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Here
,
to
our
surprise
,
we
found
the
teacher
standing
under
a
tree
,
with
his
hands
clasped
before
him
,
and
the
tears
trickling
down
his
dark
cheeks
.
On
seeing
Jack
,
who
came
out
first
,
he
sprang
towards
him
,
and
clasping
him
in
his
arms
,
exclaimed
:
"
Oh
my
dear
young
friend
,
through
the
great
goodness
of
God
you
are
free
!
"
"
Free
?
"
cried
Jack
.
"
Ay
,
free
!
"
repeated
the
teacher
,
shaking
us
warmly
by
the
hands
again
and
again
--
"
free
to
go
and
come
as
you
will
.
The
Lord
has
unloosed
the
bonds
of
the
captive
,
and
set
the
prisoners
free
.
A
missionary
has
been
sent
to
us
,
and
Tararo
has
embraced
the
Christian
religion
!
The
people
are
even
now
burning
their
gods
of
wood
!
Come
,
my
dear
friends
,
and
see
the
glorious
sight
!
"
We
could
scarcely
credit
our
senses
.
So
long
had
we
been
accustomed
,
in
our
cavern
,
to
dream
of
deliverance
,
that
we
imagined
for
a
moment
this
must
surely
be
nothing
more
than
another
vivid
dream
.
Our
eyes
and
minds
were
dazzled
,
too
,
by
the
brilliant
sunshine
,
which
almost
blinded
us
after
our
long
confinement
to
the
gloom
of
our
prison
,
so
that
we
felt
giddy
with
the
variety
of
conflicting
emotions
that
filled
our
throbbing
bosoms
;
but
as
we
followed
the
footsteps
of
our
sable
friend
,
and
beheld
the
bright
foliage
of
the
trees
,
and
heard
the
cries
of
the
paroquets
,
and
smelt
the
rich
perfume
of
the
flowering
shrubs
,
the
truth
--
that
we
were
really
delivered
from
prison
and
from
death
--
rushed
with
overwhelming
power
into
our
souls
,
and
with
one
accord
,
while
tears
sprang
to
our
eyes
,
we
uttered
a
loud
,
long
cheer
of
joy
.
It
was
replied
to
by
a
shout
from
a
number
of
the
natives
who
chanced
to
be
near
.
Running
towards
us
,
they
shook
us
by
the
hand
with
every
demonstration
of
kindly
feeling
.
They
then
fell
behind
,
and
forming
a
sort
of
procession
,
conducted
us
to
the
dwelling
of
Tararo
.
The
scene
that
met
our
eyes
here
was
one
that
I
shall
never
forget
.
On
a
rude
bench
in
front
of
his
house
sat
the
chief
.
A
native
stood
on
his
left
hand
,
who
from
his
dress
seemed
to
be
a
teacher
.
On
his
right
stood
an
English
gentleman
,
who
I
at
once
,
and
rightly
,
concluded
was
a
missionary
.
He
was
tall
,
thin
,
and
apparently
past
forty
,
with
a
bald
forehead
and
thin
grey
hair
.
The
expression
of
his
countenance
was
the
most
winning
I
ever
saw
,
and
his
clear
grey
eyes
beamed
with
a
look
that
was
frank
,
fearless
,
loving
,
and
truthful
.
In
front
of
the
chief
was
an
open
space
,
in
the
centre
of
which
lay
a
pile
of
wooden
idols
,
ready
to
be
set
on
fire
;
and
around
these
were
assembled
thousands
of
natives
,
who
had
come
to
join
in
or
to
witness
the
unusual
sight
.
A
bright
smile
overspread
the
missionary
's
face
as
he
advanced
quickly
to
meet
us
,
and
he
shook
us
warmly
by
the
hands
.
"
I
am
overjoyed
to
meet
you
,
my
dear
young
friends
,
"
he
said
.
"
My
friend
and
your
friend
,
the
teacher
,
has
told
me
your
history
;
and
I
thank
our
Father
in
heaven
with
all
my
heart
,
that
He
has
guided
me
to
this
island
and
made
me
the
instrument
of
saving
you
.
"
We
thanked
the
missionary
most
heartily
,
and
asked
him
,
in
some
surprise
,
how
he
had
succeeded
in
turning
the
heart
of
Tararo
in
our
favour
.
"
I
will
tell
you
that
at
a
more
convenient
time
,
"
he
answered
,
"
meanwhile
we
must
not
forget
the
respect
due
to
the
chief
.
He
waits
to
receive
you
.
"
