, yams, and sweet pota- toes, you would expect to see, of course, in great abun- dance. MAP OF EASTERN MTCRONESIA 10 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. The larger part of the islands of Micronesia are low coral islands ; and they have all been built up by animals. These little creatures began their work, if such it may be called, on the side of some island, high, low, or sub- merged, not more than one hundred and twenty feet below the surface of the sea. And when the founda- tion upon which they were building, sunk slowly down into the deep water, (for all these islands are believed to have sunk,) the patient workers kept right on, striv- ing to reach the surface, till at last they gained the victory. The dry land, if any, had disappeared ; the fruit of their labor alone remained ! What a monument to the industry and skill of these wonderful architects ! Everywhere in Micronesia, therefore, you will find coral islands, most of them with a great lake or lagoon in the centre, so that you might call them “ hollow islands.” These central lakes are generally connected with the ocean by one or more ship-channels. In the largest of these all the navies of the world might anchor with perfect safety. The rims of land which surround the lagoons are very narrow ; so that you might run across them in three or four minutes. The soil is poor, and often very barren. There are no springs, no running Btreams, no hills ; and there are but few land-birds and few flowers. Cattle, sheep, and goats can live there but a short time ; but, strange to say, multitudes of human beings have their homes there. Alas, in what darkness 1 “The immense Pacific smiles, Round ten thousand little isles, Haunts of violence and wiles.” STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. II CHAPTER H. THE PEOPLE SHE WAS TO VISIT. I have told you of the regions to which the Morning btar was bound. It is time to speak of the people to whom she was going ; for men are worth a great deal more than the lands in which they live. You have all heard about the Sandwich Islanders, or Hawaiians, — how they cast away their idols, and how they became a Christian nation in less than thirty years after the first missionaries (of whom my father was one) went among them. The Marquesas Islanders are much like the Hawaiians in looks and language ; and before the latter received the Gospel their religion was much the same. In one respect, however, they were very different. Few of the latter were ever cannibals, while the former were universally so. Dr. Gulick places the Marquesans among the “ more sprightly and intelligent of the Polynesian tribes.” “ Their free democracy from earliest days, fostered by their se- questered valleys,” he says, “ has been the great outer obstacle to the Gospel ; but it has given them an inde- pendence, and a certain firmness of character, which renders them less impressible to foreign motives and in- fluences, and has given a subsoil to cultivate, from which we may hope for growths of some permanence. We see this in those who have been converted. The mien and conversation of several of them is that of men convinced, and ready to stand by their convictions, even in the face of the scoffer from foreign lands.” The people of the different groups of Micronesia have 12 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR, some things in common ; but in other things they differ greatly. They are much alike in color ; they are some- what alike in looks, in religion, in manners, and customs. The Gilbert and Marshall Islanders are of the usual size ; the Strong’s Islanders (Kusaieans) are rather smaller. Mr. Damon says that the Marshall Islanders are “ unmistak- ably of Japanese extraction,” and the Gilbert Islanders “ most strikingly like the Hawaiians.” If you would paint one of the Micronesians, you must give him a dark skin, — here copper, there olive ; you must make his hair straight and black ; you must make his eyes black also ; and you must be sure not to forget the “ tattoo ” marks on his body/of which he is so very proud. The people of one group cannot understand the language of another ; but the missionaries find that many words are common to all the groups. It sometimes happens that the men living on these islands are drifted away in their canoes to a great distance ; but they soon learn to converse in any new tongue which they have occasion to use. You know, of course, that before the missionaries visited them they had no books ; neither could they read or write, so dark were their minds ; but, alas, their hearts were darker still ! The unconverted Micronesians are all liars. The fathers lie, the mothers lb, and the children lie. Indeed, they seem just as ready to deceive as to speak the truth. They are much disposed to steal, moreover. They steal from one another, from the ships which visit them, and fre- quently from missionaries who live among them. In their way they are very covetous. They know very little about nice houses, railroads, bank-stocks, fine horses, and fine clothes ; but they are greedy of fishhooks, tobacco, plane- irons, large knives, scented oils, and beads. They often treat their women with great cruelty, beating them, stab- bing them, making slaves of them. The little children, for the most part, have much kindness shown to them; but I am sorry to say that they do not honor their fathers STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. Iff and their mothers. And I will add that very little respect is paid to old people. They generally treat strangers kindly, offering food and drink to those who call on them. None of the Micronesians are cannibals ; but they are very passionate and revengeful. Hence they are much given to fighting and killing one another. A great many murders are committed every year. The Micronesians can hardly be called idolaters ; that is, they do not bow “ down to wood and stone ; ” but they are heathen nevertheless, and they worship false gods. J think we might call them “ spiritualists.” They believe there are a great many spirits which have to do with them. They set up stones in honor of them, (see one of these stones in the extreme left of the picture opposite page 16 ,) and often make offerings of -food to them; for they are much afraid of them. Some persons profess to hold in- tercourse with these spirits. In the Gilbert Islands the priests decide that a spirit is present, not by his knocking, as some people in America do, but by his whistling . They have many superstitions which it would take a whole book to describe ; but I have said enough to give you some idea of the tribes which the Morning Star was to visit. I have said enough to show you that the Micronesians were poor heathen, needing the Bible to tell them that Jesus had died to save them as well as us. You see that such people could not be happy in heaven. The blood that cleanseth from all sin, must be sprinkled upon them before they can be admitted to that holy place. 14 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. CHAPTER HI. WHAT HAD BEEN DONE BEFORE HER VISIT. I have told you what kind of people the Micronesiam were ; and I have shown you how much they needed the Bible. Now let us see what Christians had done to give them the Gospel before the children sent the Morning Star to them. Of what had been done for the Marque- sas I will speak in another place. When the Hawaiians became a Christian people, not a few of them were willing to carry the Gospel to others who were ignorant of it, as they themselves had been ; and the missionaries were glad to have them do this, in order that the churches to which they belonged might take a more active part in the salvation of the world, and receive a better training for all good works at home. They could not well go to China, or India, or Japan ; for those countries were far off, and their languages were hard to learn. The islands of which we have been speak- ing were very small, it is true ; but they were much nearer, and the people were more like themselves, in manners, and habits, and ways of living. To these, there- fore, it was decided that some of them should be sent, and with them a few Americans, to cheer and counsel them, to translate the Scriptures, and to prepare books. For this purpose three men, Mr. Snow, Dr. Gulick, Mr. Sturges, and their wives, sailed from the United States for Micronesia, the two former in 1851, and the latter early in 1852. They went first to the Sandwich Islands. While they were there, two Hawaiians, Kaai- kaula and Opunui, with their wives, Debora and Doreka, were selected to accompany them to Micronesia. STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 15 But how should they get to their field of labor ? There were no ships going back and forth between the Sand- wich Islands and any of the groups of Micronesia. It seemed best, therefore, to buy a small schooner, which might take them there, and carry supplies to them after- wards. Her name was the Caroline ; and in July, 1852, these five men and their wives set sail for their future home. Air. Clark, one of the older missionaries at the Sandwich Islands, and Kekela, pastor of a church on Oahu, went to help them in getting a foothold, after which they were to return again. That you may know more about this Kekela, I will say that he was educated (as I was in part) by the kindness of a Boston merchant, once an officer of the brig Thad- deus , which took the first missionaries to the Sandwich Islands. He has been for many years, and is now, a missionary to the Marquesas Islands. Just before he sailed in the Caroline , he made a public address, which will give you some idea of the man. “I am a native of these islands,” he said. “ My parents were idolaters, and I was born in times of darkness. A short time ago all our people were heathen; they worshipped a great variety of gods ; they were engaged in war ; they were addicted to stealing and robbery. Man and wife did not live together and eat together, as now ; they took no care of their children. . . . But a great light has arisen over us. . . . The Bible has driven away our darkness, overturned our heathenish customs, and caused a great improvement in our condition. Because the Word of God has been given us in our own language, we have learned to read ; and all the people have learned to read it, old and young. It has been scattered all over the land, and taught all the people to do right. Therefore the people live peaceably ; parents take some care of their children ; the Sabbath is observed ; the laws are regarded, and all dwell securely. . . . What, then, is more rea- sonable than that we Hawaiians should extend to other 16 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. nations in this ocean the blessings of the Gospel ? Those tribes are now what we were a short time ago, — degraded, wretched idolaters. Shall we not have pity on them, as the people of God in the United States have had pity on us ? ” The Caroline touched first at Butaritari, or Pitt’s Island, in the Gilbert group. On going ashore, the missionaries visited the maneaba , (large council-house.) Learning that there were just such buildings on other islands, they coul<\ not help remarking to each other, — “ Here are houses for public Christian worship already erected, waiting for those who shall proclaim the word of life.” Not that the peo- ple had any such thought ; but God’s ways are not as our ways. How well they were adapted to such a use, you will learn from the picture on the opposite page. You have before you an immense roof, resting upon large coral stones, some three feet from the ground, neatly thatched with the pandanus leaf. But though there were a great many people on this island, as also on othe^ islands of this group, the mis- sionaries were not ready to leave any of their number there. And so they passed on, some six hundred miles, to Strong’s Island, or, as the natives call it, Kusaie, a per- fect “ gem of the sea,” of which I shall say more hereafter. Here they decided to leave Mr. Snow and Opunui. These brethren were very kindly received by the high- est chief of the island, who was called King George. He could speak a little English, and so could some of his people. The missionaries were surprised at this, when they remembered how seldom the Kusaieans had seen either Americans or Englishmen. Let me give you a specimen of King George’s English. He was telling the missionaries how he had forbidden the making of intoxicating drinks ; and this is what he sail 7 : “ Plenty white men 3peak me, ‘ Very good, tap cocoa-nut- tree get toddy/ Me say, ‘ No ; no good/ Plenty men ge . drunk on shore ; too much row ; me like all quiet 18 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. No tap cocoa-nut-tree on Strong's Island/ ” I am sure you will say that lung George was a wise ruler, even though you may think his English somewhat rough and jagged. And he deserves this testimony also, that he was always kind to Mr. and Mrs. Snow and their com- panions. He had promised to be “ all same father ” to them, and he kept his word. They were very sorry when he died ; but they hoped that he was prepared for the “ better home.” His dying charge to his son and the other chiefs was, “ Take good care of the missionaries.” After the visit of the Caroline to Strong's Island, she went some three hundred miles farther west to Ascen- sion Island, or, as the natives call it, Ponape. This is one of the largest islands in Micronesia. It is high and very fertile ; and the inhabitants at that time were supposed to be about ten thousand. The missionaries had been afraid that they might not be able to land; but the way was open, and Mr. Sturges, Dr. Gulick, Kaaikaula, and their wives, commenced their work im- mediately on that dark shore. In 1855 Mr. Doane and Ivamakahiki, with their wives, sailed from Honolulu in a whale-ship, to join the mission on Ponape. The same year Dr. and Mrs. Pierson, from the United States, reached Honolulu on their way to Kusaie. They did not know when or how they could get there from the Sandwich Islands; but God had provided a way. The barque Belle was soon to cruise near that island, and the captain kindly consented to take them on board. Kanoa and his wife Kaholo, both of them Hawaiians, went with them. But I must tell you more of this barque Belle ; for it was she that prepared the way for sending the Gos- pel to the low islands of Micronesia. She touched at several of the Gilbert Islands ; and in this way Dr. Pier- son and Kanoa were able to learn much about them. They found that a great many people lived there, although the soil would not produce garden vegetable** * STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 19 and Dr. Pierson thought that missionaries might live there too. “ They are the last persons,” he said, “ to choose a field because it is easy.” Both he and Mrs. Pierson were willing, therefore, to return, and occupy one of them in the name of the Lord Jesus. The Belle next proceeded to the Marshall Islands ; and there Dr. Pierson became acquainted with a lead- ing chief, called Kaibuke, and with his sister, Nemair. No white men were then living in that group ; and as this chief had promised to take care of him, if he would live there, he felt that it might be his duty to do so. “ To us,” he said, “ the field seems exceedingly inviting ; and we doubt not it will prove so to any one who may be allowed the privilege of teaching this people the way of life.” The Belle arrived at Kusaie on the 6th of October, 1855 ; and Dr. Pierson began to labor there, hoping, nevertheless, to return to the Marshall Islanders at an early day. Next April a fleet of canoes which had gone adrift, with many of these very people on board, reached Kusaie, and with them he became well acquainted. After a few months, they set out for their homes, dis- tant some three hundred miles ; but Dr. Pierson did not think it safe to go with them in their frail barks, fastened together, not with iron, but with cocoa-nut cord, and using mats for sails. He chose, rather, to wait for a safer conveyance. Thus were the isles wait- ing for the law of the Lord, — “ the powers of darkness yield, For the Cross is in the field, And the light of life revealed.” 20 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. CHAPTER IV. WHY SHE WAS NEEDED. The Caroline , which took out the first missionaries to Micronesia, was soon sold for lack of money to sail her. This was a sad blow to them ; for they all felt that they needed a vessel of their own. Whale-ships, it is true, touched at their islands now and then ; not so, however, as to be depended on. If you had been with them, you would have felt just as they did. Let me tell you why. A missionary packet would bring them tidings from their native land. Mr. Snow’s mother died, and it was two years before he heard of it ! How, think you, could the missionaries have lived through our terrible war, if they had been obliged to wait two years for “ the news ” ? Such a vessel would supply them with proper food. They needed salt meat, flour, rice, sugar, and other articles which you have in your pleasant homes. Be* fore the Morning Star was built, they suffered very much for the want of these things. Such a vessel would give the sick the benefit of a sea-voyage. Before the children had built the Morn- ing Star , Dr. Gulick wrote home from Ponape, concern- ing his wife, — “ Her health is gradually failing. She much needs more exercise and relaxation than I can give her here. Were it possible, I should wish her to go to the Sandwich Islands for a time.” Such a vessel would be a protection to the missionaries. There are a great many bad men in the Pacific ; and if they should get the idea that nobody cared for one STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 21 of these servants of Christ, they might rob him or kill him. But the Morning Star has told them that thou- sands of good people, far away, are looking after his welfare. With such a vessel they could preach Christ more freely to the Micronesians. They could go from island to island, where no white man had ever been ; so that the first words from strange lips should be of “ the great salvation.” Mr. Doane said, before the Morning Star was sent to Micronesia, that he felt very much as if he were in sight .of a wrecked sailor on a huge rock, around which the angry sea was dashing furiously, utterly unable to reach him ! He seemed to see the peo- ple beckoning to him to give them the Bible, and yet he could not do it. Let me show you just how the case stood in 1855. The Caroline , in taking missionaries to Kusaie and Ponape, had passed the Gilbert Islands on the left, where there were some 30,000 or 40,000 heathen, and the Marshall Islands on the right, where there were at least 10,000. She touched, as we have seen, for a few days at Butaritari, one of the most northerly of the Gilbert Islands. The missionaries pitied these poor heathen very much ; and they hoped that the Gos- pel would some day be preached to them. Hawaiian missionaries might easily be found who could live on these coral rims ; and we have seen that there were American missionaries who would be glad to labor there. What should be done ? Should these Marshall and Gilbert Islanders be left, as they had been for so many ages, to live and die without hearing about their Sav- iour ? If not, somebody must go and live among them. It was decided to state the case to the children in America, and to ask them to build a missionary vessel. The “ little folks ” were all ready ; and in three months from the laying of the keel, the Morning Star was in trim for her long voyage round Cape Horn! 22 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. CHAPTER V. HER VOYAGE AROUND CAPE HORN. On the evening of November 30th, 1856, a fareweL meeting was held in Park Street Church, Boston, at which Captain Moore and his crew were present. Both he and myself were to receive our “ instructions,” as to where we were to go, and what we were to do. The house was crowded with the friends of the little vessel, who wished to hear what would be said to us. The first day of winter was cold ; but many Christian friends met on board our missionary packet, to bid her and her company “ God speed ! ” It was not, however, till the next day that she spread her white sails for the long voy- age. (See the cover.) With deep interest we watched the forms of loved ones, as they stood on the wharves, sending after us their best wishes. When should we see their faces again ? Though it was a tender hour, it was a happy one. We thought it a great privilege to be per- mitted to go to the heathen in such a vessel. Oh, how many prayers were offered by Jesus’ little lambs for her preservation ! We sailed beautifully out of Boston harbor ; but, not long after, a dreadful storm came upon us. The Morn- ing Star was forced to anchor under the lee of Cape Cod, off Provincetown ; and so were two other vessels, one on each side of her. The wind shifted during the night ; and the next morning we saw our two neighbors high up on the shore, amid the breakers. But God had taken care of us, and the Morning Star held fast, and was til safe ! There we lay for three days, till a steamer from STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 23 Boston came to our assistance ; and, having towed us around the Cape, she left us to go on our way over the stormy Atlantic. When we reached the South Atlantic, we found that our fore-yard was sprung ; and so we put into Rio Janeiro for repairs. The harbor was very beautiful, and we en- joyed the visit, to which the nice oranges and bananas added not a little. On the 24th of February, we passed Cape Horn, where we encountered another severe gale. But God helped us, and in a few days we had passed 'die stormy Cape, where vessels are often detained for weeks. Soon after entering the Pacific, we felt that the Holy Spirit was with us ; and ere we reached the Sandwich Isl- ands, we hoped that some of our company had given their hearts to the Saviour. Our carpenter had been very pro- fane during the early part of the voyage, and, when reasoned with, he thought he could not help swearing. But when he determined to become a Christian, he strove hard and successfully against this great sin. Sometimes he would haul in a rope that might be accidentally dragging in the sea, without being told to do it. And when some of his companions wondered at this, he replied that the vessel belonged to Jesus, and he wished to help take care of it, even if lie was not commanded by the officer to do what he knew he ought to do. It made us happy to think that God had blessed the little vessel on her first voyage. On the 20th of April, 1857, we had our first view of the snow-capped mountains of Hawaii, distant more than a hundred miles. The sunrise was beautiful, the clouds being tinged with a gorgeous crimson, and everything seemed to be in harmony with the feelings of joy which we experienced, when, at about six o’clock, as I was sweeping the western horizon with my glass, the majestic Mauna Kea was distinctly seen ! Many hours did we spend that day on deck, awed by the stupendous pile which, so far away fix)m as, was piercing the clouds. 24 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. We passed Hawaii on our left ; and the next murning we had Maui and Molokai in full view. As we coasted along the shore of the latter, we were charmed with the numerous cascades which rushed down the rocky precipices near the sea. I shall not soon forget the first sight of Oahu, the island of my birth, with its rugged mountains, cocoa-nut groves, little villages, and, last of all, the beautiful harbor of Honolulu. Many years had rolled away since I had left it, then a mere boy. As we neared the land, a small schooner passed us, and her captain, standing upon her rail, shouted, “ Welcome to the Morning Star !” And then from the crowd of natives on her deck there went up a round of cheers, which seemed to come from full hearts. These people were very glad to see the Morning Star , of which they had heard so much, and toward the building of which many of their children had given their money. The captain who welcomed us was a brother of Dr. Gulick, of Micro- nesia ; and he is now the principal of a Girls’ Boarding- School at Waialua, Oahu. He came on board with Mr. Bond, and the watermelon, cocoa-nuts, potatoes, sweet and Irish, which they gave us, were a great luxury, after we had been so many months upon the deep. We had not been long at Honolulu, when the good people wished to give the Morning Star a new flag. At the time it was presented, thousands assembled near the vessel on the wharf ; speeches were made, songs were sung, and great joy was expressed in what the children had done. Amid the shouts of the people, the new flag was hoisted to the mast-head by Captain Moore. STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 25 CHAPTER VI. SHE VISITS THE MARQUESAS ISLANDS. The Morning Star was first sent to the Marquesas Islands, to relieve the wants of the Hawaiian missionaries who were living there. Many years before, English mis- sionaries made some effort to carry the Gospel to the Marquosans ; afterwards American missionaries renewed the attempt ; but none of them saw fit to remain per- manently. In 1853 a chief of one of these islands, Matunui, came to the Sandwich Islands in a whale-ship, with his son-in- law, who was a Hawaiian, to ask for missionaries. Chris- tians felt that this was a Macedonian cry ; and soon they sent back with him four Hawaiian missionaries and their wives. The names of the men were Kekela, Kauwealoha, Kuaihelani, and Kaiwi. Mr. Bicknell, an Englishman, also went with them, hoping that he might assist them. The people of Fatuhiva, where Matunui lived, seemed very glad to see him again. But only five days after they had landed, a French brig anchored there, bringing a Catholic priest. He demanded of Matunui and the other chiefs that these missionaries should be sent away, saying that the Marquesas Islands belonged to the French. One of the chiefs replied, “ No ; the land is not yours. It belongs to this people ; and there never was a French- man born on Fatuhiva; and these teachers must not be sent back.” So the Hawaiians were not sent away ; and they were very glad, you may be sure, to remain. Matu- nui, however, did not always treat them kindly. In 1856 a vessel was chartered at Honolulu to visit 26 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. them, and Dr. Lowell Smith was sent to inquire of their welfare. On his return to the Sandwich Islands, he gave an account of his visit. 44 I found our friends,” he said, 44 all in usual health, cheerful and happy in their work ; but they had been obliged, for several months, to look a little too much on the 4 shady side.’ ” You will ask, perhaps, “ What was this 4 shady side/ ” ? I will let Dr. Smith tell you : 44 Brother Bicknell had sold his hand- saws, plane-irons, chisels, hatchets, and adze, and one or two razors, in exchange for food. And the native mis- sionaries had parted with most of their knives and forks and spoons, for the same purpose. They said that they would soon have been obliged to part with their clothes, if their supplies had not come to hand.” I am sure that you will consider these Hawaiians worthy of being fed and clothed, when you read what Dr. Smith says of them : 44 The apparent respect and confidence with which the natives daily called upon them for favors or advice, re- minded me of what has occurred around my own door for the last twenty years.” It was the privilege of Dr. Smith to welcome Natua, the 44 first-fruits ” of the mission, to the Church of Christ, giving him the baptismal name of Abraham, because he was the 44 father of the faithful ” among the Marquesans. Let me tell you a pleasant story of this good man. In 1858 a whale-ship visited his island ; and, being on board of her, he was invited to sit at the cabin-table. But not a morsel of food would he taste, till he had asked a bless- ing. He tried to speak in English, and said : 44 0 Great Fader! Got no fader; got no moder ; got no broder ; got no sister ! Make first the sea ; make first the dry land ; make first the moon and stars ; make first the trees ; then He make man. And now, Great Fader, give man his belly-full. Amen ! ” You may smile when you read this simple prayer. But you remember, do you not, those sweet words of the Saviour, 44 She hath done what she could ” ? And Natua STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 27 did what he could. What a sublime conception of God did he express ! Pardon the poor man’s English, because of his great thoughts. My young friends are glad, I do not doubt, that the Morning Star could go to visit these good missionaries the next year, before they should be too much in want. She took out two other Hawaiian laborers, Kaukau and his wife, to help them ; and on her return she brought Mr. Bicknell to Honolulu, to superintend the printing of the Gospel of John and other books. On her way back, she touched at Hilo, on the island of Hawaii, where Mr. Coan lives, who was for so many years pastor of the largest church in the world. Some of you may remember the letter which he wrote at that time. Here is a part of it : “ The morning of the 7th of July dawned gloriously on Hawaii. The mountains were throw- ing off their night-robes, and adorning themselves in the light drapery of the dawn ; the fields were slowly unveil- ing their peerless beauty ; the ocean began to reflect the first tinges of morning light, when suddenly the sound, 4 Hokuao ! ( Morning Star /) Hokuao ! ’ broke our slum- bers ! 4 Hokuao ! Hokuao ! ’ echoed and reechoed from every headland and hill, and rolled back from every val- ley along our coast ; and multitudes of children waked, and ran, and shouted, and caught the 4 flying joy.’ All Hilo was active. Away in the eastern horizon floated that beauteous Star of Hope, while Venus, like an angel’s eye, looked down upon her from the vault of heaven. Then we felt that our prayers had been heard, and re- alized that the sleepless eye of Him who proclaims Him- self 4 the Bright and Morning Star,’ was also looking down upon that little consecrated bark. And while our spirit- ual organs seemed to catch the notes of the celestial anthem, as 4 the morning stars sang together,’ our bodily ears did hear many voices of the 4 sons of God,’ as they shouted for joy.’ ” 28 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. CHAPTER Vn. SHE SETS OUT FOR MICRONESIA. By the 7th of August the Morning Star was ready to start for Micronesia. A farewell meeting was held on board ; missionaries, foreigners, and natives crowding her deck. We were commended to the kind care of our heavenly Father, with prayer, both in English and Ha- waiian; the “ Missionary Hymn ” was sung ; the benediction was pronounced; the moorings of your little vessel were cast off, and our long voyage of more than twenty thou- sand miles was resumed, after a pleasant visit of three months, among a people so recently converted from hea- thenism. We touched twice at Kauai, one of the Hawaiian Isl- ands, and held pleasant meetings on shore. All were delighted to see us, and to contribute something for our comfort. But this last of Christian lands that we were to see for many years, faded at length in the distance. And yet, as we were wafted farther and farther from the friends we loved, our joy only increased ; for we thought, “ Soon we shall be proclaiming the love of Christ to those who are sitting in darkness.” After we had been fourteen days without the sight of land, the good chronometer which the Sunday-School children of Essex Street Church, Boston, had given to the Morning Star , told us that we were nearing Uderik, one of the Marshall Islands. Oh, how eager I was to catch my first glimpse of a Micronesian island ! And do you not think that I was very happy to be the first one to see the cocoa-nut tree tops just rising out of the ocean ? With WELCOME OF THE MORNING STAR. 30 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. a burst of joy I shouted, “ Land ho ! ” And instantly the word was taken up by almost all on board, till the fishes around us might have wondered at a sound so new and strange. We passed near enough to see with the naked eye several specks upon the beach. These, the spy-glass showed us, were human beings. Gladly would we have stopped to tell them of our errand ; but we were obliged to pass them by ; and even to this day no missionary has landed there. Poor people ! Do you not pity them ? Perhaps the new vessel will bear the “ glad tidings ” to them. Two days later we passed so near Mentchikoff Island that we could see the men, women, and children upon the beach. Some of them waved their mats to us, and we in turn waved our handkerchiefs to them. You will find a picture, illustrating this first welcome of the Morning Star by the heathen of Micronesia, on the preceding page. It was not long before several of them pushed off in a proa to visit us. They were strange-looking men ; and the strangest thing about them was the pair of ear-rings which they wore. Only think of having a hole in the lower part of one’s ear, large enough to put a man’s arm through ! Just look at the picture of the Marshall Islander on the opposite page, and you will see what I mean. The narrow strip around the tortoise-shell ear-ring is a part of the ear itself. The large hole has been made by constant stretching. When the ear-rings are taken out, they often hang it up ; in other words, they put the lower part of the ear on the top of the ear. The long hair is firmly tied in a knot on the back of the head, which is sometimes adorned with white lilies and a coro- net of shells, curiously wrought. You see that this man is carefully tattooed. One of the men who came off to us, asked for a knife and tobacco, the latter of which the Morning Star had A MARSHALL ISLANDER. 32 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. not for sale. He offered in return mother-of-pearl fish- hooks, nicely contrived and neatly finished, a few cocoa- nuts, and several broken sea-shells. Not long after this we were visited by another man, who came off to us in a canoe just large enough to carry himself. It was so frail, so old, so leaky, that it seemed as if every wave would swamp it. He had to keep bail- ing it all the while, by means of a skilfully contrived scoop, with which he tossed out the water with great ease and rapidity. I held up to him a file, a jews-harp, and a letter* which I had written at the suggestion of Captain Moore. It read much as follows : — Morning Star, Aug. 29, 1857. I S. G. Moore, Captain. | To the Inhabitants of Mentchikoff Island: Glad tidings ! “ Glory to God in the highest ; peace on earth ; good-will toward men.” “ God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son, that whoso- ever believeth in Him, might not perish, but have ever- lasting life.” We hope soon to bring you the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and some of His missionaries to teach you. Very truly yours, Hiram Bingham, Jr., Missionary to Micronesia. P. S. — We left Honolulu August 7th, and are bound for Strong's Island. This man came near enough to take these articles from my hands. The file, however, slipped from him, and he instantly dove after it ; but it outstripped him in its bot- tom-ward flight, and he returned without it. The letter, which he still held in his hand, was completely drenched ; but he laid it with care upon the little platform between the canoe and its outrigger. I gave him another file ; and Captain Moore gave him some fish hooks and hard bread. STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 33 After this friendly interview with these natives, we squared our yards for Kusaie, and soon left them astern. Perhaps some of my young friends will ask whether the Marshall Islanders could read the letter which I had written them, and which I may call my first sermon to the Micronesians. We did not suppose that they could ; but we hoped that they would one day show it to some white man, who could tell them of the u glad tidings ” which it "©ntained. CHAPTER YIII. HER VISIT TO KUSAIE. Though it was only three hundred and fifty miles from Mentcliikoff Island to Kusaie, we were ten days in making the passage, owing to head-winds and calms Much of Micronesia is in the “ doldrums,” as the sailors call the low latitudes ; and often, while passing from one island to another, our patience is sorely tried by fitful breezes, ocean-currents, and the torrid sun. On the 8th of September we dropped anchor in one of the beautiful harbors of Kusaie. What a feast to our weary eyes was this gem of the Pacific, — so green, bo romantic, so lovely ! All about us there rose abruptly hills and mountains, covered to their very summits with the densest verdure. Beneath cocoa-nut and bread-fruit and banana and banyan trees nestled the picturesque dwellings of the natives. Here and there a light canoe passed rapidly along, bearing the rich, spontaneous fruits which had only to be gathered as they were needed. Snow-white birds sailed gracefully along, at a dizzy height, toward the dark mountain-sides. On a lovely islet, which the missionaries called 4 Hove 3 34 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. Island,” stood the cottage of Mr. Snow ; and not fat off were the houses of Dr. Pierson and Kanoa. Oh, how beautiful was this secluded spot ! It might have been called a fairy scene. We could not help think- ing of the words, — “ Where every prospect pleases.” Too soon, however, we felt the force of those other words, — “ And only man is vile.” A house was pointed out to us, where a few white men and several natives of Rotuma had been for many days blockaded by the Kusaieans. Some of them had designed to kill the king and take the island ; and the missionaries had good reason to believe that these reck- less men had wished to destroy their lives. But God had mercifully preserved His servants thus far. Before our arrival several of the insurgents had been slain ; and others had taken refuge in the house to which I have referred. You will not wonder that our brethren were very glad to see the Morning Star , for which they had been looking so earnestly ! It was a great re- lief to them to have the little packet so near them ready for any emergency. She brought a mail, more- over, that contained tidings of their friends for more thar a year. We soon assembled in Mr. Snow’s house to thank our heavenly Father for all his “mercy and truth.’ And through His gracious influence our little vesse was soon made a peacemaker. A meeting between the king and the leading insurgents was held on boarc of her ; and it was arranged that most of them should leave the island at an early day. Four of the Rotu- mas we took with us to Ponape. The king declared that he wanted no white men t< remain on his island, except the missionaries. He knev that the latter came, not to kill and to rule, but t< 0 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 3d preach the gospel of peace ; and he felt quite willing to trust them. The missionaries were very glad to hear him express his confidence in them ; and although scarcely any one had been converted during their five years of hard labor, they did not think of giving up and going elsewhere. When Mr. Snow told him of his purpose to visit Ponape for a few weeks, he seemed re- luctant to let him go. We were happy, during the visit, to make the ac- quaintance of Keduka, one of the earliest converts. Mr. Snow told a pleasant story about him, in con- nection with Dr. Pierson’s arrival in the Belle . He was away from home on some pressing business, when he saw a vessel. He immediately left his business, and hastened to the pilot, to go with him to the ship. “ Me think missionary stop board that ship,” he afterward said to Mr. Snow. “ Me want to go ’long pilot ; look quick. Me no care nothing ’bout ’nother ship come before ; but me think missionary in this ship ; that ’s what for I want go ; look plenty.” This man is still one of the leading Christians in the little church on Kusaie. Taking Mr. Snow and Dr. Pierson with their families, we set sail for Ponape, September 15th, to visit the missionaries there, and to hold a meeting of the Mi- cronesia mission, to decide what new stations should be occupied, and what men should commence them. CHAPTER IX. HER VISIT TO PONAPE. On the 23d of September we entered the Met^lanim harbor, on the east side of Ponape, mountain-locked, like 36 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. the one we had just left, with surroundings less abrupl indeed, but more grand. Here too we saw the same in tense green ; and on our left we beheld two picturesqu< water-falls, which greatly enhanced the beauty of th< place. On our right, standing by itself, was the “ Suga Loaf,” several hundred feet high ; and were any of yoi to see it, you would say at once, “ It is a Sugar Loaf Ail who visit this place, are struck with the extraordinary likeness. At Shalong, near this harbor, was the home of Dr Gulick. We were very glad when he came alongside ol our vessel in his little boat, called the Soso. We had 01 board his gray-haired father ; and their meeting, after i five years' separation, was truly affecting. Ponape is a much larger island than Kusaie ; and then were three missionary stations on it. Word was so'oi sent to the other brethren that the Morning Star had ar rived. Our friends were delighted to hear the tidings for the food of some of them was nearly gone, and they found it hard to buy any of the natives. Indeed, they were about making their necessities a subject of specia prayer ; when lo ! He who hath “ the times and the sea sons ” in His own hand, sent the missionary ship to t t en just at the right time ! Missionary life on Ponape has always been one of mucl hardship. But those who have been sowing in tears, art now reaping in joy. Some of the trials which in early years they were subjected to, will appear in the following extracts from a letter of Mr. Doane : — M Not a nativt boy or girl, man or woman, can we get to do anything foi us. Our family work I am obliged to share with my wife and my co-laborers do likewise. I am familiar with tht kitchen and the wash-tub. All the out-door work, more- over, I must do. I must go after firewood, bring it homt in a small canoe, and then cut it. I must bring my owr water ; I must attend to the watering and feeding of my cow. I must, in short, help myself, if I would be helped STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 37 And in this hot climate it requires no little energy to go forward, and do all that is needful.” And yet this good brother was “ not disheartened.” He felt, moreover, that bis trials might help forward the work which he was do- ing. “ One good result at least,” he wrote, “ will come from all this. When the natives see us toiling thus, all wet with perspiration, all sore with toil, coats off, perhaps in the water up to the knees, they will see that we have not come here to play the gentleman.” While the Morning Star lay in the harbor of Meta- anim, a meeting was held on board of her, for the sake of giving the missionaries at Shalong a public opportunity to ,estify their joy, and also to impress upon the natives the mature of the work which she was doing. Captain Moore md others made addresses, which Dr. Gulick interpreted. The flag was exhibited, with other articles of interest, rniong them a large Bible. The exercises were closed by ringing, “ Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,” &c. From Metalanim harbor we proceeded to Mr. Doane’s station, in the Jokoij tribe, on the northwest side of the sland, to take on board his goods. While this was going )n, the Wajai (a high chief) came to Mr. Doane’s house, md commenced stoning the people, saying that our mis- sionary brother was leaving them because they did not jome to hear him preach on the Sabbath. He and other chiefs accompanied Mr. Doane to the Morning Star in several canoes. For a short time we endeavored to entertain them with instrumental and vocal nusic. Mr. Doane then implored God’s blessing upon >hem, and bade them u good-bye.” You will be glad to enow that his labors among that tribe were not in vain. Vlany of the people, including this very Wajai, are now joining to Jesus. From this station we proceeded to Ron Kiti, the resi- lence of Mr. Sturges. In his hospitable dwelling we had 38 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. a pleasant home for a week and more. His house stood upon a high hill, surrounded with bread-fruit, cocoa-nut, and papaw trees, and overlooking the smooth sheet of water where the Morning Star lay safely moored. We enjoyed the few days which we spent on Ponape very much. Those who dwell in Christian lands, can hardly imagine the pleasure which missionaries derive from intercourse with each other. It is “ like the pre- cious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron's beard ; that went down to the skirts of his garments.” But the time soon came for our parting words. The isles were waiting for the law ! It had been decided to commence new stations on the Marshall and Gilbert Islands. Although there were some five thousand people on Ponape, even after the terrible ravages made by the small-pox, it was thought best to send Dr. Pierson and Mr. Doane to the Marshall Islands, as also Kanoa and myself to the Gilbert Islands. Some of us, therefore, must turn away from these “ heavenly places in Christ Jesus,” and preach the “ unsearchable riches ” where they had not been known. And so, on the 15th of October, we set sail and en- tered the Metalanim harbor again, to take on board Mrs. Gulick (with three children), who was going to the Sand- wich Islands for her health. While attempting to get to sea, the Morning Star struck on one of the thousand reefs with which these waters abound, where she thumped about for ten or fifteen minutes ; but the Keeper of Israel mer- cifully cared for us ; and before night we were safely under way. Dr. Gulick then left us to return in his little boat to his “ hermit-home,” while we bore away for East- ern Micronesia. You will not wonder that he called to mind the following words : — “ Thou who dost the winds control, Guide our vessel to her goal ; Pour the sunshine o’er her track; Father, lead the storm-cloud back. STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. “ Infant hopes are centred there, Infant voices raised in prayer ; Infant hands have launched the bark , Safely speed thee, Gospel Ark ! ” CHAPTER X. HER VISIT TO APAIANG. We touched at Wellington and McAskill Islands, and then at Kusaie to return Mr. and Mrs. Snow to their home, henceforth to be so lonely, in consequence of the removal of Dr. Pierson and Kanoa. With the latter were two Gilbert Islanders, a man and his wife, who had drifted away from their own group. They had taught Kanoa a few words of their language, which were of much use to him in beginning his new work. Your missionary vessel was now loaded down as much as she could be with safety ; for she had on her decks (besides much of the lumber for my little framed house which I took out from Honolulu) poles and posts for building houses, as soon as possible, upon the new islands to which the other missionaries were going. Though the Morning Star sailed from Kusaie for the Gilbert Islands, she was compelled by the winds to pass near Ebon. Of our exciting interview with the people there, I will tell you in the next chapter. It was on the 13th of November that I climbed almost to the top of the mast, and caught the first sight of what proved to be, for so many years, our island-home. It was Apaiang, a low coral reef, some fifty miles in circumference, enclosing one of those great lagoons which I have already described. The highest parts of this reef were only a few feet above the ocean ; but on these were many cocoa-nut and pandanus trees. The lowest parts were covered with 40 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. water at high tide. The lagoon was about eighteen miles long, six wide, and one hundred feet deep. The land surrounding it did not average more than a quarter of a mile in width ; but on this narrow strip, such as it was, were many villages. We landed first on an islet, belonging to the west- ern side, where the reef is lowest. There we found a solitary old man, walking among the trees. He was the first Gilbert Islander to receive the missionaries, who had come to live among his people ! On the 17th of Novem- ber the Morning Star entered the beautiful lagoon, and came to anchor near Koinawa, the king’s village, on the eastern side. Next morning the king, at our request, came on board, and, learning something of our wishes from the Gilbert Islanders with us, he seemed pleased ; and, putting his hand on me and on my lumber, he pointed to the shore. I took the hint, and the very next day we began to build. The house was twenty-four feet by sixteen, and though we took time to shingle it, much to the wonder of the natives, in less than two weeks it had been made so com- fortable as to be ready for housekeeping. We afterwards painted it white, except the blinds, which were green, and put on piazzas. We called it u Happy Home.” In the picture of the station, on the opposite page, it is the largest building on the right. On the left is Kanoa’s house, somewhat like it, but made chiefly of cocoa-nut wood, with pandanus thatch for roofing. The buildings from which you see smoke issuing are our kitchens. You notice that they have no chimneys, and the smoke escapes through openings in the gable-ends. Back of Kanoa’s house stands a school-house, which we built for the pupils of Mrs. Bingham and Kaholo. The water in the foreground is a part of the lagoon. See that poor woman dragging a canoe along the shore, in which her husband sits, leisurely smoking a pipe. The wind is ahead ; but little does he care how hard she must tm 42 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. toil beneath the burning sun to tow him, as if she were a mule or donkey, to his home, some five or six miles away. Oh, how much woman, in this Christian land, owes to the Gospel ! A part of this picture serves to illustrate what is mentioned on page 52. On the 2d of December, 1857, just one year from the day of our departure from Boston, the Morning Star was ready to take her departure from Apaiang. And now we were to be left alone among these savages ! Would they treat us kindly ? Or would they steal from us, and per- haps murder us ? Could we live happily among them ? Should we not be very lonely ? By remaining on board our little vessel, we might be carried again to dear friends. What, think you, were our thoughts’ in such an hour ? We were glad to remain, to teach the people, and to lead them to Jesus. And while we loved your missionary packet, in which we had sailed so many thousand miles, we would not detain her longer. Getting into my little canoe, I paddled off to the shore, while the children’s messenger of peace went her way on other errands of love. From that time forward, we were to have no Amer- ican fellow-laborers, and yet we were not alone. The Saviour, as He had promised, was with us ! CHAPTER XL HER VISIT TO EBON. Ebon is one of the Marshall Islands, all of which are coral reefs. As more rain falls on them than on the Gilbert Islands, they are much more fertile, and abound, not only in cocoa-nuts and the fruit of the pandanus or screw-pine, but also in bread-fruit, and a variety of the taro, the last being a vegetable which is used much as we STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 43 use potatoes. Some bananas are also raised. Neithei goats, nor sheep, nor cattle, as I have said, can live on either the Marshall or Gilbert Islands ; and of course the natives never have any fresh beef or mutton or milk or butter. But in both groups dogs and rats abound, and there are some cats and fowls. Land-birds are scarce, but sea-birds are plenty everywhere. The Marshall Islanders are bold navigators, and fre- quently set out in their proas, without any compass, for small islands distant a hundred miles. Sometimes they get adrift, however, and wander about over the ocean for weeks, before they find a landing-place. It was in this way that the party of which I have spoken in another place, drifted to Kusaie, in a starving condition, and fully expecting to be put to death. But they were treated kindly, and permitted to return to their homes in peace. God had commanded the winds to take them to that distant island, that they might see what the missionaries were doing, and so be ready to welcome them. Some of these were among the people whom we met, as I have said, when sailing from Kusaie to Apaiang. We had heard much of their barbarity ; for they had made a covenant of death, and had resolved that every white man who should set his foot upon their island, should be killed ! Only a little while before, indeed, a vessel had been seized by them, and all the crew slain. And now, as we saw one large proa suddenly shoot out from the lagoon, and then another and another, (in spite of the roughness of the sea,) we began to fear lest our little vessel might be seized also. What then was our sense of relief, when, as Dr. Pierson addressed the first proa that reached us in the language of Ebon, the man who was steering recognized him, and exclaimed, repeat- edly, and with great joy, “ Doketur ! (Doctor) Doketur ! Mitchinari ! (missionary) Mitchinari ! ” All in the canoe became highly excited, laughing most joyously. The news soon spread like wildfire among the tleet of seven' 44 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. teen proas. Some of the natives soon boarded us, and when they learned that Dr. Pierson was expecting to re- turn in the course of one or two “ moons,” they were greatly delighted. See a picture of this scene on the title-page. We felt that “ the set time to favor ” them had come, and that the God of missions had prepared the way for His servants. Kaibuke, the head chief, welcomed the missionaries on their return from Apaiang, assuring them again that their lives and property should be perfectly safe. He told them to select any place on the island which they might prefer. He called Dr. Pierson his son, and said that any injury done to him would be regarded as done to himself. They soon chose a spot upon which to build, called by the people “ Rube,” and they were much pleased with the cheerfulness' of the natives while assisting them in putting up their houses. The missionaries were happy in the prospect before them, as you will judge from what Mr. Doane wrote at that time. “ Let me be a missionary,” he said, u a pioneer missionary, if my Master so wills it, and I ask no other, no higher employment in this world. To enter in among a people, lost, depraved, exposed to endless ruin, and tell them of the way of life, of the blessed Saviour, of the riches of his dying love, — this is all and the only work I ask for in this life.” The Marshall Islanders have been very treacherous un- til recently, and even now it might not be safe for white men to live on some of the islands. But Dr. Pierson, Mr. Doane, and their wives, were not afraid to be left by the Morning Star ; and after their houses had been partially built, the vessel set out for Honolulu, Christmas, 1857. But it was a great comfort to them, I can assure you, (as it was to all of us,) that the Morning Star was to return next year. STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 45 CHAPTER XII. WAITING FOR THE MORNING STAR. As soon as we were left upon Apaiang, we began to learn the language which we were to use ; but, as none of the people spoke English, it was slow work. One word after another we picked up, by pointing to this thing and that, by representing various motions, as rising up, walking, sitting down, throwing, and so on. The little children delighted in counting their fingers for us, that we might learn to count as they did. And this was what they said : u Teuana, uoua, tenua, aua, nimaua, onoua, itua, wanua, ruaiua, tebwina.” Would you have ever dreamed that they were saying, “ One, two, three, four,” &c. ? We had hardly been in our new home three months, when a party of Gilbert Islanders from Tarawa, not far off, made an attack upon our people in a fleet of one hundred proas. Our king assembled his army about our house to await the onset, as the other party seemed to be coming directly towards us. They changed their course, however, and the battle was fought some six miles away. The king who had befriended us when we landed, was killed, but his people were victorious. Next morning I visited the battle-ground ; and there I saw among the dead six women, who had helped their husbands in the fight. We were very sorry that so many had been killed ; but we were thankful that the savages had been driven off ; for it is quite possible that they might have slain us, and taken possession of our little house. And here I must explain the engraving on the next leaf. It represents two Gilbert Island warriors, going to battle. Formerly this people had no guns, but fought with clubs and spears ; and even now they like to take their old weapons into battle with them, to use when theij 46 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. powder is gone. Some of the spears are armed with sharks' teeth, and are almost twenty feet long. To pro- tect themselves they have a kind of armor, made of cocoa-nut fibre cord. A part of this resembles a great- coat ; and it comes up behind their heads, to shield them from behind, or when they run. They also make cover- ings for their legs, arms, and head, of the same material, and still another covering for the head, of the skin of the porcupine-fish. The picture opposite is quite lifelike. The Morning Star will not be here for some time. Let me take you, therefore, on a missionary tour. We put up some bread and boiled salt-beef ; a little rice, and a little butter, if we have any ; a saucepan, a keg of water from our well, for the water in most wells is very bad. We take a mat, a blanket or two, and loading up our little boat, which we call the Alfred , (for we have neither carriages, nor horses, nor mules, nor donkeys, you know,) we set off for a heathen village. A crowd of naked men, boys, and girls meet us as we land ; and we go directly to the maneaba of the village. The people throng about us ; and we try to teach them to sing and pray, and we speak of Jesus' love. As we close our eyes for prayer, one and another shout to those near them, “ Matu, matu ! ” (“ Go to sleep ; go to sleep ! ”) meaning, “ Shut your eyes.” After a general commotion, in which some bow their faces to the ground, the prayer is offered. At its close, as the missionary opens his eyes, a number begin to shout, “ Uti, uti ! ” (“ Wake up, wake up ! ”) and, with a burst of laughter, these rude worshippers sit up again. I begin to preach. But the leading man of the village may break in upon me, by asking if I will not take a pipe. “ I never smoke,” is the answer. Next he may offer me some molasses and water to drink, or the milk of a green cocoa-nut. Sometimes we tell them that we have not come to eat and drink, but to teach them. It is often better, however, to stop preaching, and drink GILBERT ISLAND WARRIORS 48 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. from the cocoa-nut, and then go on again. After service we often look up the blind and sick of the village, and teach them in their own houses. We go to the next village. Perhaps we find the maneaba preoccupied. A man has died, and his body has been brought to the big house, and is laid out in state. Women sit by it, day after day, even for weeks. You will wonder how they can do so, especially in such a hot climate. Poor creatures ! They think that in this way they are treating the dead man kindly. Most of the time the body is covered by a mat ; and frequently be- neath the same mat lies the dead man’s wife, grieving over her loss. When at length the corpse is about to be buried, the wife often keeps his skull, and makes it her constant companion. (See the right-hand figure in the picture on page 51.) A man is generally buried under his own house, and only a few inches below the surface of the ground ; for the people think that if there should be room for another corpse above him, there would soon be another to fill the place. Sometimes, however, bodies are rolled up in mats, and laid away in a loft of the house. When we find the maneaba thus occupied, the friends of the deceased are usually willing to listen to me while I urge them to prepare for death. But sometimes we find the people assembled for a feast. If they have only cocoa-nut milk to drink, or cocoa-nut molasses and water, they are generally willing to hear me speak of the land where men never hunger; and yet they may be very desirous to know what kind of food they may expect there. If the people are drinking manning , (fermented toddy,) some of them may be very noisy, and interrupt us while we preach to them of temperance. When they are in- toxicated, they often quarrel, and kill one another ; sometimes they stab themselves. When the toddy is first obtained from the bud of the cocoa-nut, which is cut twice STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 49 a day, it is pleasant and wholesome. But if it is allowed to stand three or four days, it ferments and becomes hurtful. A great deal of it, nevertheless, is drunk in the Gilbert Islands ; and they need missionaries to teach them better. When night overtakes us, we spread our mats on the ground, hang up our musqui to - netting in some native house, and lie down to sleep. In the morning, perhaps, while we are eating the food which we have brought, the people will crowd around us, saying, “ Kamai teutana,” (“ Give me a little piece.”) If we refuse them, they may call us “ bataoti,” (“ stingy.”) But we could not give all of them even a little piece ; if we should, our supply would soon be gone. After several days have been spent in this way, the tour is completed, and we spread our sail for the white cottage among the cocoa-nut trees. As we cross the lagoon, we enjoy an hour of rest, which is very refreshing. But some bright-eyed boy may say, “ You have taken us on a preaching tour, but you have not told us when and where you began to preach at home.’' Well, I will say a word on this point just here. I had been living on Apaiang about six months, when I began to address the natives publicly in their own tongue. At first I spoke to them in the maneaha of Koinawa, a large village near us where the king lives. This building answered the purpose of a chapel very well ; still we thought it best to build a small church, to be dedicated to the worship of the true God. You have a picture of this building on the next leaf. We are going to church, you see ; and Kanoa, my Hawaiian associate, is blowing a shell, to call the people to meeting, as we have no bell. Kanoa’s wife, with one of her children, is just behind us. Be sure to look at the king, son of the one who was killed, in his long shirt, and under his umbrella. The queen will come too, for both are very regular in their attendance ; and, what is better still, we hope they are Christians. 4 60 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. You will say, perhaps, that some things in this picture look more like breaking the Sabbath than keeping it; and you are quite right. You will learn from the scene, however, how the Gilbert Islanders dishonor God’s holy day. How much they need the Gospel ! But let me proceed with my explanation. The woman whom you see is a heathen, carrying her husband’s skull as she goes on a visit to some other village. A party of the natives are pressing scraped cocoa-nuts in an oil-press, to get the oil to buy tobacco with. The dog is one of the many, as heathenish as their masters, which greatly annoy us. Three men are climbing cocoa-nut trees in as many different ways. The one at the right has notches cut in his tree, large enough to hold the second joint of the great toe. He is going after his toddy, which he will give his child instead of milk, as they have no cows or goats. The man in the middle walks up the tree in a wonderful way. If one of his hands should slip, he would fall, and perhaps break his neck. The man at the left has his feet tied together, a few inches apart ; and while he holds himself away from the tree "by pushing off with one arm, and clasping the other round the trunk, he draws up his feet, which easily cling to the tree by the help of the cord which binds them together ; and then he straightens himself up again. The second way of climb- ing is the most difficult. On the right you will see a pandanus-tree. How strange its roots, which grow out of the trunk, and run off into the ground ! How large the great bunches of fruit ! They sometimes weigh forty or fifty pounds. When they are ripe, you can pull them to pieces, each piece being a separate conical seed some three inches long, the small end of which is fibrous, and contains a sweet juice, is chewed, and the juice is sucked out. See the great papai leaves, back of the chapel, coming up out of a pit ! You would call them giant cal la leaves. The papai is a root which grows in the 52 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. mud, and is sometimes as large as a half-barrel. The natives eat it as a luxury. The houses of the natives on the left have, you see. no sides, and the eaves are very low. We must always stoop to enter them, but, when we have once entered, we can see what the people are doing in the next man’s house, and so on, through the village. The hut in the distance is a kitchen where poor old women are compelled to do the cooking, half-smothered by the smoke. CHAPTER XHI. HER YEARLY VISITS. The annual return of the Morning Star was always looked forward to with great interest. It would be diffi- cult to say who of the missionaries wished to see hei most ; but I can assure my young readers that some of the most joyous days of my life were those on which sin hove in sight. The heathen children soon learned how we felt, whei the time of her arrival drew near. As soon as a sail wa: seen in the distant horizon, a shout of u Te ro ! ” ( u Sai ho ! ”) was set up. Our waiting ears were not long ii catching the sound, and immediately we sprang for th< spy-glass. With almost breathless suspense it was direct- ed to the far-off vessel. For a moment everybody kep still. If the “ white flag ” was seen at the mast-head, w« were sure that she was coming ; and shouts of joy, tin clapping of hands, and happy faces, gave indications of the hearty welcome we were ready to give her. A largi white flag, with the word WELCOME upon it, wa speedily flung to the breeze from a pole tied to the to] of a lofty cocoa-nut tree; and the missionaries’ wive STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 58 made haste to prepare shore-comforts for the weary voy- agers. The picture on page 41 will give you an imperfect idea of the scene. Kanoa and myself, launching our little Alfred, wnt out to meet the Morning Star in mid-lagoon. Oh, what moments were those during which we watched the dear vessel, as steadily, but surely, we came nearer and nearer to each other ! Whom shall we greet on board ? The same kind captain, or some new face ? What mission- aries shall we find, coming to help us ? What mis- sionary father from the Sandwich Islands will counsel and encourage us ? What shall we hear of fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters ? Are they yet alive ? And that wicked Rebellion ! What battles have there been ? What victories and what defeats ? Oh, this dreadful suspense, when the life of our father-land is in peril ! And then there was the large mail-bag, with its many letters from the many friends who had remembered us in our loneliness. We had hardly time to think of the good things to eat which the children’s vessel had brought us, — the flour and salt-beef, and potatoes, sweet and Irish, (we had eaten none for months,) the watermelons, the ba- nanas, the oranges, the nice jars of jelly and cans of fruit which loving friends (God bless them !) had sent us. And the new clothes, and shoes, and umbrellas, were worth thinking of, had there not been so many other things of more value. And now, as the beautiful vessel sails past our boat, a line is thrown to us. In a moment we are on board, and then the hearty shakes of the hand, the searching glances for familiar faces, the thrilling items of news ! In a few moments we are at anchor off the mission premises. Friends go down with us into our little boat ; the mail- bag and a few packages are put in, with a pail of potatoes for immediate use ; and we pull for the shore. Our wives watch us with intense earnestness, to see if 54 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. they can recognize those who have come so many hun- dreds of miles to our island home. The natives crowd down to the beach to meet us ; and, taking up one parcel after another, go with us to the humble cottage of the missionary, and almost immediately fill every place avail able for sitting. Perhaps the missionary’s wife welcomes to her door the first white woman that she has seen in nearly two years. The Hawaiian missionaries assemble with us, and thanks are returned to God for bringing the Morning Star once more to us in safety. Such hours of meeting are precious, and words fly rapidly. The captain and friends visit our little schools, or attend worship in our chapel. In due time our sup- plies are landed ; our mail to friends is put on board ; and the little vessel takes her leave, to be absent again for many long, long months. Happy, golden hours ! Bright sunbeams through the thick clouds of isolation ! How soon they are gone ! But our hearts are refreshed, and we gird ourselves anew for the work before us. Once in two years we join the vessel, to go with her to Ponape, distant one thousand miles, to attend the meeting of the Micronesia mission. This absence of two months, much of the time being spent on board the Morning Star , renews our acquaintance with the little craft that brought us to our Micron esian home. We think often of those dear children that desired to help us in our blessed work of telling the heathen of the Lord Jesus Christ. As we draw near the different stations, where our fel- low-missionaries dwell, we often say, “ How little do these dear friends know where the Morning Star is just now; and how soon their hearts will overflow with joy I ” And how little did we know whether our friends were alive or not ! For a whole year, perhaps, we had heard no tidings of them, so little intercourse is there between these isl- ands. How eagerly did we watch the canoes, as they came to meet us, to see if they contained a brother mis sionary I STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 55 I well remember the sad news which we told to one brother* as he boarded us. His wife had died in Honolulu, months before ! He had been waiting seven months for a vessel, which left him on Ponape, intending to call in five weeks, and take him to his invalid companion. CHAPTER XIV. SOME THINGS SHE BROUGHT, AND HOW WE USED THEM In this chapter I wish to tell you about a few of the good things which the Morning Star brought us. One of these was a nice surf-boat, which we called the Star of Peace . It was mainly purchased with money given to us by Captain Moore and his crew, when they took leave of us in December, 1857. AVe had visited every part of Apaiang in the little Al- fred; and we had even crossed in her to Tarawa, the largest island of the group, being towed by one of the great war-proas, which was bearing presents from our king to a high chief, whose two sons had been recently be- trothed to two of his daughters. But there were other islands which could not be reached in our small boat, and on which the Gospel had never been preached. To these we longed to go. One of them could be seen from the top of the cocoa-nut trees near our house ; but the ocean channel was more than twenty miles wide, and the current often so swift as to make it very unsafe to venture across in the Alfred. AVe were very glad, therefore, when the new surf-boat arrived in the Morning Star , and still more glad were we, when Captain Gelett said, after he had helped me rig it, that he thought I might safely cross to Marakei and Maiana ; for he thought that I was a pretty good sailor. 56 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. You may be sure that I was anxious to be ofT as soon as possible. I went first to Tarawa, where I left Mrs Bingham, and then to Maiana. On my return from the latter, I had a much harder time than I expected. The wind was favorable when I started ; but it changed after- wards, and we were greatly at the mercy of a current which was very strong. At sundown, Tarawa bore due east, about twelve miles. The wind lulled, but the sea was rough, and we were fast drifting to the westward. A fear- ful hour was that ! No land to the leeward for more than two hundred miles ! I was in just the place where Mr. Huntley went adrift, on attempting to return to Maiana, after the battle of February 19, 1858. He was picked up thirty days later, all his companions having starved to death. We had food and water to sustain life for a month ; but there are times when no ship can beat up against this current. At length, however, by dint of hard rowing, we got into stiller water, under the lee of Tarawa ; and a little after midnight, we made out to reach the island. You will not wonder that we were truly joyful and thankful for our escape, from what seemed to be very great danger. I had sometimes seen Marakei from the top of a cocoa- nut tree, and I longed to preach the Gospel there. A boat like the Star of Peace can seldom cross thither ; but one day everything seemed to be favorable, and Kanoa and myself were soon under way. Now if you will turn to Acts xxvii. 13-15, you will see that the weather may seem to be very good for a voyage, and yet, “ not long after,” “ a tempestuous wind ” may arise. This was precisely our case. About three o’clock in the afternoon a fearful squall approached. As we were out on a wide sea, anxious to reach, before night, a strange island, with no ship channel to its lagoon, I kept on sail to the last mo- ment, bidding one of the men “ stand by the halyards,” and let them go at an instant’s warning. At length I could venture no longer. We lowered STORY OF THE MORNING STAR- 57 and furled our sails, and had hardly seated ourselves, when the tempest burst upon us with tremendous fury. As soon as it abated, we reefed our mainsail, and, hoisting it up a little, pushed on. The sea was beginning to run wildly, and the large billows raised their white crests around us. The Star of Peace had experienced no such sea as that. Suddenly a towering wave burst upon us, drenching us from stem to stern. Blinded by the spray, for the moment I hardly knew our fate. Thanks to our kind Keeper, the boat still danced on. But frightened faces turned towards me, as if to read the future in my countenance. Just at dark, it being difficult to distinguish people on the shore, we found ourselves off a narrow break in the cocoa-nut and pandanus trees. This was the so-called boat channel, a fearful place, with billows dashing their foam against the rocks. I trembled to enter, and would not venture myself at the helm, lest I should not under- stand the rapid commands of the pilot, but put my old teacher at that post, and took his oar. For a moment we paused, as the billows began to lift their crests before breaking. Two large ones passed, and we sprang to our oars. In the darkness, our pilot had “ headed-in ” a little too soon, and in order to enter a gap between the rocks, not forty feet wide, was obliged to slant our course a little, — a most perilous feat ! F or an instant death seemed staring me in the face. Swimmer that I was, should we swamp, the chances for my escape were exceedingly small, as I was not accustomed to surf-swimming. But the blessed Master was with us. A small wave took us upon its crest, and we were hurried through this narrow vortex in a moment’s time. But what a sight greeted our eyes the next morning ! We found ourselves upon one of the loveliest of all the coral islands. About six miles in length, from one to three in width, and enclosing a placid lagoon on all sides by wooded land, with fairy-like islets here and there, it 58 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. lay spread out before us. The Gospel light for the first time now beamed upon it. We preached in all its villages ; and more than a thousand souls heard of the way of life. In passing out of this lagoon, there was quite as much peril as there had been in passing in. But I will not describe the scene. Possibly you may think that my zeal for ocean touring in an open boat was by this time slightly cooled, or, at least, that it ought to have been. But it is hard to see a populous island without the Gospel, and not do anything for it. Wishing to make this part of our work safer, the Sab- bath School children of California sent us a larger boat than the Star of Peace , called the Evening Star. You will see a picture of her on the last page of the cover. We thank these children very much for their generous gift. On page 17 you can see a picture of the Star of Peace. The scene is intended to illustrate our arrival at a heathen village. We are bound to the maneaba. Kanoa is the man with the umbrella. Do you see the little boys who are running towards us ? They wish to find out why the I-matang (foreigners) have come ; but perhaps they will stay and play with our boat, instead of going with us to be taught. At the left is a stout man carrying home a heavy load of cocoa-nuts and pandanus fruit on a stick across his shoulder, as neither he nor his friends have a cart or wheelbarrow. Among other “ worthy deeds ” of the Morning Star , she has carried printing-presses to Micronesia. The story of our press at Apaiang I think will please you. Nearly five years after we landed there, we sent a copy of the Gospel of Matthew in the Gilbert Island language to Honolulu, by the hands of Kanoa, to be printed there, as also a small hymn-book. Thirteen months later, Kanoa returned in the Morning Star, bringing back an edition of the hymn-book, but no printed copy of Matthew STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 59 We were very sorry, for we had often told our pupils that they would soon have an entire Gospel. It happened that a printing-press had just been sent to us in the Morning Star ; and so we said, “ We can print Matthew for ourselves.” The box which was supposed to contain the press was landed, and soon opened. We found in it a small box of types, cases, and other things used in printing, but no press ! The captain felt sure that all had been landed ; but I could not. rest until I had boarded the vessel and inquired of the mate. He assured me that there was nothing more. As I paddled home that evening, my heart was doubly heavy, from this second disappointment. Next morning the examination of one of our schools was held ; and while this was going on, the captain came to inform me that another search for the missing press was to be made ; and, in case it should be found, the Stars and Stripes would be hoisted. How great was our joy, upon leaving the school-house, to see the old flag at the mast-head ! The Morning Star soon left us. We had a press, but no printer. A book, however, telling us how to print had been sent, and we hoped soon to understand the business. Only two days after Captain James’s departure, a boat entered our lagoon, which had gone adrift with several sailors, when trying to reach a small guano island, some forty miles from the place where they had been wrecked. For ten days they were upon the ocean, and after a voy- age of six hundred miles they reached Maiana. They rested one night, and then set out for Apaiang, in the hope of finding the Morning Star , and going in her to Honolulu. The current was too strong, and the wind too much ahead ; so they put back, and remained five days longer. They then set out again for Apaiang, and reached us just too late ! A few weeks later they had an opportunity of leaving for Sydney in a cocoa-nut oil trader. 60 STORY OF TIIE MORNING STAR. One of the men was a printer, and he was willing to remain, and set our little press to work. In a few weeks we had Matthew ready for our pupils ! Mr. Hotchkiss (for that was his name) also printed several other small books, which were greatly needed. We love to think that God sent that kind printer to us over the wide ocean, in an open boat, to help us in giving the Word of Life to the poor Gilbert Islanders. CHAPTER XV. MICRONESIANS WHO SAILED IN HER. Let me tell you about some of the Micronesians who have sailed in the Morning Star. I will first speak of Joseph, from whom I once expected a great deal, but who afterwards disappointed me. Still I do not give him up. I often pray that he may return to the path of duty and usefulness ; and I want you to pray for him too. Only thirteen letters (a, e, i, o, u, b, k, m, n, n, (ng), r, t, w) are needed for writing the Gilbert Island lan- guage. We had taught a few children to spell ba, be, &c., when one day I heard a lad whom we had never taught, saying over with great rapidity, “ Ba, be, bi, bo, bu ; ka, ke, ki, ko, ku ; ma, me,” &c. I was much pleased, for I thought to myself, “ This boy must be very bright ; ” and indeed he was very bright. We took great pains to teach him; and soon he learned to read and write his own language very fast. After a while he came to live with us, with the consent of bis father, a brother of the old king that welcomed us to Apaiang. We taught him English also, in the hope that he would be more useful as an assistant translator of the New Testament. But he made some curious mistakes. STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 61 He could not easily distinguish between b and p , and when he tried to read the words, “ big pig,” he would frequently say, “ pig big.” Other Gilbert Islanders would have done the same thing. He took much interest in the various generals who were fighting to save our country, and he knew the names of several of them. On one occasion he saw in large letters, in an advertisement, the words, “ General Merchandise.” Having spelled them out, he asked, “ Does this General command troops ? ” Ekeuea (for such was his heathen name) helped us very much in learning his language. After we had been at Apaiang a good while, 1 offered him a cent a word for all the new words he vould define for us. In a few months he had give us nearly a thousand ! As he learned about the love of Jesus, he seemed very much interested ; and we had good reason to think him a Christian. At his baptism he chose the name of Joseph, or, as it is written in his language, Ioteba. We took him with us on one of our voyages to Kusaie and Ponape. He thought the Marshall Islanders hideous- looking people, with their great ear-rings and knotted hair. Their language he called “jabber.” His wonder at the mountains of Kusaie (for he had never seen so much as a hill before) was very great. I rambled with him through the woods and by the running streams, of which there are none in the Gilbert Islands ; and together we climbed, with great difficulty, to the top of the highest mountain. The story of this ascent he never wearied in telling his people, after his return. One night we heard loud crying ; and we supposed it to come from some heathen child. The next morning Joseph told us that he had dreamed of seeing a savage cut off my head ; and, as he awoke, the dream seemed so real, that he arose, left his little house, and sat under the cocoa-nut trees at the dead of night, to give vent to his sorrow. 62 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. He often went with me on my tours to assist in telling the people about Jesus ; and they always liked to hear him. His help too, in translating portions of the New Testament, was very great He once visited Butaritari and Makin, islands where I had never preached, and, gathering many of the people together, told them the great news of salvation through Jesus Christ. The journal which he kept was very interesting. After a time a white man gave him some liquor, and he became intoxicated. From that day he left us ; perhaps he is still wandering. Will not my young friends pray that he may be brought back to the true fold ? My heart yearns over him. But let me speak of another Micronesian, whose history is more cheering, and who is now at rest with the Lord Jesus. When Mr. Snow removed from Kusaie to Ebon, in 1862 , he left some thirty converts behind, with many others who loved him very much. It was a sad day for them, as I well remember, when he went on board the Morning Star. Many of them followed him in their canoes for a mile or two. At length they said their last “ good-byes,” and returned to their island-home, as sheep without a shepherd. But one of the good women, the wife of Keduka, said in her simplicity that Jesus would b< their missionary now ; and her words have been fulfilled He has, in very deed, taken care of them ; and you will be glad to know that your little packet has several times carried Mr. Snow to them, to spend a few days, while she should be gone to Ponape. It has been very pleasant for him to make these visits ; for he has always found new converts desirous of being baptized. Shall not this em courage us to plant the Gospel on every island of Micro- nesia ? Mr. Snow took with him to Ebon a young Christian named Selpas, to aid in making some translations, which he desired to complete for the Kusaieans. He was very helpful, and he set a good example of Christian liv- 64 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. ing before the natives of Ebon. At length he became sick, and was glad to return to Kusaie before he should die. When near his native island, and very feeble, Mr Snow asked him where he wanted most to be, expecting him to say, “ In Kusaie.” He replied, In heaven.” Mr. Snow then asked whom he most desired to see, thinking the answer would be, “ My mother ; ” but it was “ Jesus/' He was spared to reach Kusaie, and to see his mother for a few hours. Then he was taken to his home above ; and there he looks upon the face of the Blessed One, singing doubtless, (as he was wont to do so sweetly upon earth, but oh, how much more sweetly now,) — “ Okasak nunik on nu mwo, On nu sin Leum su es la ko; E? luwsel rca in on nu sel Luw kula/i Leum ma mwo nu lal.” (“ Awake, my soul, to joyful lays, And sing the great Redeemer’s praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving kindness, oh, how free.”) On the preceding page is a picture of Mr. Snow’s de- parture from the beautiful home of Selpas. The Morning Star is seen coming out of the harbor, of which I have spoken as so picturesque, and where at least two whale- ships have -been wrecked in trying to put to sea. In her wake is the fleet of native Christians, sadly following their teacher and friends as far as they dare. CHAPTER XVI. HER LAST VISIT TO THE MARQUESAS ISLANDS. I must now speak of the last visit of the Morning Sta i to the Marquesas Islands. Besides her usual freight, she STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 65 ok out two guns, two gold watches, two silver medals id other things, a gift from President Lincoln. “ But >w came she, a missionary vessel, to carry such things a heathen land,” you ask, u and that too from our good resident ? ” I will tell you. An American whale-ship having touched at the Mar- lesas Islands for supplies, the first mate (Mr. Whalon) Bnt ashore ; whereupon he was seized and dragged ray. Why ? That he might be killed and eaten ! nt what had he done ? Nothing. Wicked men from 3ru had landed there, and stolen a number of the Mar- lesans, to make slaves of them. One of these poor eatures was the son of a chief. The father, of course, as very angry. He was so angry, indeed, that he re- ived to kill and eat the first white men who should fall to his hands. And now the day of vengeance had une. The mate was in his power ! Others would have lien into the same snare, but for a Marquesan girl, liv- g in the family of Kekela, (mentioned in Chapter III.,) ho made signs to them to go back to their vessel, crying it, “ Pull away ! pull away ! ” Kekela and others made haste to rescue the mate. At •st the wrathful chief refused to give up his victim ; but } yielded at length to Kekela’s entreaties, and offered to ceive as a ransom his new six-oared boat, given him by s benefactor in Boston, which he greatly prized, and •eatly needed in his missionary work. But the good an did not hesitate a moment to accept the bard terms, nother chief interfered, however, and satisfied the fierce innibal with a gun and some other things. This story as told to our kind-hearted President ; and from his own oney, it is said, he gave five hundred dollars to be dis- ibuted among Mr. Whalon’s deliverers. You would be glad, I doubt not, to see the letter which ekela wrote to Mr. Lincoln ; but I have room for only part of it : — 5 66 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. u Greetings to you, great and good Friend ! ” “ My mind is stirred up to address you in friendship. “I greatly respect you for holding converse with sue humble ones. Such you well know us to be.” “Whe I saw one of your countrymen, a citizen of your gre? nation, ill-treated, and about to be baked and eaten, as pig is eaten, I ran to deliver him, full of pity and grief i the evil deed of these benighted people.” “ As to this friendly deed of mine in saving Mr. Whaloi its seed came from your great land, and was brought b certain of your countrymen, who had received the lov of God. It was planted in Hawaii, and I brought it t plant in this land and in these dark regions, that the might receive the root of all that is good and true, whic is love . “ 1. Love to Jehovah. “ 2. Love to self. “ 3. Love to our neighbor.” “ This is a great thing for your great nation to boa* of, before all the nations of the earth. From your grea land a mo3t precious seed was brought to the land o darkness.” “ How shall I repay your great kindness to me ? Thu David asked of Jehovah, and thus I ask of you, th President of the United States. This is my only pay ment, — that which I have received of the Lord, — aloha (love.) May the love of the Lord Jesus abound with yoi until the end of this terrible war in your land.” Alas, that the great and good man to whom it was ad dressed, did not live to see this letter ! When it reachct Washington our whole land was in mourning. STORY OF TIIE MORNING STAR. 67 CHAPTER XVH. HER LAST VISIT TO MICRONESIA. On the 17th of July, 1865, we went on board the Horning Star at Honolulu, not to return to the Gilbert slands, as we longed to do, but to bid “ good-bye ” to our ellow-laborers who were to sail for Micronesia. Among hem was Mr. Snow, who had so kindly left his work at Sbon to assist in caring for me on the passage to Hono- liIu. It was hard to part with your dear little vessel ! Rev. Mr. Emerson of Waialua, who sailed in her, and ouched at all the stations in Micronesia, has given an .ccount of what he saw. He first visited Tarawa, where here were two Hawaiian missionaries, Mahoe and Haina, f whom he speaks as follows : “ These brethren have >een about five years in this field. . . . They have erected wo good-sized meeting-houses and two school-houses. . . . Cheir own buildings were mainly erected by their own ands, and all look neat and more comfortable than we at rst enjoyed at the Sandwich Islands. ... I could not •ut admire these laborers, as men and women of warm earts and true devotion to the cause of our Lord and laster ; and we shall expect to hear that He has honored hem in His service.” 1 From Tarawa the Morning Star went to Apaiang. I m very thankful to learn with how much interest the eople heard from Mr. Snow an account of my sickness nd return to this country, and to know that the king and ueen continued to “ run well.” While Mr. Emerson saw *ss evidence of the Spirit’s presence among the Gilbert slanders than elsewhere, still he says, u There is much ccasion to give thanks and take courage.” The prayer-meeting which Mr. Emerson attended the Wednesday evening he spent at Ebon, “ was one of pecul- ir interest, and showed that there was a Christian feel- 68 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. ing among a people so recently heathen. Although bu partially clothed, their appearance was every way becoua ing and decent.” At an examination of the schools ther were present one hundred and twenty-five pupils, of whoi forty-four could repeat the Gospel of Mark. (How man i in the United States can do this ?) At Kusaie the Lord’s work was advancing in a ver; remarkable manner. They had only a part of the Ne^s Testament ; but they were studying it very carefully, Mi Emerson says, “ Not to know whether things are so, for o: that they have no doubt, but to know what they are The Gospel of John, which they have had for a year o more, is committed entirely to memory by many. Tha this people have simple, child-like confidence in God, is s apparent that no one can mistake it.” Leaving Mr. Snow with his people on Kusaie, th Morning Star went on to Ponape, where Mr. and Mrs Sturges had been for four years alone, with more thai they could do, earnestly begging for some one to com and help them. They were, therefore, very glad to so Mr. and Mrs. Doane, who were to be their fellow-laborers Mr. Emerson spent two weeks on this island, visiting different places, and finding much to interest him in th progress of the Gospel. Two new stations were commenced during this voyage Kanoa and Maka were placed on Butaritari, (leaving Aumai and Kapu in charge of Apaiang,) and Kapal was transferred from Namerik to Jaluit, (leaving Kaele makule alone.) On the former of these it was difficult t< gain a foothold ; but “ after much talk ” the king con sented to receive the two Hawaiians. Mr. Snow felt tha it was well Kanoa was present ; for it needed “ all hi amiable skill ” to succeed. The people feared that if th missionaries came, they would be obliged to give up al ♦heir wives but one, and that all the children would b obliged to attend schools, &c. But Mr. Snow satisfies them that no compulsion would be used. STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 69 On the 12th of December, 1865, the Morning Star eturned to Honolulu, thus ending her voyages as a mis- ionary vessel. She has done a noble work, and honored >e her memory ! Listen to the testimony of Rev. Mr. )amon, Seamen’s Chaplain at Honolulu, and editor of the ; Friend ” : “ Having advocated the building of the Morn- ng Star , having been present on her arrival at Honolulu n 1857, having witnessed her frequent departures for dicronesia and Marquesas, having welcomed her arrival rom those distant missionary fields, having once made a lelightful voyage in her through the Micronesian Islands, ind having been fully conversant with the management >f the little craft, during the entire period that she has >een sailing in the service of missions, it affords me much deasure in bearing testimony to the great assistance which he has rendered the missionary cause. A great and good vork has been accomplished by her aid. The hundred housand stockholders could not have invested their dimes ’ in a more paying enterprise.” CHAPTER XVIII. CONCLUSION. I have now told my story. But before we bid adieu our little vessel, let us take a parting glance at the nrork which the Morning Star has helped the missionaries, American and Hawaiian, to do. Of their labors in re- ducing four languages to writing, in translating portions )f the Scriptures into as many tongues, and in preparing *ood books in the same, I cannot speak at length. We have seen that when the Morning Star first visited Micronesia not a single convert had been baptized. Only a few pages had been printed, and that in a single lan- guage. Now two Gospels have been printed in the Mar- shall Island and Kusaiean languages, one quarter of the 70 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. New Testament in the Gilbert Island language, more than one Gospel in the Ponapean, to say nothing of hymn- books, primers, and other books in all the four languages. Go with me to Ponape, and let Mr. Sturges point you to more than two thousand persons, who “ are now by choice and in their sympathies on the Lord’s side.” “ There h much light on our little island,” he says. “ Everywhere the people are eager to hear the truth. One entire tribe has abandoned heathenism and declared itself 4 missionary.’ ” Places and objects, once held sacred, are now treated with scorn. 44 The highest priests tell me, and tell the crowd, that their gods and their teach- ings were all false. Every available reader is put to work in teaching 4 the book ; ’ and it is very gratifying to see the progress many are making.” He can point you to large congregations, 44 clothed and in their right mind.” He can show you his churches with nearly two hundred church-members, whom he believes to be true Christians. And now Mr. Snow will wish you to visit Ivusaie, that you may see the people whom he left nearly four years ago. He can show you a Sabbath-school of one hundred and eighteen pupils, of all ages, sitting in little circles on the floor, some of the classes touching the backs of others, and yet with no disturbance or confusion. He can point you to groups of Christians hungry for the Word of Life, lying around their little jacket-lamps at night, working their way through the new Gospel of Matthew or the new hymn- book, just taken out to them in the Morning Star. He will tell you that he never made a tour of the island when he found so much to cheer his heart. Of the people he will bear this striking testimony : 44 Formerly stupid as death, indifferent as the grave, they are now intensely in- terested in the Word and the Work of Life.” And you must go to Ebon also, and see the little church gathered among those wild savages, to whom the Morning Star took Dr. Pierson and Mr. Doane in 1857. When once on the Marshall Islands, however, you may be sure that the Hawaiian missionaries will hold you fast, STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 71 1 you shall have looked in upon their congregate ns and eir schools. But you will be richly repaid for the delay* hen you hear Aea (who is supported by the children * American missionaries at the Sandwich Islands) ask- g you, as he does his patrons, to praise God with him f singing a Hawaiian hymn, (227 or 161 T on account * his converts, beloved of Christ, who are valiant soldiers * the cross. He will say of them, “ They are very bold their work. If they meet a person in the road or sewhere, they stop him and propose to hold a meeting. . . They exhort their chiefs, having no fear of men, but unember ing Him who is able to destroy the soul in hell. I could wish to show you some fruit on the Gilbert lands, but I have said enough. The good work is still sing forward. The harvest is ripening, and soon, we ■ust, these isles of Micronesia will be full of the praise f our Saviour King, to whom be all the glory 1 And now, my dear young friends, I must bid you farewell ” Very pleasant has it been for me to do what have done, in telling you the story of your vessel. I we the Morning Star , my home for so many months upon le deep, when about iny Master's business. Many a irill has she sent through my heart. By the blessing of rod she has saved my life. Why should I not love her, nd her owners too? Why should I not, with a full eart, tell them of her, — of the good she has done to le, to my companions, and to the dying heathen ? How ould I consent to part with her, except in the confident ope that soon another and better u children’s vessel ” rould be ready to bear me hence again, “Far in heathen lands to dwell,” ier sails filled with the breath of prayer from ten time* en thousand youthful hearts ! Gentle reader, farewell ! “And when our labors all are o’er, Then we shall meet to part no more, — Meet with the blood-bought throng, to fall, And crown our Jesus, Lord of all I ” APPENDIX. SPECIMENS OF MICRONESIAN LANGUAGES. THE LORD’S PRAYER IN THE GILBERT ISLAND LANGUAGE. Tamara are i karawa, e na tabuaki aram. E na roko ueam : E tauaki am taeka i aon te aba n ai aron tauana i karawa. Ko na a i nira karara ae ti a tau iai n te bon aei. Ao ko na kabara ara bual ka mairoura n ai arora nkai ti kabara te buakaka mairouia aka ioawa nako ira. Ao tai kairira nakon te kaririaki, ma ko na kamaiui man te buakaka; ba ambai te uea, ao te maka, ao te neboaki, n s toki. Amene. THE LORD’S PRAYER IN THE MARSHALL ISLAND LANGUAGE. Jememuij i 1 on, en kwojarjar etom. En itok am ailiw. Jen komo mon ankil am i lol enwot dri 1 on. Ranin, letok non kim kijim rani Im jolok amuijjerawiwi, enwot kimuij jolok an armij jerawiwi jen kn Im jab tellok non mon, ak drebij kim jen nana. Bwe am ailira, i kajur, im wytak in drio. Amen. THE LORD’S PRAYER IN THE KUSAIEAN LANGUAGE. Papa tumus su in kosao, A’los oal payi. Togusai lalos tuk Orek ma nu fwalu, ou elos oru in kosao. Kite kit len si mi ma k mow mismi : A nunok munas nu ses ke ma koluk las, oanu k nunok munas sin met orek ma koluk nu ses. A tiu kol kit kut mel, a es kit la liki ma koluk, tu togusa'i lalos, a ku, a mwolanu, n patpat. Amen. FIBST YERSE OF “ THERE IS A HAPPY LAND,” IN THE PONAPEA LANGUAGE. “ Uaja kajalelia, Meto, meto, TJaja en ani mau, Marain, marain; Ar kaul mekajalel, Jijuj kom kamauri kit, Kitail kaul laut er kaul, Kaid meuare.” SEQUEL TO THE FOREGOING STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. SEQUEL TO THE FOREGOING STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 1866-1883. HE u Children’s Ship,” aftei she had sailed prosperously for ten j^ears, as described in the preceding u Story,” became so worn that it was deemed best to dispose of her and build another vessel better adapted to the work among the islands of the Pacific. She was therefore sold at the Sandwich Islands and after taking an- other name, the Harriet Newell , she went > sea and was never heard from again. The dear old name £ Morning Star was kept for the new ship which, in [ay, 1866, the children were asked to build. Aside from multitude of individuals, two thousand Sunday-schools leerfully responded to the call. It was supposed that, i addition to the money received for the old Star , about 13,000 would be needed, and it was proposed to devote 1 gifts beyond this sum to a fund to be used in keeping le vessel in repair. By September of that year the (Terings for this purpose amounted to over .$24,000, and 76 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. sums kept coming in for two years, until the who! amount contributed was $28,696.37. The vessel was built at East Boston, and sailed oi November 13, 1866, under command of Rev. Hiran Bingham, the Micronesian missionary who wrote th preceding story of the first Morning Star. Mi Bingham proved his fitness for the task committed t< him, by bringing the new Star safely around Cape Hori and into Honolulu Harbor on March 15, 1867, after a ver; short passage of 122 days. Two thousand Hawaiiai Sunday-school children marched to the wharf to sei fc -their ship”; for three or four thousand out of ou hundred and fifty thousand of her stockholders wer Hawaiians. It was on March 28, 1867, that the Star began he missionary work in the Pacific, still sailing under com m tnd of Captain Bingham. The plan for her yearly trip is to go from Honolulu first to the Gilbert Islands although they are the southernmost group, lying directly under the equator. This is in order to take advantag of prevailing winds and currents. Then she sails north west nearly a thousand miles to Ponape, taking the othe mission islands on the way. Since Micronesia began t< have foreign missions of her own, the Star has gon« from Ponape to the Mortlocks, and the missionarie; wish she had time to go still further. Often the love< and longed-for ship has to wait becalmed, miles out frou the anchorage, drifting about helplessly under the tropi cal sun. This sadly delays her work. In one of he 44 reports” to her youthful owners, the Star says: 44 came down flying from Ponape — I am going bac] 4 wallowing.’ I am doing the very best I can, and an glad no one complains at my slow progress. The onb approach to complaint is the natural remark, whicl rather mortifies me : 4 Now is the time for a steamer STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 77 >. for the power of steam ! ’ Well, I am sorry, and would ;Ladly do better. I am thinking of the dear ones at Rnape and Ebon, waiting for my return.” On coming back to Honolulu this year, 18G7, the Star ook Mrs. Snow and her children on their homeward way o America, leaving Mr. Snow alone at Ebon. Mrs. Snow iad been sixteen years absent from her native land. > onape was then reported as having nine meeting- louses, six or seven hundred readers, and 176 church aembers. The whole number of converts on all the elands that year was 144; from the first, 459; and f Quo- tations had been laid for yet more glorious things. In 1868, Captain Bingliam’s health obliged him to give ip the command of the Star . It was arranged that he hould go down yearly to the Gilbert Islands, to give ounsel and assistance, but spend the rest of the year at lonolulu, translating the Bible and preparing other »ooks for the natives. THE MORNING STAR IS WRECKED. The little ship kept on her way prosperously until )ctober 18, 1869. That day, having finished her Micro- lesian work for the year, she left Kusaie for Honolulu, lessrs. Snow and Sturges were on board for their return io America, and all were in buoyant spirits. At evening kayer they joyfully sang “ Homeward Bound,” but the Captain found when he went on deck after supper that he Star had been working in towards the island and vas dangerously near the reef. She had got into a trong current. Boats were lowered and began towing ler off shore. An anchor was let go in twenty fathoms >f water and held her till a severe squall came up. Reparations had been made to slip the cable, in case the vind should favor, and try to shoot out clear of the reef rith the fore and aft sails. But in trying to effect this 78 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. after the squall, instead of shooting ahead, she onb sagged off and soon struck the reef, broadside on. The surf was heavy, the shore rocky, and all hope for th< vessel was gone. The missionaries and all on board got safely to lane in a boat, though with great peril of their lives ; they als< saved some of their effects and the ship’s chronometers and charts. After a long month of waiting, they tool passage in the Annie Porter and reached Honolulu February 8, 1870. When the news of the wreck of the Star reachec America, her young owners were invited to give $10,00( towards replacing her. Her insurance was $18,000 Mrs. Sturges wrote a letter asking “ all the bright-eyed generous boys and girls,” to gather up their pennies anc pour out the contents of their banks. “At this holidaj season,” she said, “ when you are all wanting to make Christmas and New Year’s presents, you have use fo all your money. But will not this missionary ship b< a noble New Year’s gift to all of us — your uncles anc aunts, and thousands of dark-skinned cousins off in th< wide Pacific?” The children again responded to the call and a nev Morning Star was begun at East Boston. But even un der the efficient supervision of the Hon. Alpheus Hardy it takes time to build a ship. So, in 1870, there was n< beautiful Star to visit the far-off isles, bearing life, anc comfort, and joy. The ship Annie took down suppliei for the Hawaiian teachers and for Mr. Doane, anc brought back Mr. and Mrs. Bingham, who had gone t< Apaiang in the United States ship Jamestown. Mr Doane was the only American missionary in Micronesh for a part of that year. Yet, alone on Ponape, the Lore gave him unusual joy and success in his work, the Diviii' Spirit working with him, so that at every communion hi STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 70 received new Christians to the church — one hundred in all. Meanwhile, a strong and beautiful but plain ship was finished at East Boston, and sailed on February 27, 1871, under the command of Captain Matthews, for Honolulu. There the returning missionaries, Mr. and Mrs. Snow, Mr. and Mrs. Sturges, Mrs. Doane, and Mr. and Mrs. Bing- ham, with Mr. and Mrs. Whitney as reinforcements, were awaiting her. They had arrived, via San Francisco, the morning of July 3d, and the Star came booming around into Honolulu Harbor, with the flags flying and all sails set, that very afternoon ! JOYFUL WELCOME TO THE NEW SHIP. One can imagine the delight of the missionaries. They hastened on board. Mr. Snow wrote : 44 After trying our voices and our hearts in 4 The Morning Light is Break- ing,’ Mr. Sturges proposed that our thanks be offered in humble prayer to the kind Preserver ; in which Brother Bingham led us. renewedly consecrating the dear vessel to her blessed work of love and mercy among the islands. She is pronounced a success. How -joyously all we Micronesians take her to our hearts ! Precious treasure for our beloved work. God bless her, and her thousands of owners ! How often the expression is heard, 4 How like the one that we lost I It almost seems as if she had risen from her watery grave ! ’ ” And so, in the summer of 1871, a third Morning Star dawned on the waiting isles. We who have never known such isolation as Mr. Doane’s cannot conceive with what feelings he wrote: 44 The Morning Star reached us on the 13th of September, bringing me Mrs. Doane. How can I thank the Master of all for his care over her ! and how can I thank sufficiently the dear children at home for building the new ship, fitting her up so beautifully and 80 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. sending her forth on her errand of mercy ! And 1 trust our young friends will not think they can send anything too beautiful to help advance our Saviour’s cause. He himself is the One altogether lovely. Let me thank the children for this gift, and beg for one other — that they will give themselves to Jesus to be his soldiers, and to plant his banner on many a wild, heathen shore.” WEARY WAITING. The next year, 1872, the 27th of August had dawn- ed upon Ebon when Mr. Snow wrote: u Not a wore from home since we left San Francisco, in June of Iasi year, until yesterday, when the Narragansett brought American papers. We shall get accustomed to delays in our mail department, one of these days or years perhaps, so that we shall be more patient. But those dear children! the parental heart cannot well restrain the yearning for some word to break the long silence that we may at least know whether they yet live. We are trying to learn yet more of that 4 Like as a Father, and of the blessing those receive who not having seen have yet believed.” But the Star came at last and brought good news, and found the good work going on. From year to year the joy of Christ and his salvation had been spreading amon£ the Gilbert and the Marshall Islands. And natives of Ponape had been in training to become themselves missionaries to the isles beyond. Indeed, two Ponape teachers had been placed on Mokil, and an effort made, ii 1871, to land a couple on Pingelap, but the king refusee them admission. A white man had hired him to exclude missionaries for ten years, fearing that his wickec deeds would be hindered or reproved. However, twe Pingelap people had strayed away to Ponape, and there heard the glorious tidings of God and their Saviour STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 81 L'hey believed and accepted the truth, went home to ^ingelap, and induced their people to throw away every dol. The whole population joined in building the larg ;st church in Micronesia and also a large school-house, vhere they all gathered for instruction. They were waiting for missionaries. MISSIONS OF THE PONAPE BOARD. In 1873, the Star went on to Mokil and found the whole dult population waiting to be baptized ! \.t Pingelap he was welcomed by a thousand people, with every lemonstration of joy. I could not restrain the flow of ears,” wrote Mr. Sturges of this scene, 44 as I saw such l mass of humanity, very many with long beards white is the driven snow, and as many as four hundred children ;eated so prettily before the stand, and all so orderly. had to explain the cause of my tears. I told them I vas thinking of their sending me away two years ago. Then I wept in grief for them ; now it was joy. They ;aid, ‘We did not know then; now we know.’ And hey promised to feed the Ponape teachers the Star had >rought for them, and be father and mother, brothers nd sisters, to them. 4 We all will make them ours,’ aid they.” On the same trip, the missionaries settled on the Morl- ock Islands three couples of their Ponape children, ,mong whom was the beloved Princess Opatinia, with icr husband Opataia. After returning to Ponape, Mr. Purges wrote : fc4 Home again, with hearts full of praise o Him who has so kindly watched over us and our dear Morning Star, and, more especially, who has granted us pen doors to such interesting people. Ponape has now eachers among the heathen, and our churches will feel new life.” Mr. Doane wrote: 44 The teachers had only o knock; none were refused; the natives promising to PRINCESS OPATINIA, STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. 83 *are for them as their own, furnishing food and dwell- ngs without pay. It was a cheering thought all along hat this is the year of Ponape’s majority — twenty-one n her life of possessing Christian teachers. It made us reel strong to see how in this majority-year the young nission was girding herself for the work of Christ, and sending forth some of her most chosen sons and daugh- ters. Let me shout out, All hail and all praise to the youthful builders of the Morning Star!” In 1874, three new American missionaries, with their wives, gladdened the hearts of the lone workers in Micro- nesia. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were stationed at Apaiang, md Messrs. Logan and Rand at Ponape. But alas ! Mrs. Taylor lived only a few weeks. At Pingelap a vast throng of people greeted the Star , and Messrs. Sturges and Doane organized a church of seven members, at Satoan, Mortlock Islands. Opataia and “his queen- wife, looking every bit a queen,” awaited them on the beach, and led them to their tidy and home-like house. All the three Ponape teachers had learned the new language of their islands, and had good meeting-houses and attentive congregations. “It seemed more like a dream than a reality,” wrote the missionaries, “to find our spiritual children, so recently boys and girls in the filth of heathenism, now these men and women, all appearing well and more than happy in their high calling as mes- sengers of Christ.” RESULTS OF LABOR. Mr. Doane went to Honolulu in the Star that yeai, 1874, and there reported the results of twenty-one years labor in Micronesia. “ Four dialects had been reduced to writing and into all of them the New Testament, or portions of it, had been translated ; 2,500,000 pages of school-books and of the Scriptures had been printed. 84 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. There were three training-schools, and twenty churches with a membership of one thousand, giving forty-five conversions for each year of labor. These churches had sent forth ten native teachers, and, in 1874, had contrib- uted nearly a thousand dollars at the Monthly Concerts.’' In 1875, there were three churches of thirty-eight com- municants organized at the Mortlock Islands, and at Pingelap one hundred and six members were received to the church. In 1876, still greater things were done by these Ponape Foreign Missions. The Mortlock Christians received the missionary visitors and the Star with overflowing joy. Four more churches were established, making seven in all, with an aggregate of two hundred and ninety-eight members, and not one of the converts bap- tized by the missionaries the year before had died, not ont had gone astray, and every one had abandoned his pipe At Pingelap two hundred candidates were waiting tc be received into the fold.” A glorious day seemee dawning throughout Micronesia. Eight more churches were organized a mong the islands in 1877, and over five hundred new members were re- ceived. Of the four hundred people at Kusaie, on( hundred were church members. At Oniop, Mortlocks, the young church parted with its beloved teachers, giver them only a year before, in answer to loud calls fron heathen islands beyond. At first the people arguec against this and discussed it till ten o’clock at night Then they separated, all agreeing to pray much througl the night to Christ for light. Next morning they me by themselves, and soon sent a note to Mr. Sturges which read thus : u Are the teachers ours that we shoulc hold on to them? They belong to Jesus. If he want: them we would not keep them.” These islanders hat followed the Star , the year before, day after day ii their canoes, pleading for teachers; had built them : NATIVE PONAPE MISSIONARIES AT THE MORTLOCK ISLANDS. 86 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. model parsonage, and had most lovingly cared for and fed them. But the Gospel light they had received taught them to make sacrifices for those still in darkness. In 1878, Captain Isaiah Bray took command of the Morning Star , and she visited twenty-five islands. Again native teachers were removed from weeping, yet consent- ing, churches to heathen islands beyond. At one new island the people held up both hands in token that they would protect and support teachers; u keeping their hands up, seeming to think that the longer they held them up the surer they were of getting the teachers.” Hundreds of natives rushed into the water and liter- ally carried the Star's boat to dry land. RECENT RESULTS. The additions to Micronesian churches, reported in January, 1880, were four hundred and forty-eight ; in 1881, eight hundred and twelve. The Star has extended her trips to the great Ruk lagoon. Wonderful progress, amid various reverses, toils, hardships, and wearing delays, has continued to be the law of the mission life. Dr. and Mrs. Pease, and Mr. and Mrs. Walkup, have been added to the corps of laborers, and from time to time missionaries have, for various reasons, been withdrawn. The second Mrs. Taylor and the beloved veteran Mr. Snow have laid down the blessed work for the glorious rest. After Mr. Snow's death his faithful wife and fellow-worker returned to her solitary Kusaiean home, accompanied by Miss Cathcart, but illness soon obliged her to retire. In 1882, Mr. Sturges, who had been in America on account of ill-health, returned to Ponape, although Mrs. Sturges was unable to accompany him. Rev. Mr. and Mrs. Houston and Miss Fletcher went with him. Mr. Doane remains at his post. Mr. Logan returned to this country in 1882, after a fearful expe- rience of sickness, brought on by lack of proper food STOEY OF THE MOENING STAE. 87 at the Mortlocks, and of delays in reaching Auckland by a little trading-vessel. It was thought he would die if he waited for the coming of the Morning Star . In- deed the Star's long delays, in consequence of calms and contrary winds and currents, have been all along a trying and a dangerous thing for the missionaries. The increas- ing work at new islands is also too great to be done in time to allow the Star to return to Honolulu and be back again the next year with supplies. The mission- aries are eager for a steamer and their friends desire it as earnestly. But the expense of procuring and main- taining a steamer is very great. The present vessel is a brig, 98 feet long, with breadth of beam 26 feet, and measuring 181 tons. During her trip last year the Star had, besides her captain and two mates, a crew of eight men, seven of them Hawaiians and one a Caroline Islander. The cook and steward were both Chinamen. Excepting these Chinamen, all were professed Christian men. This year (1883) a compromise has been decided on for the present. A steam-launch is to be provided, to be carried ordinarily on the deck of the Morning Star ; and to be taken out for towing the vessel into lagoons, for landing pas- sengers and supplies, and also in case of calms, or when the ship i3 in danger of drifting upon the reefs. Before long the Star will be worn out. She may then be replaced by a ship with sails and also with auxiliary steam, and of sufficient capacity to do all needed work more thoroughly than has been possible hitherto. now IT LOOKS TO THE MISSIONARIES. An honored missionary lady writes feelingly of the need of such additional facilities : u The present Morning Star has reached the limit to which she can go. The dark islands beyond Euk are calling; must we turn a deaf ear to their cries for light? Must the work of the Lord 88 STORY OF THE MORNING STAR. there be thus crippled and hampered, and done in the slow way of a hundred years ago, in this age of science, and steam, and telegraphy, and when, in Christian Amer- ica, men everywhere in the world's business have all the appliances for convenience and speed which wealth can furnish? Are men more plenty than money? Is it easy to find those who are ready to go to that most isolated field, where mail and supplies come but once a year? And should not those who remain at home see to it that their representatives out on these far-away picket- posts are supplied with every means to make their work effective and with that which will minister to their health and comfort? I confess, too, that what I have seen and felt moves me in this matter. In a voyage to Micro- nesia I have endured a thirty day ? s cairn. While we were living at the Mortlock Islands my husband was pros- trated by overwork and insufficient food, and there was less than half a loaf of bread between us and hunger, and this because the Morning Star was delayed by calms in getting to us with supplies. Late? we took a weary, seasick voyage of fifteen days which, with a limited supply of steam, might easily have been accomplished in four days. Still later, we had another long and dreary voyage of seventy-nine days: days full of discomfort and of anxiety, and of peril to at least one life : days in which I saw my children look with eager, hungry eyes for nourishing food which they could not have, and turned away to hide my tears. It is not easy to speak of all this. Missionaries do not commonly bring to the front their trials and privations ; nor would I, but for the needs of the cause in Micronesia. I bring this before you because I believe that Christians at home will act upon it when they understand it.” Will not the churches and the chil- dren justify this confidence, and be ready in due time to build a vessel ’with steam-power attached, to carry the messengers of life to the islands of the Pacific? SECOND SEQUEL TO THE STORY OF THE “ MORNING STAR.” SECOND SEQUEL TO THE STORY OF THE “ MORNING STAR ” 1885. The story of the first Morning Star was written by Rev. H. Bingham, Jr., in 18G6. Seventeen years later, in 18S3, a sequel was added giving the history of the building of the second vessel in 1866, of her wreck in 1869, and of the construction of a third vessel of the same name, which, at the time the sequel was written^ had been twelve years in service. Another sequel must now be written, for the third Morning Star is a wreck on Kusaie, while the fourth Morning Star has been built, and has sailed away for service among the far-off islands of the Pacific. First the story of the wreck of the third vessel must be told* THE WRECK OF THE THIRD “MORNING STAR.” The packet had sailed from Honolulu June 22, 1883, on her annual voyage, and had nearly finished her work for the year, having made two tours through the Gilbert and Marshall groups, with the usual round by way of Ponape and the Mortlocks and Puk. Captain Garland, who was in command during the temporary absence of Captain Bray in the United States, gives the following account of the wreck : — 44 At seven o’clock, A.M., February 22, we were off the harbor of Kusaie, with a light wind from the northeast. I stood in toward the entrance, hoping that, as we neared the land, the wind would veer, and enable us to sail in. 92 SECOND SEQUEL TO THE As it did not, I tacked off shore and sent the second mate in a boat with a line to make fast to a kedge just at the entrance of the passage. (We have four station- ary hedges here to help warping in or out.) When the line was fast to the kedge I tacked and stood in for the harbor, shortening sail as I went. We got hold of the line all right, and made it fast, and immediately sent the boat with another kedge and line farther up the harbor, in the meantime clewing up all the sails except the mainsail. About this time the wind began to freshen, but was not strong at any time during the day. There was quite a heavy swell that morning on account of which it was not safe to anchor on the point of reef at the windward side of the entrance, as we sometimes, but not always, have done. It was also flood tide, which was favorable as long as we had hold of the line. “We had been hanging by the line for, say, ten or fifteen minutes, when it suddenly slackened, and then became taut. This was repeated several times. As the vessel was going astern in the meantime I supposed the kedge had pulled through the reef. If we had been in shallow water I would have let go an anchor instantly, but that was out of the question, for we were in thirty- five fathoms, and so near the breakers that to give her chain enough to hold would surely have placed her on the rocks. “ As soon as I felt sure the kedge was loose I let go the line and tried to box her round, head to north, on the starboard tack. She went the other way in spite of all we could do. I then let the mainsail run do .vn, and set the jibs and lower topsail to help her, blit before she could turn the swell threw her head on to the rocks, striking three times heavily. The first two seas broke over the stern. The third threw her broadside on to the reef, head to the north, each succeeding wave carrying her farther up the reef. 93 STOKY OF THE “MOKNING STAK.” u The whole thing was done in less than five minutes. . . . We then got the boat alongside and landed the passengers, chronometers, etc. Then we began with the provisions, and saved most of them. We also saved some of the sails, boats, oars, etc. We had but very little freight on board and most of it was saved, more or less damaged by water.” After the wreck Captain Garland and Mr. Rand remained on Kusaie for six weeks, when they decked over one of their boats and, with supplies for two months, set sail for Ponape. Reaching that island in safety, Captain Garland took passage in a vessel bound for Hong-Kong, and so reached the United States, bring- ing the news of the wreck. Even before these tidings had reached Honolulu a vessel had been chartered to take Mr. and Mrs. Logan and Miss Palmer to Micronesia, together with needed supplies for the American and Hawaiian missionaries. A NEW VESSEL, “ MORNING STAR” NUMBER FOUR. It was most providential that some months before the wreck of the Star occurred, plans had been made for the construction of another vessel, so that by the time the tidings of the loss reached the United States the new craft was well on toward completion. It had been foreseen, in view of the growing work in Micronesia, that a larger vessel was absolutely necessary ; and on account of the calms and currents prevailing in the Pacific, and the special peril connected with entering lagoons by sailing-vessels, it was deemed desirable that auxiliary Steam-power should be secured. In December, 1883, therefore, an appeal was issued to the children and youth of the land for $45,000, the sum necessary to build the vessel demanded. Responses, in the form of pledges of aid, came so speedily that two 95 STOBY OF THE “ MOEKKG STAE.” months after, in February, 1884, it was announced that the Prudential Committee felt warranted in deciding to build the vessel at once. The contract was made with the New England Shipbuilding Company, of Bath, Maine, and on Wednesday, August 6, 1884, after prayer and song, and amid the cheers of some two thousand people, the Morning Star Number Four glided into the waters of the Kennebec Elver. Honorable Alpheus Hardy, chairman of the Prudential Committee, who had special charge of the construction of the vessel, wrote the following letter to her stockholders describing their ship : — 44 To Sabbath-school Children , Owners of the Missionary Packet , Morning Star: — 44 Your ship is afloat, launched into her new home, and she looks far happier and more beautiful on the quiet Kennebec than when perched upon wooden blocks in the shipyard. The launching of a ship, large or small, is always a stirring and interesting event. The gifted son of Maine was inspired by it, and described it in poetry and song. But the launching of your ship is invested with more than ordinary interest. I doubt if any ship ever had so many owners, of such age and character. She is unlike other ships in that she is not ‘for sale or charter.’ She is not, after reaching Hono- lulu, 4 for freight or passage.’ The cargo and passengers are all of a unique character. She is laden with 4 Good News,’ 4 Glad Tidings,’ 4 Peace on earth and goodwill to men.’ Her passengers are to be messengers of peace, and her destination 4 the isles of the sea,’ and these isles shall be made glad because of her coming. 44 This Morning Star is about three times as large as the first missionary packet, and is more than twice as large as either of the last two — the first being about one hundred and fifty tons, the last two nearly two 96 SECOND SEQUEL TO THE hundred tons ; this one, by old or carpenter’s measure- ment, is four hundred and thirty tons. If the room gained by the hurricane-deck were added, it would, by the same measurement, make her about four hundred and seventy-one tons. She is also unlike her predecessors in her rig. They had but two masts; this one three. (See your certificates of stock.) They had but one deck; this one two, there being over the maindeck a light one which, like an awning, will shield those on board from the scorching sun and other exposures in the tropics. This awning is called, in marine language, a 4 hurricane- deck,’ affording a fine opportunity for exercise and observation. Between it and the maindeck are cabins, cookhouse, sailors’ forecastle, besides ample room for the needed supplies for the missionaries and the native converts, such as clothing, lumber for their school- houses, chapels, etc. The state-rooms for the mission- aries are large, airy, and healthful, and in all the details of construction it has been the aim of the Prudential Committee to provide for the health of the missionaries, the native teachers, and all on board. Unlike her pre- decessors, she has limited steam-power, to be used only in calms and adverse currents, thus avoiding the perils which have caused the loss of the last two packets. The Prudential Committee would gladly have avoided the heavy expense necessary to provide and maintain steam- power, but the dangerous navigation, the long delays caused by calms, with the urgent calls to extend the mission work to distant islands, compelled them to pro- vide it. They will, however, give instructions that steam shall be employed only when positively needed, and in harmony with our missionary policy of strict economy, 44 You should be congratulated, children, on the high privilege accorded you in building this vessel. No other of our mission fields requires a little ship, and by the 97 ST Oil Y OF THE “MORNING STAR.” time yours is too old for service, it is quite certain the channels of commerce, created and made inviting by missionary work, will be filled with suitable convey- ances, not our own, and far less expensive. You are all missionaries. A ship-owner is a trader with all the countries to which he sends his ships. You are mission- aries to all the islands to which you send the Star, specifically so. Your contribution is not merged in the great treasury of the American Board, but it is in the Morning Star, and she, whether in port or at sea, is doing your work, conveying missionaries, with supplies for body, mind, and soul, to a multitude of human beings, each of whom will have occasion to say of you : 4 1 was an hungered, and ye gave me meat ; naked, and ye clothed me ; I was in prison [in my lonely isle] , and ye came unto me,’ bringing Christian knowledge, and civilization, and hope. In no sense do those who sus- tain missionaries do so more directly than you are doing. In sending your ship you send your money again and again. She courses, visits, works for you, while you study, play, or sleep. And in all your growing youth, while preparing for active, individual service in life, your ship will be repeating its mission to the islanders, who live ignorant of most of the abundant blessings you enjoy. 44 One thing more. Follow your white-winged floating messenger with your daily prayers for her safety and success. ‘ 4 Your fellow-laborer, 44 Alpheus Hardy.” THE CAPTAIN’S DESCRIPTION. A more technical description of the new vessel, cover- ing some matters not alluded to in Mr. Hardy’s letter, was jR’epared by Captain Bray, and is here given : — 98 SECOND SEQUEL TO THE The first feature to attract attention is the figure- head, standing prominently out under the bowsprit. It is a life-sized figure of a woman, with a simple crown, ornamented with a small gilt star. She points with the index finger of the right hand to the words of the open Bible held in the palm of the left hand. As viewed from the exterior all judges pronounce the vessel 4 a beauty ’ in lines and model. The white stanchions and plates of the hurricane-deck, resting upon the main-rail, and extending from the fore to mizzen-rigging, add greatly to the beauty and symmetry of the whole. 44 Proceeding on board to the afterpart of the vessel, we stand upon a small quarter-deck, extending from taffrail to mizzen-rigging. From the quarter-deck a com- panionway leads to the cabin. It is built in a house thirty-six by twenty feet, with large sliding windows and blinds upon each side. Upon either side of the after-companionway is the entrance to the respective toilet-rooms for ladies and gentlemen, and next forward Is the saloon, extending from side to side of the house, with stationary sofas upon each side. From this saloon a state-room upon either side is entered, while in the cen- tre, through a curtained alcove, is the entrance to the forward cabin, or dining-room, upon the port side of which are two state-rooms, and upon the starboard side a pantry and another state-room. 44 Both cabins are lighted through skylights above, and are finished neatly and substantially in polished ash and black walnut. Each state-room is supplied with berths, drawers, washstand, chair, mirror, and every conven- ience. At the forward end of the cabin a companionway leads to the upper-deck on the port side, and a door to the maindeck on the starboard side. Upon the main- deck, between the houses, is the mainhatch and engine- room, upon either side of which are large, cool accom- modations for the native passengers and teachers, where STOKY OF THE “MOKNING STAE.” 99 large swinging ports can be opened or closed as wind and weather require. Next is the forward-house, thirty by twenty feet, with a covered passage and large win- dows upon both sides. It contains a storeroom, kitchen, room for cook and steward, cabin for Hawaiian mission- aries, and room for sailors. Forward of all is the top- gallant-forecastle, six feet high in the clear, containing a Hyde's patent windlass, sail and other lockers, and eight spare berths. Upon the substantial hurricane- deck all the working of the ship is to be done. Between the fore and main masts another house is placed, con- taining a pilot-house, upper saloon, captain’s room, and rooms for chief mate and engineer. Upon this deck there is opportunity for a promenade of nearly one hundred feet. She is to be rigged as a barkentine, that is, with yards upon the foremast, and fore-and-aft sails upon the main and mizzen masts. The mainmast is of iron, in order to use it for a smokestack. The spars are longer than are usually put into a vessel of her size, as the region of her sailing is one of light airs and calms, and every yard of canvas she can spread is desirable. Her sails are of the best cotton duck, and the standing rigging of wire. u The hold is divided into three watertight compart- ments, the centre or midship compartments being occu- pied by engine, boilers, and coal-bunkers. She is sup- plied with a compound engine, calculated to give seven knots of speed per hour, or say one hundred and fifty horse X>ower, and a propeller of two blades, seven feet in length, which can be secured, when not in use, in a perpendicular position behind a wide sternpost, and thus avoid becom- ing a drag. Her two boilers are of steel, and have stood a test of one hundred and eighty pounds pressure. The length of keel is one hundred and thirty feet, with thirty feet beam and twelve feet hold. Her gross tonnage is 471.05 tons, but deducting room of engine, boilers, and 100 SECOND SEQUEL TO THE crew, she has only a registered tonnage of 290.45 tons. She is built of hack and Southern pine, and thoroughly salted throughout all her frame.” THE DEPARTURE. The new vessel, after being fitted and furnished at Bath, sailed for Boston the latter part of September, and was visited while at the wharf by thousands of people, who were greatly delighted with her construction and arrangements. On Monday, October 27, in the pres- ence of a great crowd of friends covering the deck and the wharf, religious services were held. The hymns, u The morning light is breaking,” and “Waft, waft, ye winds His story,” were sung, and after brief addresses by Dr. Alden, Dr. Strong, editor of the Herald , and Captain Bray, Bev. Dr. Withrow, pastor of Park- street Church, led in prayer, and Bev. Dr. March, of Woburn, pronounced the benediction. On November 5 the vessel sailed from the port, and the few friends who accompanied her down the harbor, to return with the pilot, again joined in praises and prayer, and the gallant ship stood away for Honolulu. The full sum ($45,000) required for the building of the vessel was nobly provided by the children and their friends, young in their sympathies and feeling, if not in years. Not less than eleven persons, who were over one hundred years of age, were on the list of subscribers to the stock of the new vessel. STORY OF THE “ MORNING STAR. : 101 FROM BOSTON TO HONOLULU. BY CAPTAIN ISAIAH BRAY. To the Owners of the Morning Star : — The Star sailed from Boston on November 5, 1881, a bright, sunny day, with a fair wind, a goodly company of friends accompanying us to return on the tug. Before these friends left us they gathered at the gangway and sang, u Waft, waft, ye winds,” etc., and we had a parting prayer. When we were left alone our decks seemed de- serted, for there were but fifteen of us left. These were : the captain, first mate, second mate and engineer (one man), chief engineer, cook, steward, and six seamen, the captain’s wife and daughter, and Arthur Logan, who was returning to his parents at Ruk. But our hands were at the plow and we were starting about our Father's business and we must not look back. But for all that, many a glance was directed to the towboat as we rapidly separated in opposite directions and we saw the boat and friends fast going out of sight. Could those friends have seen the vessel twelve hours later, how thankful they would have been that they were on shore ! A strong northwest gale was chasing us with a fury that seemed eager to overwhelm us. Large waves rolled on board threatening to founder us, but the noble vessel would shake them off and again leap ahead under the close-reefed topsail, the only little sail she could carry, and, as the wind screamed through the rigging, it seemed as if even that would blow from the bolt-rope. All that night we watched and worked in the waves, doing our best to keep the Star from foundering. We were glad to see the daylight, when a scene of wild grandeur was presented to our view. Land was no longer in sight, and no other sail could be seen, — nothing but the vast ocean, and that lashed into a fury around our little vessel that seemed only a toy upon it. 102 SECOND SEQUEL TO THE For three days the gale continued, and when it abated we had left Boston five hundred and forty miles astern. We then directed our course to the northeast trade-winds region. But we found very light and variable winds, and we did not reach the equator for thirty-three days after leaving Boston. We could not tell whether we had a fast- sailing vessel or not. One tiling, however, we were de- lighted to learn concerning the sailing qualities of the Morning Star , that in light winds she could sail faster and easier than any vessel any of us had ever sailed in. That was one of the most important points we could have gained for Micronesia, as there is little else than these light winds there. Down through the region of the southeast trade-winds we had the same light, variable winds. We saw the Brazil coast in the distance as we passed Cape St. Roque. The next land seen was the coast of Patagonia, near Cape Blanco, in latitude 46° S. Then we sailed down the coast only a few miles from the land, and kept it in sight till we entered Magellan Straits. It is a barren, desolate-looking country, apparently with- out people or vegetation. The voyage became more interesting from the time of sighting the Patagonia coast, January 12th until the 16th, when we reached the entrance to the Magellan Straits. We did not wish to enter at night and came to anchor. The nights were short, however, and the days long in that region. It was not dark till between nine and ten o'clock in the evening, and light again at two o'clock in the morning. As soon as it was light on the 17th all hands were called, for the Morning Star was then to be transformed from a barkentine to a steamer , and we were to have the first advantage of steam-power in our missionary packet. As a sailing-vessel we had been steering with the wheel STORY OF THE “ MORNING STAR.” 103 at the after-end, but now we changed the gear to the wheel in the pilot-house forward. The sails were all furled in a snug manner, top-gallant and royal-yards sent on deck, the fires started, anchor hove up, and we steamed into the Straits against a head wind. On the shore, at the entrance, sat a large flock of pen- guins, and over our heads soared a noble great albatross, and here and there a seal would show his head above the water. It was a perfect day in all respects. Upon each side of the Straits large volumes of smoke rose high in the air from hundreds of fires, the object of which we could not imagine, but from the appearance it seemed that Terra del Fuego has well been called “the land of fire.” Just before dark we entered the u First Narrows,” steaming five knots an hour, and having a fair tide of seven knots more. We were soon rushed through these narrows into Philip Bay, sixty-five miles from the entrance of the Straits, where we came to anchor a short distance from the Terra del Fuego side. The next day was Sunday, and we lay at our anchorage and had a day of rest indeed. Monday morning, January 19, with a fair tide, wind, and steam, we rushed, rather than sailed, across Philip Bay, through the Second Nar- rows, and at 3 P.M. reached Sandy Point, the only for- eign settlement in the Straits belonging to Chili. To the eye of even a sailor there is but one indication that the Morning Star is anything but a sailing-vessel, and that is the pilot-house forward. Having hard coal, not a particle of smoke appeared to escape through the long iron mast. As we passed around Sandy Point and came in sight of the steamers and the town we took in the lower topsail, the last sail we had set, and steamed to the anchorage without even the noise of a whistle, a wonder to all observers, as there was still no smoke to be seen. The harbor-master soon came on board and his first words 104 SECOND SEQUEL TO THE were: “Captain, what are you, anyway ? — the Phantom Ship? ” Remaining two days at Sandy Point, from which place we sent letters home by way of Valparaiso, we brought fresh water on board, obtained fresh beef, mutton, and vegetables, and started on our way again. All that night we steamed through a fog and rain, only occasionally getting a view of the land on one side or the other. The next day, January 22, it blew another gale, and all that day we were in about the same position, sometimes gain- ing a few ship lengths, and again losing it. Passing from Sandy Point to the western entrance of the Straits we look upon high mountains covered with grass and trees ; great valleys, with waterfalls and cascades ; beautiful sheltered harbors ; upon other ranges of mountains high in the clouds and covered with snow and ice. Beautiful glaciers of immense length wind down the valleys to the water, where they break and float away. I could not help thinking what a splendid coast it would be for some of our owners if they could slide down those long, blue, icy glaciers. Just before dark, January 23, we passed Cape Pillar, the western point of land on the Terra del Fuego side, and the Morning Star steamed gracefully into the Pacific Ocean, where we hope she will spend a useful life, shed- ding her bright rays over the darkness of this ocean. By eleven o’clock we were a good distance from the land, and, having a strong breeze, set sail, let the fires go down, put the steersman at the wheel on deck, and again became a sailing-vessel. We entered the Straits from the Atlantic Saturday morning, January 17, and left them to enter the Pacific the following Friday evening, January 23. We had steamed seventy-five hours of that time, and anchored only twice. We were both surprised and delighted to STORY OF THE “ MORNING STAR.” 105 find ourselves through that difficult part of the voyage, in less than half the time we had expected. We soon en- tered the delightful southeast trade-winds region, where we were not disappointed in finding moderate, steady trade-winds, that took us to the equator in the Pacific in thirty five days from the Straits; and in fifteen days more we steamed safely into Honolulu, after a passage of 130 days. Here we anchored about noon on Sunday, March 15. As we came into the harbor a great many friends drove down upon the wharf, as they were on their way home from church, to get the first look at the new missionary vessel, and quite a number came on board to greet us. Thus ended the first voyage of the new Star. THE FIRST VOYAGE TO MICRONESIA. While at Honolulu three special services were held aboard the vessel. First came an entertainment, at which about $60 were raised for the benefit of the Ponape Training School. The “Cousins’ Society” also held its regular monthly meeting on board, with brief addresses from Judge Judd, Captain Bray, Messrs. Bingham, Bishop, Forbes, and Dr. Hyde. On one Sunday the Hawaiians held a meeting on board, and some of the Hawaiian teachers who have labored in the Gilbert Islands, among them Leleo, the blind missionary from Apaiang, spoke briefly. After a short time in port for necessary repairs and supplies, the fourth Morning Star set out from Honolulu for its first missionary voyage May 2, 1885. For passen- gers there were Rev. W. N. Lono, wife, and daughter, Mrs. Haina, Arthur Logan, making with the crew, the captain and his f amity, twenty persons in all. The fol- lowing Scriptures and schoolbooks in different languages were taken out to the mission : In the Gilbert Island, the New Testament and the hymnbook prepared by Rev. II. 106 SECOND SEQUEL TO THE Bingham ; in the Marshall Island, the Book of Genesis, prepared hy Rev. J. F. Whitney, and an arithmetic pre- pared by Rev. E. M. Pease ; in the Ponapean, the Epistles of the New Testament, translated by Rev. E. T. Doane. By the aid of the auxiliary steam-power the usual de- lays from calms and head winds and difficult landings were happily avoided, and Tapiteuea, in the Gilbert group, was reached May 23, just three weeks from Hono- lulu. The passage through the group, to take on board the teachers and preachers for the Annual Meeting on Kusaie, which before had required from sixteen to sixty- two days, was accomplished in ten days. June 12 Kusaie was reached, and the Star was joyfully welcomed by the missionaries and natives. After five days she proceeded to Ponape, landing mail and supplies, and taking Mrs. Rand and her daughter on board for the benefits of a sea voyage. At Kusaie, July 1, Mr. Walkup and the general meeting of Gilbert Island missionaries and pupils were taken on board for the yearly visit to the several islands, making seventy-two souls in all. The tour of the Gilbert group was all accomplished in twenty- nine days, with abundance of time for the necessary work at each of the islands. On the voyage back to Kusaie, two new islands, Ocean and Pleasant, were visited; a teacher, Isaac, from Tapiteuea, was left on Ocean Island, and the promise was given to bring teachers to Pleasant Island next year. All this work occupied only half the time required by the old Star. On arriving at Ponape, August 31, it was found that Mr. Sturges had suffered from a paralytic shock, and the brethren at Ponape voted that the Star should take Mr. Sturges at once to Hono- lulu, via Ruk, before doing any more work. Accordingly the Star proceeded to Ruk, arriving September 10. After a two days’ rest the voyage was renewed, and the Star entered the harbor of Honolulu, October 25 . The return lo Micronesia began November 19 . STORY OF THE “ MORNING STAR” 107 The Lagoon of Ruk, of which a sketch is here given, comprises ten high islands of considerable size and many smaller ones ; is situated near the centre of the Caroline group, and is the farthest point west in the 108 STORY OF THE “MORNING STAR.” group yet occupied by our missionaries. Mr. Logan and family are located on Wola (Uola), where there is a church and several schools. Native preachers and help- ers from the Mortlocks and Ponape are at work on Uman, Toloas, Fefan, Utot, and other islands. It is estimated that at least twelve thousand souls are now accessible to missionary effort within this lagoon, and the work is advancing in a steady, hopeful way. STORY OF THE “ MORNING STAR.’ 5 109 SUPPLEMENTARY NOTE. The foregoing pages tell the story of four vessels, each bearing the name of The Morning Star , bringing the story of No. 4 down to her first voyage in Micronesia. This story of the four vessels is often called for, and need not be rewritten. But the work in the island groups has passed through so many changes, and covers so many details, that in reprinting this pamphlet it is not deemed best to attempt to connect with it the later story of the missionary work in Micronesia, especially as that story has now been given to the public in the volume published by the Board, prepared by Mrs. Theodora C. Bliss, entitled, “Micronesia: Fifty Years in the Island World”. Referring to that volume for the general history, this note will simply cover the account of the missionary vessels that have been employed by the Board since 1885, when The Morning Star No. 4 was in Micronesia, under the command of Captain Isaiah Bray. Year by year the vessel made her annual voyage, Captain George F. Garland having taken command in 1887, continuing in command until 1901, when the vessel was deemed unsuited for the service. In the years which followed, other vessels were employed. The Vine was chartered, and served a year or two. The Carrie and Annie was bought in 1901, and made several tours through the island groups. But both of these vessels were unsatisfactory, and their employment was deemed only temporary, till something better could be provided. In order the more fully to meet the needs of the western section of the Caroline Islands, in 1890 a schooner of about fifty tons burden was built in San Francisco, and was named The Robert W. Logan, in grateful memory of the faithful missionary who died on the island of Ruk. This schooner cost about $5,f 00, and was launched August 10, 110 STORY OF THE “MORNING STAR.” 1890. She rendered excellent service for three years, and then went to Japan for needed repairs, sailing from Yokohama, on her return August 7, 1894. Rut the vessel has never been heard from since. Captain Poulson was the only American on board. The need of such a craft was so great that another schooner, bearing the same name, was built in 1895, and sailed for Ruk the same year. This vessel was wrecked on the Mortlock Islands in 1898. The call for a small vessel for use in the Gilbert Islands was very great, and in 1892 Rev. A. C. Walkup, who was a missionary on Kusaiein charge of the Gilbert Islands work, asked for a launch which he could make his home, touring most of the time among the islands of the Gilbert group. This vessel was named The Hiram Bingham , in honor of the missionary who first went to the Gilbert group, who was for a time captain of the second Morning Star , and who subsequently translated the whole of the Bible into the language of the Gilbert Islands. This vessel has a gasoline engine, and has proved most serviceable through- out the Gilbert group. The natives of these islands con- tributed $1,0( 0 toward its cost. Mr. Walkup has, by its aid, been enabled to move with ease among the islands, and render invaluable missionary service wherever it was needed. This little craft, with its heroic missionary cap- tain is still in active service. In 1904, three years after The Morning Star No. 4 was sold, a steamer, w 7 hich had borne the name of The Sunbeam, was purchased, and, after being refitted, was given the name of Morning Star No. 5. Her cost was $37,000 She was a full steamer, and not fitted with sails, except such as could be used in an emergency. She had a measurement of about 400 tons net, and was admirably adapted for such work as was required in Micronesia. She sailed from Boston, June 11, 1904, under the command of Captain George F. Garland. She took the eastern route, by way of the Mediterranean and Suez Canal, and arrived at Ponape on October 27, 1904. She immediately made tours to the STORY OF THE “MORNING? STAR.” in eastward, touching at Pingelap and Kusaie, afterwards visiting the other groups. She was able to render impor- tant services, and was greatly admired by the missionaries as well as by the natives. If it were not for the expense of her maintenance, there could be no question as to her con- tinuance in the work. But it was found, greatly to the surprise and disappointment of both the mission and the Prudential Committee at home, that it was impossible to secure the coal, without which the vessel could not move, except at an exorbitant price. The vessel had not capacity enough to carry coal that would last through a round voyage either from Sydney or from the United States, and such coal as she needed must be brought by freight to Micronesia. This made the cost of her maintenance excessive. In the meantime, changes had been going on in Micro- nesia, which materially altered the situation. Steamship lines had been established, offering communication every three months to the principal islands of the Marshall and Caroline groups, and, beyond this, there were passing to and fro among the groups a number of vessels which could be chartered for a limited period for the use of the missionaries. Most of the missionaries for the Marshall and Gilbert groups had come to believe that the work for those islands could best be carried on within the two groups, and not by transporting pupils to Kusaie for training there. These circumstances, together with the revelation of the cost of maintaining The Morning Star, have led to the conviction that the work in Micronesia can be carried on as effectively and at much less expenditure by other means than by the support of such a vessel as The Morning Star No. 5. Smaller vessels, like launches, may be employed to serve in the Gilbert Islands, the Mortlocks and Ponape, and the Marshall Islands, while larger vessels can be chartered for trips of a month or six weeks to do the larger work. It was, therefore, decided, though not without much regret, 112 STORY OF THE “MORNING STAR.” to sell this last vessel, and use other means for transporta- tion throughout the island world. In a different form there will still be need of a missionary navy, although without a single large vessel. It is expected to carry on this work effectively by means of smaller craft, which can be much more economically maintained.