Scarcely had she dropped her anchor when several canoes paddled alongside. The native hailed one of them, and the people in her came on board. They were soon affectionately greeting him, while the rest of the crew were engaged in buying fruits and vegetables and various articles which the others had brought.
In a short time he came aft to Captain Gray. The information he gave was satisfactory. When he had left the island the people had been heathens, and he had expected to find them in the same condition. Two native catechists had, however, been for some time among them, and an English missionary had a few months before arrived, whose house was situated on the shores of another bay at a little distance; he had been sent for, and would probably, ere long, be on board. Peter, knowing the treacherous character borne by many of the South Sea Islanders, had resolved not to allow his crew to go on shore, or permit more than a few natives at a time on board; he had now, however, no fears for the safety of his ship.
Peter was in his cabin, when a message was brought him that a canoe was coming off, with a white man in her.
“He must be the missionary,” he said, and hurried on deck to welcome him. The canoe came alongside, and an old man in a seaman’s dress, with white hair streaming from under his hat, stepped on board. Peter, shaking him by the hand, inquired whether he was the missionary he was led to expect would pay him a visit.
“Oh, no, sir! he is a very different sort of man to me; I only wish I was him,” was the answer. “He will be here soon, I doubt not. I came aboard to ask whether the ship was homeward bound, and you would let me work my passage in her; I have got some strength left in my old arms yet.”
“I’ll gladly give you a passage, my man,” said Peter, “if you desire to return to England. Have you been long out in these parts?”
“Ay, sir, many a year—I forget how many, for I lost all count of time when I lived among the savages, but I reckon it carefully now since I have been brought to my right mind by Mr Wilson, the missionary you have heard tell of.”
“I should have thought that at your age you would have been content to remain with him and lend him a helping hand,” answered Peter, trying to restrain hopes and feelings rising in his breast which he feared might be disappointed. “The assistance of a Christian white man would be of great value to him.”
“That maybe, sir,” answered the old man, “but there are those at home I long to see again. I left them years ago, and was shipwrecked upon these islands. For some time I had no chance of escaping. Living among the savages here, I grew to live as they lived, and forgot my home and friends. Since I have learned to love God I have been longing to see my family again, but I have not been able to get back, for I have been away on the other side of the island each time a ship has touched here. If you had left a wife and a little boy at home as I have, you would wish to get back to set your eyes again on them, and hold them in your arms.”
“A wife and a little boy!” exclaimed Peter, unable longer to restrain his eagerness to learn who the old man was. “Tell me their names, and where they lived.”