’A fore-and-aft schooner in sight!  Probably some trader.  May be a schooner which I heard the French had brought for missionary purposes.  What if we find a priest or two at Port Patteson!  However, my course is clear any way:  work straight on.

’May 21st.—­Schooner a false alarm.  We had a very interesting visit on Saturday afternoon at Mai.  We could not land till 4 P.M.; walked at once to the village, a mile and a half inland.  After some excitement caused by our appearance, the people rushing to welcome us, we got them to be quiet, and to sit down.  I stood up, and gave them a sermonette, then made Dudley, who speaks good Mai, say something.  Then we knelt down, and I said the second Good Friday Collect, inserted a few petitions which you can imagine anyone would do at such a time, then a simple prayer in their language, the Lord’s Prayer in English, and the Grace.’

On Friday Mota was reached, and the people showed great delight when the frame of the house was landed at the site purchased for a number of hatchets and other goods, so that it is the absolute property of the Mission.  Saturday was spent in a visit to Port Patteson, where the people thronged, while the water-casks were being filled, and bamboos cut down, with entreaties that the station might be there; and the mosquitoes thronged too—­Mr. Patteson had fifty-eight bites on one foot.

On Whit Sunday, after Holy Communion on board, the party went on shore, and prayed for, ‘I cannot say with the people of Vanua Lava.’

And on Whit Monday the house was set up ‘in a most lovely spot,’ says Mr. Dudley, ’beneath the shade of a gigantic banyan tree, the trunk and one long horizontal branch of which formed two sides of as beautiful a picture as you would wish to look upon; the sloping bank, with its cocoa-nut, bread-fruit, and other trees, forming the base of the picture; and the coral beach, the deep, clear, blue tropical ocean, with others of the Banks Islands, Valua, Matlavo, and Uvaparapara, in the distance, forming the picture itself.’

At least a hundred natives came to help, pulling down materials from their own houses to make the roof, and delighted to obtain a bit of iron, or still better of broken glass, to shave with.  In the afternoon, the master of the said house, using a box for a desk, wrote:  ’Our little house will, I think, be finished to-night; anyhow we can sleep in it, if the walls are but half ready; they are merely bamboo canes tied together.  We sleep on the floor boarded and well raised on poles, two feet and more from the ground—­beds are superfluous here.’

Here then was the first stake of the Church’s tabernacle planted in all Melanesia!

The boards of the floor had been brought from New Zealand, the heavy posts on which the plates were laid were cut in Vanua Lava, and the thatch was of cocoa-nut leaves, the leaflets ingeniously bound together, native fashion, and quite waterproof; but a mat or piece of canvas had to be nailed within the bamboo walls to keep out the rain.