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Adventures in New Guinea James Chalmers

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and pray<strong>in</strong>g that He would care for them dur<strong>in</strong>g the day, and that no<br />

unpleasantness might occur with the Aroma natives. All along this coast,<br />

and right away down to Elema as far as Bald Head, the Motu tribe has a<br />

wonderful <strong>in</strong>fluence, and <strong>in</strong> a few years excellent pioneers may be had<br />

from it. They must have been a terrible lot <strong>in</strong> the past. I have heard<br />

much from themselves of piracy, murder, and robbery, and all along here<br />

they tell terrible tales. A Motu chief <strong>in</strong> one of our meet<strong>in</strong>gs, speak<strong>in</strong>g<br />

of the past and the present, concluded by say<strong>in</strong>g: "S<strong>in</strong>ce the arrival of<br />

the foreigners (teachers), we have changed and will cont<strong>in</strong>ue to change."<br />

An old chief, Aiio, from the Mekeo district, came <strong>in</strong> to see me, and<br />

brought me as a present a splendid head-dress, which is hung up by Kone<br />

<strong>in</strong> front of the tent for all to see. On giv<strong>in</strong>g him a present of salt, it<br />

was pleasant to see the old fellow's expression of pleasure. He is<br />

anxious I should go <strong>in</strong>land as soon as possible; I tell him I must wait<br />

for tomahawks.<br />

At seven o'clock on the morn<strong>in</strong>g of the 13th of June, I started to visit<br />

Madu, the chief of the Motu Lavao. We went up from the bight, a large<br />

saltwater creek, with dense mangrove on both banks,--a veritable bed of<br />

fever,--and anchor<strong>in</strong>g our boats, we walked through the deserted village<br />

of Paitana and on for about a mile and a half to Motu Lavao. The path<br />

leads along a narrow tract of good country, with dense swamps on both<br />

sides. The village is large, with good houses kept nice and clean; but I<br />

can conceive of no more unhealthy locality--swamp all around. A number<br />

of people were down with fever, some <strong>in</strong> their houses, others ly<strong>in</strong>g<br />

exposed to the sun. I asked them if they had no _vatavata_ (spirits)<br />

knock<strong>in</strong>g around <strong>in</strong> their district, and did they not much trouble them.<br />

"Oh, trouble us much, very much." I told them I thought so, and the<br />

sooner they removed from that place the better--that they were right <strong>in</strong><br />

the centre of sickness and death. They said, "And what is to become of

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