"Aue,[21] Williamu, Aue, Tama!" (Alas, Williams, Alas, our Father!)
And the chief Malietoa,[22] coming into the presence of Mrs. Williams, cried:
"Alas, Williamu, Williamu, our father, our father! He has turned his face from us! We shall never see him more! He that brought us the good word of Salvation is gone! O cruel heathen, they know not what they did! How great a man they have destroyed!"
John Williams, the torch-bearer of the Pacific, whom the brown men loved, the great pioneer, who dared death on the grey beach of Erromanga, sounds a morning bugle-call to us, a Reveillè to our slumbering camps:
"The daybreak call,
Hark how loud and clear I hear it sound;
Swift to your places, swift to the head of the army,
Pioneers, O Pioneers!"[23]
FOOTNOTES:
[21] A-oo-ay.
[22] Mă-lee-ay-to-ă.
[23] Walt Whitman.