Arizona republican., 1914-09-13

all planned secretly to accompany me 1 down to the ship, and sing me off in authentic apostolic manner. Little did I guess what was ahead for me at the wharf. It is quite good parable of life down here, so watch what hap pens. First of all. you had the great big ship ablaze with arc lamps, steam up and almost off. Lined up on the wharf was this strong native choir, with flashing eyes, singing out of the darkness, God Be With You Till We Meet Again And there was l. with the whole crowd of my giddy fellow passengers, leaning over the buiwarks. They were horribly embarrassed at this Sunday-go-t to meeting business rammed down their threats. The em- barrassment was the more painful be- cause some of them professed to go to church one in a blue moon. And there
 you have black, despised natives, brave enough to do a thing that they (the whites) would rather die than dol mean, sing Gods hymns with parting prayers from a public wharf. Then came the most dramatic contrast. Down the wharf in the moonlight there comes a yelling, bawling band Of young, cleans shaven colonials. They are nearly all dead drunk and they too have come down (watch the contrasD to sing off a departing pal. Watch now the amazing, the astounding prob lem in etiquette. My beautiful lined
 up choir is first in position and there fore (surely!) the new arrivals, if they must sing their ribald songs will do so at the other end of the boat. Fair plays a duel Nay, verify, they come reeiing down, crowd in against the choir, yell like demons For He's Jolly Good Fellow" and all the time trying to drown even an echo of the poor old native choir But the natives said, "Oh, here goes for the Holy War, so louder and louder the deep voice of the ex cannibals was heard singing my parting hymn. The opposition camp, catching up the antagonism of the thing, yelled more loudly than before this, their sec ond song, and being of the vaudeville type Meantime, here are we ali lean ing over the bulwarks of our ship, amazed and maddened that our own white race could be guilty of such dark. dirty deed Even rank outsiders who would have nothing to do with religion, my fellow passengers were overheard to say What dirty sneeks!" For days afterwards aboard ship that wharf side picture (the white man try ing to drown the native Christians song of praise,) ranked, and nagged, and jagged at our souls Even those who did not say it, certainly thought that there you had it symbolized and exemplified-the horrid antagonism that the Gospel has in all these islands. If only the white man at least hid his head in shame at the memory of his mothers God and his fathers God, the Gospel would have a better chance in these lands
 Now, at last, ar last, here comes the glorious Auckland harbor. On the wharf my committee of godly men meet me to inform me that. in antci- patton of my coming, d committee of godly men of all denominations have arranged my meetings in a highly systematised manner-the great town hall having been taken. To meet the dear friends here has been wonder ful joy. My heart was hungering for Christian fellowship after the long voy- age. Tomorrow I leave, going south, where great arrangements have been made.
 In Tasmania the governor general. Sir Ellis Mccartney, is presiding at my