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SOCIOLOGICAL RESEARCH
Contents:
Learning Objectives
Using Text Boxes to stimulate Class discussion topics
discussion Topics for students research
Classroom activities Audiovisual suggestions
Video suggestions Additional readings
Key points from the text Thinking About Movies
Additional lecture ideas
Learning Objectives
Research Today: Surveying Cell Phone Users. The text asks students to Apply theTheory by answering two
questions: 1) What problems might result from excluding cell phone-only users from survey research? 2) Which of
the problems that arise during telephone surveys might also arise during Internet surveys? Might Internet surveys
involve some unique problems?
Social Policy and Sociological Research: Studying Human Sexuality. Have students read the text box and then
encourage them to Apply the Theory by answering these three questions: 1) When studying human sexuality, what
theoretical perspective(s) would advocate high levels of objectivity and neutrality? 2) Would you be willing to
participate in a study related to sexuality if you were asked? 3) For feminist researchers, what might be a major goal
or purpose of any study on human sexuality?
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Video Suggestions
Obedience. Closed captioned, VHS, c 1965 , renewed 1993. This film documents Stanley Milgram’s research on
obedience to authority, using black and white film shot at Yale University in 1961 and 1962. Subjects thought that
they were administering electric shocks of increasing severity to another person, who was supposed to be learning a
list of random word pairs. Milgram was surprised that over 65% of the subjects administered what they believed to
be lethal electrical shocks, simply because an experimenter told them it was “necessary” for them to continue. The
film shows both obedient and defiant reactions, and subjects explain their actions after the experiment.
Application: The video can be used to raise many issues central to research methods, particularly ethics (it is a
“classic” example of an unethical experiment), research design, independent and dependent variables,
operationalization, and control variables. For more information, see http://www.stanleymilgram.com/milgram.php .
For the CSAA code of ethics, see http://www.csaa.ca/structure/Code.htm .
Ask a Silly Question. 1997, CBC, 48 minutes. This is a funny, lighthearted video with serious content. It can be
used to illustrate many concepts related to research methods, especially opinion polling. It shows how people are
eager to give answers, even to questions that make no sense at all. Students will learn that if poor questions are
asked, you still get data – but it is very, very “bad” data. The video is a good choice to get students talking about
validity and reliability, sampling, and survey methodology. It is also useful to pair the video with actual examples of
opinion polls, especially if you have students find examples in the newspapers or on websites.
The Scientific Method: The scientific method is a systematic, organized series of steps that ensures maximum
objectivity and consistency in researching a problem. There are eight basic steps in the scientific method: defining
the problem, reviewing the literature, formulating the hypothesis or research question , selecting the research method
(design), selecting the sample, measuring the variables, collecting and analyzing data, and developing the
conclusion.
Defining the Problem: The first step in any research project is to state as clearly as possible what you hope to
investigate. An operational definition is an explanation of an abstract concept that is specific enough to allow a
researcher to assess the concept. A review of the literature, concerning the problem under study, helps to refine the
problem and reduce avoidable mistakes. (Try to help students to understand the difference between scholarly
literature, magazines, and newspapers.)
Formulating the Hypothesis: After reviewing earlier research and drawing on the contributions of
sociological theorists, the researchers formulate the hypothesis, a speculative statement about the relationship
between two or more factors known as variables. A variable is a measurable trait or characteristic that is subject to
change under different conditions. If one variable is hypothesized to cause or influence another one, social scientists
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call the first variable the independent variable. The second is termed the dependent variable because it is believed
to be influenced by the independent variable. A good way to remember the difference is to think of the independent
variable as the “cause” and the dependent variable as “the effect.”
Use the textbook: Have students look at Figure 2-2 on Causal Logic. Ask them to identify two or three
variables that might “depend” on the independent variable “Number of alcoholic drinks consumed.”
Collecting and Analyzing Data: In most studies, social scientists must carefully select what is known as a
sample. The most frequently used representative sample is a random sample in which every member of the entire
population has the same chance of being selected.
Validity and Reliability: The scientific method requires that research results be both valid and reliable. Validity
refers to the degree to which a measure or scale truly reflects the phenomenon under study. Reliability refers to the
extent to which a measure provides consistent results.
Research design - Surveys: A survey is a study, generally in the form of an interview or questionnaire,
which provides sociologists with information concerning how people think and act. Among Canada’s best-known
surveys of opinion are those by Ipsos-Reid and Environics. Surveys can be indispensable sources of information, but
only if the sampling is done properly and the questions are worded correctly and without bias. The survey is an
example of quantitative research, which collects and reports data primarily in numerical form.
Research Design – Field Research: Qualitative research relies on what is seen in the field and naturalistic
settings and often focuses on small groups and communities rather than on large groups and whole nations.
Investigators who collect information through direct participation in and/or observation of a group or community
under study are engaged in observation. This method allows sociologists to examine certain behaviours and
communities that could not be investigated through other research techniques. Ethnography refers to efforts to
describe an entire social setting through extended, systematic observation. Typically, this description emphasizes
how the subjects themselves view their social setting. In some cases, the sociologist actually "joins" a group for a
period of time to gain an accurate sense of how it operates. This is called participant observation.
Research Design - Experiments: When sociologists want to study a possible cause-and-effect relationship,
they may conduct experiments. An experiment is an artificially created situation that allows the researcher to
manipulate variables. In the classic method of conducting an experiment, two groups of people are selected and
matched for similar characteristics such as age or education. The experimental group is exposed to an independent
variable; the control group is not.
Use of Existing Sources: Sociologists do not necessarily have to collect new data in order to conduct research
and test hypotheses. The term secondary analysis refers to a variety of research techniques that make use of
publicly accessible information and data. Many social scientists find it useful to study cultural, economic, and
political documents, including newspapers, periodicals, radio and television tapes, the Internet, scripts, diaries,
songs, folklore, and legal papers, to name a few examples. In examining these sources, researchers employ a
technique known as content analysis, which is the systematic coding and objective recording of data, guided by
some rationale.
Ethics of Research: In 1994, The Canadian Sociology and Anthropology Association, the professional society
of the discipline, published its Code of Ethics. It includes the following basic principles: protect vulnerable or
subordinate populations from harm incurred, respect the subject’s right to privacy and dignity, protect subjects from
personal harm, preserve confidentiality, seek informed consent from research participants, and non-deception of
subjects.
Neutrality and Politics in Research: Max Weber believed that sociologists must practice value neutrality in
their research. In his view, researchers cannot allow their personal feelings to influence the interpretation of data.
Investigators have an obligation to accept research findings even when the data run contrary to their own personal
views, to theoretically based explanations, or to widely accepted beliefs. The issue of value neutrality does not mean
you can't have opinions, but it does mean you must work to overcome any biases, however unintentional, that you
may bring to the research.
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“Yes,” I said, “my Jehovah God is here now. He hears all we say,
sees all we do, and will punish the wicked and protect His own
people.”
After this, a number of the people sat down around me, and I
prayed with them. But I left with a very heavy heart, feeling that
Miaki was evidently bent on our destruction.
I sent Abraham to consult Nowar, who had defended us till
disabled by a spear in the right knee. He sent a canoe by Abraham,
advising me to take some of my goods in it to his house by night, and
he would try to protect them and us. The risk was so great, we could
only take a very little. Enemies were on every hand to cut off our
flight, and Miaki, the worst of all, whose village had to be passed in
going to Nowar’s. In the darkness of the Mission House, we durst not
light a candle for fear of some one seeing and shooting us. Not one of
Nowar’s men durst come to help us. But in the end it made no
difference, for Nowar and his men kept what was taken there as their
portion of the plunder. Abraham, his wife, and I waited anxiously for
the morning light. Miaki, the false and cruel, came to assure us that
the Heathen would not return that day. Yet, as daylight came in,
Miaki himself stood and blew a great conch not far from our house. I
ran out to see why this trumpet-shell had been blown, and found it
was the signal for a great company of howling armed savages to rush
down the hill on the other side of the bay and make straight for the
Mission House. We had not a moment to lose. To have remained
would have been certain death to us all, and also to Matthew, a
Teacher just arrived from Mr. Mathieson’s Station. Though I am by
conviction a strong Calvinist, I am no Fatalist. I held on while one
gleam of hope remained. Escape for life was now the only path of
duty. I called the Teachers, locked the door, and made quickly for
Nowar’s village. There was not a moment left to carry anything with
us. In the issue, Abraham, his wife, and I lost all our earthly goods,
and all our clothing except what we had on. My Bible, the few
translations which I had made into Tannese, and a light pair of
blankets I carried with me.
To me the loss was bitter, but as God had so ordered it, I tried to
bow with resignation. All my deceased wife’s costly outfit, her piano,
silver, cutlery, books, etc., with which her dear parents had provided
her, besides all that I had in the world; also a box worth £56, lately
arrived, full of men’s clothing and medicine, the gift of my dear
friends, Samuel Wilson, Esq., and Mrs. Wilson, of Geelong. The
Sandal-wood Traders bought all the stolen property for tobacco,
powder, balls, caps, and shot. One Trader gathered together a
number of my books in a sadly torn and wasted condition and took
them to Aneityum, demanding £10 from Dr. Geddie for his trouble.
He had to pay him £7 10s., which I repaid to him on my second
return to the Islands. This, by way of digression, only to show how
white and black Heathenism meet together.
Let us return to the morning of our flight. We could not take the
usual path along the beach, for there our enemies would have quickly
overtaken us. We entered the bush in the hope of getting away
unobserved. But a cousin of Miaki, evidently secreted to watch us,
sprang from behind a bread-fruit tree, and swinging his tomahawk,
aimed it at my brow with a fiendish look. Avoiding it, I turned upon
him and said in a firm bold voice,—
“If you dare to strike me, my Jehovah God will punish you. He is
here to defend me now!”
The man, trembling, looked all round as if to see the God who was
my defender, and the tomahawk gradually lowered at his side. With
my eye fixed upon him, I gradually moved backwards in the track of
the Teachers, and God mercifully restrained him from following me.
On reaching Nowar’s village unobserved, we found the people
terror-stricken, crying, rushing about in despair at such a host of
armed savages approaching. I urged them to ply their axes, cut down
trees, and blockade the path. For a little they wrought vigorously at
this; but when, so far as eye could reach, they saw the shore covered
with armed men rushing on towards their village, they were
overwhelmed with fear, they threw away their axes and weapons of
war, they cast themselves headlong on the ground, and they knocked
themselves against the trees as if to court death before it came. They
cried,—
“Missi, it’s of no use! We will all be killed and eaten to-day! See
what a host are coming against us.”
Mothers snatched up little children and ran to hide in the bush.
Others waded as far as they could into the sea with them, holding
their heads above the water. The whole village collapsed in a
condition of indescribable terror. Nowar, lame with his wounded
knee, got a canoe turned upside-down and sat upon it where he could
see the whole approaching multitude. He said,—
“Missi, sit down beside me, and pray to our Jehovah God, for if He
does not send deliverance now, we are all dead men. They will kill us
all on your account, and that quickly. Pray, and I will watch!”
They had gone to the Mission House and broken in the door, and
finding that we had escaped, they rushed on to Nowar’s village. For,
as they began to plunder the bedroom, Nouka said,—
“Leave everything. Missi will come back for his valuable things at
night, and then we will get them and him also!”
So he nailed up the door, and they all marched for Nowar’s. We
prayed as one can only pray when in the jaws of death and on the
brink of Eternity. We felt that God was near, and omnipotent to do
what seemed best in His sight. When the savages were about three
hundred yards off, at the foot of a hill leading up to the village,
Nowar touched my knee, saying,—
“Missi, Jehovah is hearing! They are all standing still.”
Had they come on they would have met with no opposition, for the
people were scattered in terror. On gazing shorewards, and round
the Harbour, as far as we could see, was a dense host of warriors, but
all were standing still, and apparently absolute silence prevailed. We
saw a messenger or herald running along the approaching multitude,
delivering some tidings as he passed, and then disappearing in the
bush. To our amazement, the host began to turn, and slowly marched
back in great silence, and entered the remote bush at the head of the
Harbour. Nowar and his people were in ecstasies, crying out,—
“Jehovah has heard Missi’s prayer! Jehovah has protected us and
turned them away back.”
We were on that day His trusting and defenceless children; would
you not, had you been one of our circle, have joined with us in
praising the Lord God for deliverance from the jaws of death? I know
not why they turned back; but I have no doubt it was the doing of
God to save our lives.
We learned that they all assembled in a cleared part of the bush
and there held a great wrangling palaver. Nouka and Miaki advised
them first to fight Manuman and his people. They said,—
“His brother, the Sacred Man Kanini, killed Ian by Nahak. He is a
friend of Missi and of the Worship. He also sent the hurricane to
destroy us. They have plenty of yams and pigs. Let us fight and
plunder them, and when they are out of the way, we will be strong to
destroy Missi and the Worship.”
On this the whole mass went and attacked Manuman’s first village,
where they murdered two of his men, two women, and two children.
The inhabitants fled, and all the sick, the feeble, and the children
who fell into their hands were reported to us to be murdered, cooked,
and eaten. Led on by Miaki, they plundered and burned seven
villages.
About mid-day, Nouka and Miaki sent their cousin Jonas, who had
always been friendly to me, to say that I might return to my house in
safety, as they were now carrying the war inland. Jonas had spent
some years on Samoa, and been much with Traders in Sydney, and
spoke English well; but we felt they were deceiving us. That night,
Abraham ventured to creep near the Mission House, to test whether
we might return, and save some valuable things, and get a change of
clothing. The house appeared to stand as when they nailed up the
door. But a large party of Miaki’s allies at once enclosed Abraham,
and, after asking many questions about me, they let him go since I
was not there. Had I gone there, they would certainly that night have
killed me. Again, at midnight, Abraham and his wife and Matthew
went to the Mission House, and found Nouka, Miaki, and Karewick
near by, concealed in the bush among the reeds. Once more they
enclosed them, thinking I was there too, but Nouka, finding that I
was not, cried out,—
“Don’t kill them just now! Wait till Missi comes.”
Hearing this, Matthew slipped into the bush and escaped.
Abraham’s wife waded into the sea, and they allowed her to get away.
Abraham was allowed to go to the Mission House, but he too crept
into the bush, and after an anxious waiting they all came back to me
in safety. We now gave up all hope of recovering anything from the
house.
Towards morning, when Miaki and his men saw that I was not
coming back to deliver myself into their hands, they broke up my
house and stole all they could carry away. They tore my books, and
scattered them about. They took away the type of my printing-press,
to be made into bullets for their muskets. For similar uses they
melted down the zinc lining of my boxes, and everything else that
could be melted. What they could not take away, they destroyed. I lay
on the ground all night, concealed in an outhouse of Nowar’s, but it
was a sleepless and anxious night, not only to me and my
Aneityumese, but also to Nowar and his people.
Next day, the attack was renewed by the three Chiefs on the
district of my dear friend Manuman. His people fled; the villages
were burned; all who came in their way were killed, and all food and
property carried away. At night they returned to keep watch over
Nowar and me. When darkness was setting in, Miaki sent for me to
go and speak with him, but Nowar and the Aneityumese were all so
opposed to it that I did not go. Messages were sent to Nowar,
threatening to kill him and his people for protecting me, and great
excitement prevailed.
Another incident added horror to the memories of this day. A
savage from Erromanga, living with Nowar, had gone to the war that
day. He got near a village unobserved, climbed into a tree, and
remained there watching. After mid-day, Kamkali, a true friend of
mine, the Chief of his village, came home wearied from the war, got
his blanket, stealthily crept into a quiet place in the bush, rolled
himself up, and lay down to sleep; for, according to their custom, the
leading warriors in times of conflict seldom sleep in their own
houses, and seldom twice in the same place even in the bush, for fear
of personal danger. The Erromangan, having watched till he was
sound asleep, crept to where he lay, raised his club and smashed in
his skull. He told, when he came home, how the blood ran from nose,
mouth, and ears, with a gurgling sound in his throat, and after a few
convulsive struggles all was over! And the people around Nowar
praised him for his deed. Cocoa-nuts were brought for him to drink,
and food was presented before him in large quantities, as to one who
had done something noble. For safety, he was put into the same
house where I had to sit, and even Nowar honoured him. I watched
for the workings of a natural man’s conscience under the guilt of
murder. When left alone, he shook every now and then with
agitation, and started round with a terrified gaze. He looked the
picture of a man who felt that he had done to his neighbour what he
would not have liked another to do to him. I wonder if that
consciousness ever dies out, in the lowest and worst, that last voice of
God in the soul?
That very night, Nowar declared that I must leave his village before
morning, else he and his people would be killed for protecting me.
He advised me, as the sea was good, to try for Mr. Mathieson’s
Station; but he objected to my taking away any of my property—he
would soon follow with it himself! But how to sail? Miaki had stolen
my boat, mast, sails, and oars, as also an excellent canoe made for
me and paid for by me on Aneityum; and he had threatened to shoot
any person that assisted me to launch either the one or the other.
The danger, however, was so great that Nowar said,—
“You cannot remain longer in my house! My son will guide you to
the large chestnut tree in my plantation in the bush. Climb up into it,
and remain there till the moon rises.”
Being entirely at the mercy of such doubtful and vacillating
friends, I, though perplexed, felt it best to obey. I climbed into the
tree, and was left there alone in the bush. The hours I spent there live
all before me as if it were but of yesterday. I heard the frequent
discharging of muskets, and the yells of the savages. Yet I sat there
among the branches, as safe in the arms of Jesus! Never, in all my
sorrows, did my Lord draw nearer to me, and speak more soothingly
in my soul, than when the moonlight flickered among these chestnut
leaves, and the night air played on my throbbing brow, as I told all
my heart to Jesus. Alone, yet not alone! If it be to glorify my God, I
will not grudge to spend many nights alone in such a tree, to feel
again my Saviour’s spiritual presence, to enjoy His consoling
fellowship. If thus thrown back upon your own soul, alone, all, all
alone, in the midnight, in the bush, in the very embrace of death
itself, have you a Friend that will not fail you then?
Gladly would I have lingered there for one night of comparative
peace! But, about midnight, Nowar sent his son to call me down from
the tree, and to guide me to the shore where he himself was, as it was
now time to take to sea in the canoe. Pleading for my Lord’s
continuing presence, I had to obey. My life and the lives of my
Aneityumese now hung upon a very slender thread, and was almost
equally at risk from our friends so-called, and from our enemies. Had
I been a stranger to Jesus and to prayer, my reason would verily have
given way, but my comfort and joy sprang up out of these: “I will
never leave thee, nor forsake thee; lo, I am with you alway!” Pleading
these promises, I followed my guide. We reached the beach, just
inside the Harbour, at a beautiful white sandy bay on Nowar’s
ground, from which our canoe was to start. A good number of the
Natives had assembled there to see us off. Arkurat, having got a large
roll of calico from me for the loan of his canoe, hid it away, and then
refused the canoe, saying that if he had to escape with his family he
would require it. He demanded, for the loan of his canoe, an axe, a
sail for his canoe, and a pair of blankets. As Karis had the axe and
another had the quilt, I gave the quilt to him for a sail, and the axe
and blankets for the canoe. In fact, these few relics of our earthly all
at Nowar’s were coveted by the savages and endangered our lives,
and it was as well to get rid of them altogether. He cruelly proposed a
small canoe for two; but I had hired the canoe for five, and insisted
upon getting it, as he had been well paid for it. As he only laughed
and mocked us, I prepared to start and travel overland to Mr.
Mathieson’s Station. He then said,—
“My wrath is over! You may take it and go.”
We launched it, but now he refused to let us go till daylight. He
had always been one of my best friends, but now appeared bent on a
quarrel, so I had to exercise much patience with him and them.
Having launched it, he said I had hired the canoe but not the
paddles. I protested,—
“Surely you know we hired the paddles too. What could we do
without paddles?”
But Arkurat lay down and pretended to have fallen asleep, snoring
on the sand, and could not be awaked. I appealed to Nowar, who only
said—
“That is his conduct, Missi, our conduct!”
I replied, “As he has got the blankets which I saved to keep me
from ague and fever, and I have nothing left now but the clothes I
have on, surely you will give me paddles.”
Nowar gave me one. Returning to the village, friends gave me one
each till I got other three. Now Arkurat started up, and refused to let
us go. A Chief and one of his men, who lived on the other side of the
island near to where we were going, and who was hired by me to go
with us and help in paddling the canoe, drew back also and refused
to go. Again I offered to leave the canoe, and walk overland if
possible, when Faimungo, the Chief who had refused to go with us,
came forward and said,—
“Missi, they are all deceiving you! The sea is so rough, you cannot
go by it; and if you should get round the weather point, Miaki has
men appointed to shoot you as you pass the Black Rocks, while by
land all the paths are guarded by armed men. I tell you the truth,
having heard all their talk. Miaki and Karewick say they hate the
Worship, and will kill you. They killed your goats, and stole all your
property yesterday. Farewell!”
The Teachers, the boy, and I now resolved to enter the canoe and
attempt it, as the only gleam of hope left to us. After Faimungo came,
the man to whom the canoe belonged had withdrawn from us, it
having transpired that Miaki would not attack us that night, as other
game had attracted his savage eyes. My party of five now embarked
in our frail canoe; Abraham first, I next, Matthew after me, the boy at
the steering paddle, and Abraham’s wife sitting in the bottom, where
she might hold on while it continued to float. For a mile or more we
got away nicely under the lee of the island, but when we turned to go
south for Mr. Mathieson’s Station, we met the full force of wind and
sea, every wave breaking over and almost swamping our canoe. The
Native lad at the helm paddle stood up crying,—
“Missi, this is the conduct of the sea! It swallows up all who seek
its help.”
I answered, “We do not seek help from it but from Jehovah Jesus.”
Our danger became very great, as the sea broke over and lashed
around us. My faithful Aneityumese, overcome with terror, threw
down their paddles, and Abraham said,—
“Missi, we are all drowned now! We are food for the sharks. We
might as well be eaten by the Tannese as by fishes; but God will give
us life with Jesus in heaven!”
I seized the paddle nearest me; I ordered Abraham to seize another
within his reach; I enjoined Matthew to bail the canoe for life, and
the lad to keep firm in his seat, and I cried,—
“Stand to your post, and let us return! Abraham, where is now
your faith in Jesus? Remember, He is Ruler on sea as on land.
Abraham, pray and ply your paddle! Keep up stroke for stroke with
me, as our lives depend on it. Our God can protect us. Matthew, bail
with all your might. Don’t look round on the sea and fear. Let us pray
to God and ply our paddles, and He will save us yet!”
Dear old Abraham said,—
“Thank you for that, Missi. I will be strong. I pray to God and ply
my paddle. God will save us!”
With much labour, and amid deadly perils, we got the canoe
turned; and after four hours of a terrible struggle, we succeeded,
towards daylight as the tide turned, in again reaching smooth water.
With God’s blessing we at last reached the shore, exactly where we
had left it five hours ago!
Now drenched and weary, with the skin of our hands sticking to
the paddles, we left the canoe on the reef and waded ashore. Many
Natives were there, and looked sullen and disappointed at our
return. Katasian, the lad who had been with us, instantly fled for his
own land; and the Natives reported that he was murdered soon after.
Utterly exhausted, I lay down on the sand and instantly fell into a
deep sleep. By-and-by I felt some one pulling from under my head
the native bag in which I carried my Bible and the Tannese
translations—the all that had been saved by me from the wreck!
Grasping the bag, I sprang to my feet, and the man ran away. My
Teachers had also a hedging knife, a useless revolver, and a fowling-
piece, the sight of which, though they had been under the salt water
for hours, God used to restrain the savages. Calling my Aneityumese
near, we now in united prayer and kneeling on the sands committed
each other unto the Lord God, being prepared for the last and worst.
As I sat meditating on the issues, Faimungo, the friendly Inland
Chief, again appeared to warn us of our danger, now very greatly
increased by our being driven back from the sea. All Nowar’s men
had fled, and were hid in the bush and in rocks along the shore;
while Miaki was holding a meeting not half a mile away, and
preparing to fall upon us. Faimungo said,—
“Farewell, Missi, I am going home. I don’t wish to see the work and
the murders of this morning.”
He was Nowar’s son-in-law. He had always been truthful and
kindly with me. His home was about half-way across the island, on
the road that we wanted to go, and under sudden impulse I said,—
“Faimungo, will you let us follow you? Will you show us the path?
When the Mission Ship arrives, I will give you three good axes,
blankets, knives, fish-hooks, and many things you prize.”
The late hurricanes had so destroyed and altered the paths, that
only Natives who knew them well could follow them. He trembled
much and said,—
“Missi, you will be killed. Miaki and Karewick will shoot you. I
dare not let you follow. I have only about twenty men, and your
following might endanger us all.”
I urged him to leave at once, and we would follow of our own
accord. I would not ask him to protect us; but if he betrayed us and
helped the enemy to kill us, I assured him that our God would punish
him. If he spared us, he would be rewarded well; and if killed against
his wishes, God would not be angry at him. He said,—
“Seven men are with me now, and thirteen are to follow. I will not
now send for them. They are with Miaki and Nouka. I will go; but if
you follow, you will be killed on the way. You may follow me as far as
you can!”
Off he started to Nowar’s, and got a large load of my stolen
property, blankets, sheets, etc., which had fallen to his lot. He called
his seven men, who had also shared in the plunder, and, to avoid
Miaki’s men, they ran away under a large cocoa-nut grove skirting
the shore, calling,—
“Be quick! Follow and keep as near to us as you can.”
Though Nowar had got a box of my rice and appropriated many
things from the plunder of the Mission House besides the goods
entrusted to his care, and got two of my goats killed and cooked for
himself and his people, yet now he would not give a particle of food
to my starving Aneityumese or myself, but hurried us off, saying,—
“I will eat all your rice and keep all that has been left with me in
payment for my lame knee and for my people fighting for you!”
My three Aneityumese and I started after Faimungo and his men.
We could place no confidence in any of them; but, feeling that we
were in the Lord’s hands, it appeared to be our only hope of escaping
instant death. We got away unobserved by the enemies. We met
several small parties of friends in the Harbour, apparently glad to see
us trying to get away. But about four miles on our way, we met a
large party of Miaki’s men, all armed, and watching as outposts.
Some were for shooting us, but others hesitated. Every musket was,
however, raised and levelled at me. Faimungo poised his great spear
and said, “No, you shall not kill Missi to-day. He is with me.” Having
made this flourish, he strode off after his own men, and my
Aneityumese followed, leaving me face to face with a ring of levelled
muskets. Sirawia, who was in command of this party, and who once
like Nowar had been my friend, said to me, Judas like, “My love to
you, Missi.” But he also shouted after Faimungo, “Your conduct is
bad in taking the Missi away; leave him to us to be killed!”
I then turned upon him, saying, “Sirawia, I love you all. You must
know that I sought only your good. I gave you medicine and food
when you and your people were sick and dying under measles; I gave
you the very clothing you wear. Am I not your friend? Have we not
often drunk tea and eaten together in my house? Can you stand there
and see your friend shot? If you do, my God will punish you
severely.”
He then whispered something to his company which I did not
hear; and, though their muskets were still raised, I saw in their eyes
that he had restrained them. I therefore began gradually to move
backwards, still keeping my eyes fixed on them, till the bush hid
them from my view, whereon I turned and ran after my party, and
God kept the enemy from following. I would like to think that
Sirawia only uttered the cruel words which I heard as a blind to save
his own life; for at this time he was joined to Miaki’s party, his own
people having risen against him, and had to dissemble his friendly
feelings towards me. Poor Sirawia! Well I knew that Miaki would
only use him as a tool for selfish interests, and sacrifice him at last.
All this showed how dangers grew around our path. Still we trusted
in Jehovah Jesus, and pressed on in flight. A second hostile party
encountered us, and with great difficulty we also got away from
them. Soon thereafter a friendly company crossed our path. We
learned from them that the enemies had slaughtered other two of
Manuman’s men, and burned several villages with fire. Another
party of the enemy encountered us, and were eager for our lives. But
this time Faimungo withstood them firmly, his men encircled us, and
he said, “I am not afraid now, Missi; I am feeling stronger near my
own land!”
Hurrying still onwards, we came to that village on their high
ground called Aneai, i.e., Heaven. The sun was oppressively hot, the
path almost unshaded, and our whole party very exhausted,
especially Faimungo, carrying his load of stolen goods. So here he sat
down on the village dancing ground for a smoke, saying,—
“Missi, I am near my own land now. We can rest with safety.”
In a few minutes, however, he started up, he and his men, in wild
excitement. Over a mountain, behind the village and above it, there
came the shoutings, and anon the tramp, tramp of a multitude
making rapidly towards us. Faimungo got up and planted his back
against a tree. I stood beside him, and the Aneityumese woman and
the two men stood near me, while his men seemed prepared to flee.
At full speed a large body of the tallest and most powerful men that I
had seen on Tanna came rushing on and filled the dancing ground.
They were all armed, and flushed with their success in war. A
messenger had informed them of our escape, probably from Miaki,
and they had crossed the country to intercept us. Faimungo was
much afraid, and said,—
“Missi, go on in that path, you and your Aneityumese; and I will
follow when I have had a smoke and a talk with these men.”
I replied, “No, I will stand by your side till you go; and if I am
killed, it will be by your side. I will not leave you.”
He implored us to go on, but that I knew would be certain death.
They began urging one another to kill us, but I looked round them as
calmly as possible, saying, “My Jehovah God will punish you here
and hereafter, if you kill me or any of His servants.”
A killing-stone, thrown by one of the savages, grazed poor old
Abraham’s cheek, and the dear soul gave such a look at me, and then
upwards, as if to say, “Missi, I was nearly away to Jesus.” A club was
also raised to follow the blow of the killing-stone, but God baffled the
aim. They encircled us in a deadly ring, and one kept urging another
to strike the first blow or fire the first shot. My heart rose up to the
Lord Jesus; I saw Him watching all the scene. My peace came back to
me like a wave from God. I realized that I was immortal till my
Master’s work with me was done. The assurance came to me, as if a
voice out of Heaven had spoken, that not a musket would be fired to
wound us, not a club prevail to strike us, not a spear leave the hand
in which it was held vibrating to be thrown, not an arrow leave the
bow, or a killing-stone the fingers, without the permission of Jesus
Christ, whose is all power in Heaven and on Earth. He rules all
Nature, animate and inanimate, and restrains even the savage of the
South Seas. In that awful hour I saw His own words, as if carved in
letters of fire upon the clouds of Heaven: “Seek, and ye shall find.
Whatsoever ye shall ask in My name, that will I do, that the Father
may be glorified in the Son.” I could understand how Stephen and
John saw the glorified Saviour as they gazed up through suffering
and persecution to the Heavenly Throne! Yet I never could say that
on such occasions I was entirely without fear. Nay, I have felt my
reason reeling, my sight coming and going, and my knees smiting
together when thus brought close to a violent death, but mostly
under the solemn thought of being ushered into Eternity and
appearing before God. Still, I was never left without hearing that
promise in all its consoling and supporting power coming up through
the darkness and the anguish, “Lo, I am with you alway.” And with
Paul I could say, even in this dread moment and crisis of being, “I am
persuaded that neither death nor life ... nor any other creature, shall
be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus
our Lord.”
Faimungo and others now urged us to go on in the path. I said,
“Faimungo, why are we to leave you? My God heard your promise
not to betray me. He knows now what is in your heart and in mine. I
will not leave you; and if I am to die, I will die by your side.”
He replied, “Now, I go on before; Missi, keep close to me.”
His men had gone, and I persuaded my Aneityumese to follow
them. At last, with a bound, Faimungo started after them. I followed,
keeping as near him as I could, pleading with Jesus to protect me or
to take me home to Glory. The host of armed men also ran along on
each side with their weapons ready; but leaving everything to Jesus, I
ran on as if they were my escort, or as if I saw them not. If any reader
wonders how they were restrained, much more would I, unless I
believed that the same Hand that restrained the lions from touching
Daniel held back these savages from hurting me! We came to a
stream crossing our path. With a bound all my party cleared it, ran
up the bank opposite, and disappeared in the bush. “Faint yet
pursuing,” I also tried the leap, but I struck the bank and slid back on
my hands and knees towards the stream. At this moment I heard a
crash above my head amongst the branches of an overhanging tree,
and I knew that a killing-stone had been thrown, and that that
branch had saved me. Praising my God, I scrambled up on the other
side, and followed the track of my party into the bush. The savages
gazed after me for a little in silence, but no one crossed the stream;
and I saw them separate into two, one portion returning to the
village and another pressing inland. With what gratitude did I
recognise the Invisible One who brought their counsels to confusion!
I found my party resting in the bush, and amazed to see me
escaped alive from men who were thirsting for my blood. Faimungo
and his men received me with demonstrations of joy, perhaps feeling
a little ashamed of their own cowardice. He now ascended the
mountain and kept away from the common path to avoid other
Native bands. At every village enemies to the Worship were ready to
shoot us. But I kept close to our guide, knowing that the fear of
shooting him would prevent their shooting at me, as he was the most
influential Chief in all that section of the island.
One party said, “Miaki and Karewick said that Missi made the
sickness and the hurricanes, and we ought to kill him.”
Faimungo replied, “They lie about Missi! It is our own bad conduct
that makes us sick.”
They answered, “We don’t know who makes the sickness; but our
fathers have taught us to kill all foreign men.”
Faimungo, clutching club and spear, exclaimed, standing betwixt
them and us, “You won’t kill Missi to-day!”
In the flight we passed springs and streamlets, but though parched
with sickening thirst, not one of us durst stoop down to drink, as we
should have been almost certainly killed in the act. Faimungo now
sent his own men home by a near path, and guided us himself till we
were close upon the shore. There, sitting down he said,—
“Missi, I have now fulfilled my promise. I am so tired, I am so
afraid, I dare not go farther. My love to you all. Now go on quickly!
Three of my men will go with you to the next rocks. Go quickly!
Farewell.”
These men went on a little, and then said, “Missi, we dare not go!
Faimungo is at war with the people of the next land. You must keep
straight along this path.”
So they turned and ran back to their own village.
To us this district was especially perilous. Many years ago the
Aneityumese had joined in a war against the Tannese of this tribe,
and the thirst for revenge yet existed in their hearts, handed down
from sire to son. Besides, Miaki had incited the people here to
murder the Teachers and me if we attempted to escape this way.
Most providentially the men were absent on a war expedition, and
we saw only three lads and a great number of women and children,
who ran off to the bush in terror. In the evening the enraged savages
of another district assaulted the people of the shore villages for
allowing us to pass, and, though sparing their lives, broke in pieces
their weapons of war—a very grievous penalty. In the next district, as
we hasted along the shore, two young men came running after us,
poising their quivering spears. I took the useless revolver out of my
little native basket, and raising it cried,—
“Beware! Lay down your spears at once on the sand, and carry my
basket to the next landing at the black rocks.”
They threw their spears on the sand, lifted the bag, and ran on
before us to the rocks which formed the march betwixt them and
their enemies. Laying it down, they said appealingly, “Missi, let us
return to our home!” And how they did run, fearing the pursuit of
their foes.
In the next land we saw none. After that we saw crowds all along,
some friendly, others unfriendly, but they let us pass on, and with the
blessing of Almighty God we drew near to Mr. Mathieson’s Station in
safety. Here a man gave me a cocoa-nut for each of our party, which
we greatly required, having tasted nothing all that day, and very little
for several days before. We were so weak that only the struggle for
life enabled us to keep our feet; yet my poor Aneityumese never
complained and never halted, not even the woman. The danger and
excitement kept us up in the race for life, and by the blessing of God
we were now approaching the Mission House, praising God for His
wonderful deliverances.
Hearing of our coming, Mr. Mathieson came running to meet me.
They had heard of my leaving my own Station, and they thought I
was dead! They were themselves both very weak; their only child had
just been laid in the grave, and they were in great grief and in greater
peril. We praised the Lord for permitting us to meet; we prayed for
support, guidance, and protection; and resolved now, in all events, to
stand by each other till the last.
Before I left the Harbour I wrote and left with Nowar letters to be
given to the Captains of any vessels which called, for the first, and the
next, and the next, telling them of our great danger, that Mr.
Mathieson was almost without food, and that I would reward them
handsomely if they would call at the Station and remove any of us
who might be spared thence to Aneityum. Two or three vessels
called, and, as I afterwards learned, got my letters; but, while buying
my stolen property from the Natives for tobacco, powder, and balls,
they took no further notice of my appeals, and sailed past Mr.
Mathieson’s straight on to Aneityum. “The tender mercies of the
wicked are cruel!”
Let me now cull the leading events from my Journal, that
intervened betwixt this date and the final break-up of the Mission on
Tanna—at least for a season—though, blessed be God! I have lived to
see the light rekindled by my dear friends Mr. and Mrs. Watt, and
shining more brightly and hopefully than ever. The candle was
quenched, but the candle-stick was not removed!
On Wednesday, 22nd January, 1862, we heard that other three of
Manuman’s people had been killed and a district burned with fire.
Though this poor man was one of Nowar’s chief friends, yet I heard
him say before my flight, “When so many children are being killed,
why do they not send one for food to me and my family? They are as
tender and good as the young fowls!” A remark like this lets you see
deep into the heart of a Cannibal, and he a sort of half-converted one,
if I may use such an expression; certainly not one of the worst type
by any means.
On the 23rd January, Mr. Mathieson sent for Taura, Kati, and
Kapuku, his three principal Chiefs, to induce them to promise
protection till a vessel called to take us away. They appeared friendly,
and promised to do their best. Alas! the promises of the Tannese
Chiefs had too often proved to be vain.
On Friday, 24th January, report reached our Station that Miaki
and his party, hearing that a friendly Chief had concealed two of
Manuman’s young men, compelled him to produce them and club
them to death before their eyes. Also, that they surrounded
Manuman’s party on a mountain, and hemmed them in there, dying
of starvation and trying to survive on the carcases of the dead and on
bark and roots. Also, that Miaki had united all the Chiefs, friends and
foes alike, in a bond of blood, to kill every one pertaining to the
whole Mission on Tanna. Jesus rules.
SPRINGING FORWARD HE
CAUGHT THE CLUB.
For the present, my pen is here laid aside. I shall wait to see what
use the Lord makes of Part First of my autobiography, before I
prosecute the theme. If the Christian public seems not to find in it
the help and quickening that some friends think it likely to bestow on
those who read, the remainder need not be written. Part Second, if
called for, will contain a record, in many respects, an utter contrast
to all that has gone before, and yet directly springing therefrom, as
will be seen by all who look beneath the surface. I am penning these
words in 1887, and five-and-twenty years lie betwixt this date and
my farewell to Tanna. These years, if ever published, will tell the
story of my visiting all the Colonial Churches, and collecting the
purchase money of our white-winged Mission Ship, the Dayspring;
my return to Scotland, visiting all the home congregations in 1864,
and securing several new Missionaries to follow me to the New
Hebrides; my second marriage, and settlement on Aniwa, with her
whom the good Lord still spares to me, the mother of our happy
family, and my God-given helpmeet in all the work of the Gospel; the
conversion of that whole island of Aniwa from idolatry, and the
planting there of a Church and Congregation of Christ, from which
have since gone forth many Native Evangelists and Teachers. Then
there will fall to be recorded my call from the Islands in recent years
to revisit all the Colonial Presbyterian Congregations once again,
telling them the story of the Conversion of Aniwa—the sinking of the
well, and other incidents, which turned an entire people from idols
and from cannibalism to the service of the living and true God—
whereby the Churches, and especially the children, were led more
and more to make the New Hebrides their own very harvest field in
the Heathen world. And finally, I will have to tell how I was again
sent home to Scotland in 1884 to raise money for the purchase or
building of a steam-auxiliary Mission Ship, now urgently required in
the interests of the Mission, both because of the great increase in the
number of the Missionaries and the necessities of so many families;
and also and chiefly to avert the dreadful disappointments and loss
of time, and thereby sometimes of life itself, caused by the frequent
becalming of our little Dayspring in these thickly-islanded seas. That
part of the story will show the fruits of the education and perils and
experiences of a lifetime, in the marvellous impression produced by
the simple and unadorned recital of the story of Tanna and Aniwa,
amongst the Christian people of Scotland, Ireland, and England.
Multitudes were blessed in almost every town where a meeting was
granted me. Three Missionaries devoted themselves to the New
Hebrides, and are already labouring there; while others consecrated
themselves to several of the great seats of Foreign Mission enterprise
in Africa and Asia. I returned to my own Church of Victoria with a
sum of nearly £9,000, of which £6,000 was for the new Missionary
Steam-Auxiliary, and the remainder for the outfit and support of
more Missionaries for the Islands; and that money I handed over to
the Australian Church, where it awaits, at interest in the bank, the
arrangements being made by all the Colonies to take each their due
share in the future up-keep of the Ship. For this—for everything—for
all, praise be to the Lord! I never asked one subscription, except in
prayer and in my public appeals. The Lord sent in all freely to me
through the hands of His people; to Him be all the glory. I went back
to Aniwa, and found the work of the Lord going forward there as if in
a regularly settled Congregation at home, fostered and guided by an
occasional visit of my ever dear and genuine friends, Mr. and Mrs.