The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1884-02-13

missionaries who over set their feet upon the
islands of the Pacific-onc man of that
Jesuit colony Father Damien, alone cN-
copied The King decided that it was
necessary to segregate Che lepcrs.
"All right" said the people "but we
must 90 and see those who are our friends"
"That would not be to keep you apart"
said the King. "That won't do
''Then our relatives must die OF starva-
ton and want of care. No, we cannot
yield obedience to your command, oh King
But tie King being a man OF force and
determination took the lepers to Kalawao,
and then called upon the people for atten-
dants and food for them. But the people
SAID no. They will die as we have said,
and the blood fall upon your head.
Then came forward Father Damien, who
said g will go with these people" and he
did. At this place | leave the Hawaiian
poem which sings the praise of Father
Damien. For 16 years he lived among the
lepers at Kalawao, not being allowed to
come from the settlement. For 10 years
of that time he did not see white man, nor
for Is years did he have one penny of money
to spend. He brought two robes with him
and two pair of stout shoes, and change
of underwear. These lasted him six years.
His letters remained unanswered. Probably
those to whom they were addressed refused
to receive them. He heard nothing from
the outside world. He buried with his own
hands nearly 1000 victims, baptized 20
children born in the settlement, preached,
prayed, and starved, and was a glorious
soul, for whom all human praise is too small
and trfling He is getting an old man now,
and his face is becoming wlin<lcd, but the
venerable head, the clear eye, the almost
womanly mouth, with its row of sparkling
teeth, his CHEEKY voice, as he paddles his
native canoe alongside, form picture of
strength and courage that no age can des-
troy. He Chambers up on deck like a sailor,
cries out to the captain, salutes me very
formally and turns at once to the lepers,
who gather curiously about him. my
children, see, we are not so bad. Look !!
Fine surf, the mountains, the cottages,
something to eat, each OF er to live for, and
God over all. Is it not sop
Then he raises his cap and stands in the
attitude of prayer, the exiles clustering
crlriously about him. Dear me, they know
what prayer is, these natives for if any
people have been prayed with and prayed
upon, it is they.
''Well, my children, get ready to disem-
bark Do not be homesick That is not
brave. Here is work. We must live. We
are not here to be unhappy. If our absence
does good, then we should be content. All,
me! what an uncomfortable voyage you
have had. 1t is 50 Short less than 100
miles; but when came, in a canoe, we came
in 36 hours. No smell of horrible grease
on engines No harsh old captain. Bah -
And with this he turned with such an air of
drollery upon the old skipper, that the
lepers all laughed, and so, too, the captain
in his cracked, nasal way.
Pretty soon they were all bundled into
the canoes and we were off for the shore.
There was no luggage to speak ola few
changes of cotton gowns for the women,
nothing for men, and almost less for the
children, of whom there were half a dozen.
Naturally enough, | was anxious to see
the reception Of this new lot of eXiles by
the longer canoe wherein rode with great
!. trepidaton, for the residents And Father
NDamien took me in his boat the surf was very
high, and landed beforc the first batchreached
the shore you will find but few
people," said the rev. father, ''down to see
those who land. They will be for the most
part the last arrivals previously. Later in
the day the other residents will stroll out to
see the last additions. You see the time
elapsing between voyages is such as to
allow the earliest living residents to become
apathetic.'
''Do you mean,' asked, 'that they do
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