chapter  III
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The Missionary

As I came out on the verandah, the nUSSlOn boat was shooting for the mouth of the river. She was a long whale-boat painted white; a bit of an awning astern; a native pastor crouched on the wedge of the poop, steering; some fourand-twenty paddles flashing and dipping, true to the boat-song; and the missionary nndel' the awning, in his white clothes, reading in a book, ::Lnd set him up! It was pretty to see and hear; there's no smarter sight in theislands than a missionary boat with a gooel crew and a gooel pipe to them; <lnd I consiclered it for half a minute, with a bit of onvy perhaps, and then sholled down towards the rive1'.