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and see if the stones fall.” The man replied, “I go not out, I shall die.” He waited till night, and till day, and then said, “ The wind is truly dead, and the stones and the trunks of trees cease to fall, neither is there the sound of the stones." They went out, and like a small mountain was the heap, or collection, of the stones and the wood. The earth and the rocks remained of the land; the shrubs were entirely destroyed by the sea. They descended and gazed with astonishment great. There were no houses, nor cocoa-nuts, nor palm trees, nor hibiscus, nor grass; all was destroyed by the sea. They two dwelt together. The woman brought forth two children, one was a son, and the other a daughter. They grieved that there was no food for their children. Again the mother brought forth, but still there was no food. The children grew up without food; then the bread-fruit bore fruit, and the cocoanut and every kind of food. In three days encircled, or covered, was the land with food. The land became covered with men.
From two persons, the father and the mother, filled was the land.'
There can be little doubt but that the foregoing tradition blends together two distinct events, the Tahitian account of the deluge, and some violent hurricane or volcanic eruption.
Jackson was especially fond of collecting these native traditions from the missionaries and others, as evidence of the extraordinary antiquity of the Polynesian races, and the marked similarity which exists between all the legendary lore of all branches and offshoots of the Sawaiori race. A careful comparison of the legends of the New Zealand Maoris, and those of Tahiti, Fiji, Tonga, and Samoa, such as might be collected, would convince anyone of the common origin of these people, and that that origin is an Oriental one, if not Jewish.
Jackson always connected the Papuan race with the negroes of Africa, and his view has been confirmed in a measure by Mr. Wallace, who, in the Contemporary Review of February, last year (1879), says, “It is impossible not to look upon these Eastern negroes and the Africans as being related to each other, and as representing an early variation, if not the primitive type, of mankind which once spread widely over all the tropical portions of the Eastern hemisphere.' The whole aspect of the intense degradation of the Papuan race inclines me to believe they are all children of Ham, and the profound contempt with which these black people are regarded by the brown Polynesians, and even by the Tarapon race or Micronesians, strengthens my opinion.
As regards the antiquity of the Polynesian races, it should be noted that no less an authority than Professor Max Müller, in his invaluable work on * Language,' has stated that the arguments adduced by a scholar at Honolulu, to the effect that the Sawaiori language is probably the earliest of all languages, are not to be set aside with contempt.
Jackson and I frequently discussed the languages of Coral Lands,' but all that he and I had to say is so much better put by the Rev. S. J. Whitmee, that although I learned some portion of the grammar, if I may so call it, of the question on board the Belle Frances, I make no apology for quoting Mr. Whitmee's scientific treatment of the subject, which I do in the Appendix.
Jackson's chief amusement was conversation, and we used to discuss some big subjects. Of course my friend possessed that eminently Polynesian trick of interposing all sorts of stories, whether relevant or not to the matter under debate ; and if I give one or two of them here, it is with the object of making my account of the daily routine of our cruises aboard the Belle Frances as near life as possible. The native sailors singing and telling stories forward, were very faithfully imitated by the papalagis aft. There was a dash of the Oriental in the whole business : going swiftly through the water, we yet felt no particular hurry-although Jackson had a horror of malua. We were breathing the balmy breezes of the Pacific, and while they woke us in the morning ere we had the invigorating hose applied, they were our soft sighing lullaby at night. We fed not daintily, but well : in a word, we were · living' in a sense which was the absolute reverse of what 'life' is in big towns; and though we had no society save our own, we were very happy. One learns strange lessons in strange ways, and I got more information on board the deck of the Belle Frances, not only about men and manners in the South Sea, but a great deal of useful knowledge about men and manners all over the world ; and it was conveyed in no superfine cynical ‘how-vastly.well-informed-I-am' style, but leisurely imparted in a free and easy humorous sort of way, as if being a living encyclopedia was the ordinary routine of life, and had to be endured. To Jackson the world was the world of God, not the world as man has made it, still less the world of fashion. But notwithstanding his passionate love of nature, he had driven a locomotive, and in years gone by had known a little of Paris and London.
Occasionally, but not often, he would refer to his happy days at Stonyhurst, and explain the mysteries to me of “ blandykes' (a holiday on the first Thursday of each month), or the exact meaning of 'roggling,' which I found out was, when interpreted, making a wall of boulder stones across the river Ribble, leaving a small space for a net, and, this being complete, driving the fish down the stream for half a mile or so. When he did get on his college experiences he would not quickly tire. Strangely enough he had some recollection of young Tichborne, and it occurred to me at the time that, as he had constantly reached Sydney from the islands, Jackson might have been an important witness in a certain cause célébre; but I never asked him if he had been in Wagga Wagga.
Some of Jackson's mining stories were exceptionally amusing, the one he called the 'Refrigerator' being about as good a specimen of cool impudence as I have ever heard of. Jackson assured me that it was an absolutely true story of Australian mining life, and from my own personal experience of some of the gentry who affect mines as a means of getting a living, honestly or otherwise, I am inclined to swear to the facts themselves. Anyway, two“ gentlemen '-we will call them-having completely cleaned out a claim, came across another man who wanted to purchase ; and the stranger agreed to buy the claim referred to, provided that the quartz would yield not less than one ounce per ton.
The gentlemen anxious to sell, finding nature to be deficient as to gold in this particular quartz, determined to supplement it by art ; and accordingly put in the requisite amount of gold to make the average number of ounces exceed the condition of the intending purchaser ; but, alas for their misplaced confidence, the people who had to crush the quartz discovered that nearly all the gold in it had been deliberately put there, and being, of course, honest folk, and not wishing to deceive anybody, least of all an unsuspecting stranger, they quietly appropriated the 'put in 'gold, and the out-turn from the stampers was really what the quartz was worth. Now in this case there was no honour among thieves, for the selling people actually went to law against the quartzcrushers to recover the gold they admitted in court they had inserted in order to sell the mine. Possession is nine points of the law, for the plaintiffs failed to recover, the judge who tried the case saying that both the parties in the action ought to be placed safely under lock and key for at least a year.
The cool assurance of the parties in bringing the action induced Jackson to christen this yarn as he did.
Abler pens than mine have over and over again described sailing in the beautiful Pacific, and one day was very much like another. We never saw the sea serpent, and caught no sharks; nobody fell overboard, and about the only adventure' that I can remember was that we lost an open tin of sardines, and found that