Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-05-31

time. BY and by, as days went by, Kill
agia and the old white man Paka swore
friendship and became as brothers,
and Kilagia built him house for him
self and daughter and gave him slaves
to work for him. The other white men
we're not good men, they were bad men,
But yet Kilagia gave each one q wife
from among the village girls and all
wit well for a time. But one day,
when the white woman-whom her
father called Neli-was alone, one OF
the white men came TO her and said
she must be his wife. He was big
man named Kelli, and much feared by
the others, but the white woman spoke
/ scornflllly to him and said he had ma
tive wife already. Then she ran away
and he ran after her. While he pur-
sued her she cried loudly for her faith
er, who ran out from his house TO meet
her. She sprang into his arms, but he
put her aside, and drawing his knife,
he sprang at the big man. and thrust 1t
first into his stomach and then into his
throat The other four men then tried
TO kill Paka with their knives, but Kill
agia and his men came to his help, and
they overpowered the four white men,
and then, binding their arms and legs
with kafa (cinnet)' they took them TO
the edge Of the reef and cast them to the
sharks, which quickly devoured them.
All these five men, so Paka told Kilagia,
were prisoners who had run away from
prison in Sydney. All the wives OF
these five men bore five children-born
after the fathers were given to the
sharks.
When the year had gone, Paka took a
wife, the daughter OF Uranu. kilagla's
chief wife. She bore him child, and the
white woman nursed it and loved II as
much as did its mother Nearly every day
the old man and his daughter would walk
round the island and look out over the sea
to see if any ship was coming. But after
a time the old man ceased to look; he
began to love the son borne 10 him by the
daughter of Uranu. Then, too, in time,
the daughter of Paka cared no more to
look out over the sea for a ship; she told
Kilagia's wives that she cared not to go
back to her own country again-it was
only because her father once desired it
ship. After she and her father had been
living on the island for nearly three years
the white woman took a husband, man
from the island farthest north Of all these.
His name was Kavirua and although not
a chief he was rich in land and houses and
canoes. They had many children; and
then when Paka, the old white man, died,
his daughter came over from the north
island and took his body away and buried
it near the place where she lived. AS the
years went on she forgot English talk.
and although two whaleships called a
year or two after her father died she went
not near them, but lived and died as one of
the island people"
That was Taranoa's story and Captain
Warren listened to it with the keenest in
terest.
'If you like to come with me show you
the place where the old white man and his
daughter are buried" resumed Taranoa.
after the woman had been dead q year
another ship came. She was a brig, and
her captain was a big tall man. He and
my father made friends and the captain
said he had come to search for the old
man and his daughter Then my father
told him all that had been done and showed
him the place where they were buried.
Come with me and I will show you"
Entering the canoe with the chief and
four natives the captain of the Macedonian
an hour later was landed on the north ISL
and. A short walk through the groves OF
palms brought them to a cleared spot In
the centre of the narrow island. A little
to the right hand side were two grassy
mounds close together. and to Captain
Warrens surprise at the head he saw a
weatherbeaten headboard with an inscrip-
ton painted on It in English. Over the
headboard was small she'd matched with
pandanus leaves. evidently built by ma
tive hands TO protect the inscription from
the fierce rays OF a tropic sun.
"Who did this?" he asked of Taranoa.
THE big captain who came to seek for
them. He stayed here with us for three
days. He and the shipS carpenter made
this board and wrote words upon It. and
we promised him to care well for the
graves"
The American leant down and read the
lettering, which, from the effects Of time.
had in parts become almost unGecipher-
able:
SACRED TO THE
NJ MORY
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Err CTED BY Jno LOCKE