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Chapter Twenty Three.

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describes a most amazing surprise, and treats of hans egede.

when the starving missionary had taken the edge off his appetite, he closed the clasp-knife with which he had been eating.

“now, my friend,” he said, looking at rooney, “i have eaten quite enough to do me good in my present condition,—perhaps more than enough. you know it is not safe for starving men to eat heartily. besides, i am anxious to give some food to the poor fellows who are with me. one of them has met with a severe accident and is dying i fear. he does not belong to my party, i found him on the mainland and brought him here just before the storm burst on us, intending to take him on to godhaab. he stands more in need of food than sleep, i think.”

“come, then, we will go to him at once,” said rooney, tying up the remains of egede’s breakfast. “how did he come by his accident?” continued the sailor, as the party walked up towards the bushes.

“the girl who takes care of him—his daughter, i think—says he was injured by a bear.”

“if it is a case of broken bones, perhaps i may be of use to him,” said rooney, “for i’ve had some experience in that way.”

egede shook his head, “i fear it is too late,” he replied. “besides, his mind seems to give him more trouble even than his wasted frame. he has come, he says, from the far north, and would certainly have perished after his accident if it had not been for the care and kindness of the women who are with him—especially the younger woman. see, there she comes. her father must have awakened, for she rests near him at night and never leaves him in the morning till he wakes up.”

the missionary was startled at that moment by a loud shout from his companion. next instant angut rushed past him, and, catching the girl in his arms, gave her a most fervent and lover-like embrace, to which she seemed in no ways averse.

it soon became obvious to the missionary that a most unexpected and pleasant meeting of friends was taking place; but the surprise expressed on his grave visage had barely given place to a benignant smile of sympathy, when a female shriek was heard, and sigokow was seen running towards her sister kabelaw. these two did not leap into each other’s arms. the feelings of eskimo females do not usually find vent in that way; but they waltzed round each other, and grinned, and smoothed each other’s hair, and when kabelaw observed that her sister had a huge black eye and a yet unhealed cut across the bridge of her rather flat nose, she clapped her hands, and went into fits of laughter, which helped her somewhat to relieve her feelings.

the surprise and pleasure of this meeting was still at its height when two shrill cries were heard. these were instantly followed by the bursting of pussi and tumbler on the scene, the former of whom rushed into the ready arms of pussimek, while the latter plunged into the bosom of nuna. ippegoo, unable to contain himself for joy, began an impromptu and original waltz round his own mother.

of course it was some time before the party calmed down sufficiently to give or receive explanations. when this state, however, was arrived at, a feeling of sadness was cast over, them all by the re-announcement of the fact that ujarak was certainly dying. he had been carried out of the hole in the snow in which egede and his party had taken refuge from the storm, and laid on a dry spot among the bushes where he could enjoy the sunshine, so that he became visible to his former friends the instant they entered the cleared space where he lay.

any feelings of revenge that may have lingered in the breast of angut were dissipated like a summer cloud when he saw the thin worn frame, and the pale haggard countenance, of the poor wizard. he went forward at once, and, kneeling beside him, took hold of one of his hands.

“you—you—forgive me, i see?” said ujarak, anxiously.

“yes, i forgive you,” replied angut, with fervour, for his heart was touched at the sight of the once strong and self-reliant man, who in so short a time had been reduced to such utter helplessness.

“i am glad—glad,” continued ujarak, “that you have come before i die. i thank god for sending you. i have prayed for this.”

“you thank god! you have prayed!” exclaimed angut in surprise. “is it the kablunets’ god you thank and pray to?”

“yes; jesus—not only the kablunets’ god, but the god and saviour of the innuit also—the saviour of the whole world. i have found him—or rather, he has found me, the wicked angekok, since i came here.”

the dying man turned a grateful look on egede as he spoke.

“it is true,” said the missionary, coming forward. “i believe that god, who brings about all good things, sent me here, and sent this man here, so that we should meet for the purpose of bringing about his salvation. the almighty is confined to no such plans, yet it pleases him to work by means, and often with poor tools.”

egede spoke now in the language of the eskimos, having long before that time learned to speak it sufficiently well to be understood.

“angut,” said ujarak, after a few moments, “listen to me. i cannot live long. before i go, let me tell you that nunaga is good—good—good! she is true to you, and she has been very, very good to me. she forgives me, though i meant to take her from you and from her home for ever. but for her, i should have been left to die on the ice. she must have had the spirit of jesus in her before she heard his name. take care of her, angut. she will serve you well. listen to her, and she will teach you to be wise—”

he ceased abruptly. the energy with which he spoke proved to be the last flare of the mysterious lamp of life. next moment only the worn-out tenement of the angekok lay before his people, for his spirit had “returned to god who gave it.”

the joy which had been so suddenly created by this unexpected union of friends and kindred was damped, not only by the sad though happy death of the wizard, but by the recurrence of the storm which had already proved almost fatal to them all. the recent clearing up of the weather was only a lull in the gale. soon the sky overclouded again, snow began to fall so thickly that they could not see more than a few yards in any direction, and the wind drove them back into the hole or cave in the snow out of which the short-lived sunshine had drawn them.

the body of ujarak was buried under a heap of stones, for they had no implements with which to dig a grave. then okiok and his party hastily constructed a rude snow-hut to protect them from the storm. here for two more days and nights they were imprisoned, and much of that time they passed in listening to the pleasant discourse of hans egede, as he told the northern natives the wonderful story of redemption through jesus christ, or recounted some of his own difficulties in getting out to greenland.

few missionaries, we should imagine, have experienced or overcome greater difficulties in getting to their field of labour than this same earnest norwegian, hans egede, though doubtless many may have equalled him in their experience of dangers and difficulties after the fight began.

even after having made up his mind to go to greenland out of pure desire for the salvation of souls—for his knowledge of that inhospitable land precluded the possibility of his having been tempted to go to it from any other motive—he had to spend over ten years of his life in overcoming objections and obstructions to his starting.

at first his friends gave him credit for being mad, for people are somewhat slow to believe in disinterested self-sacrifice; and the idea of a clergyman with a comfortable living in norway, who had, besides, a wife and four small children, voluntarily resolving to go to a region in which men could be barely said to live, merely for the purpose of preaching christ to uncivilised savages, seemed to them absurd. they little knew the power of the missionary spirit, or rather, the power of the holy spirit, by which some great men are actuated! but, after all, if in the world’s experience many men are found ready to take their lives in their hands, and cheerfully go to the coldest, hottest, and wildest regions of earth at the call of duty, or “glory,” or gold, is it strange that some men should be found willing to do the same thing for the love of god and the souls of men?

be this as it may, it is certain that the soul of good hans egede became inflamed with a burning desire to go as a missionary to greenland, and from the time that the desire arose, he never ceased to pray and strive towards the accomplishment of his purpose. his thoughts were first turned in that direction by reading of christian men from his own country, who, centuries before, had gone to greenland, established colonies, been decimated by sickness, and then almost exterminated by the natives—at least so it was thought, but all knowledge of them had long been lost. a friend in bergen who had made several voyages to greenland aroused egede’s pity for his lost countrymen, some of whom, it was supposed, had sunk back into paganism for want of teachers. his thoughts and his desires grew, and the first difficulty presented itself in the form of a doubt as to whether it was allowable to forsake his congregation. besides, several near relations as well as wife and children were dependent on him for sustenance, which increased the initial difficulty.

but “where there’s a will there’s a way” is a proverb, the truth of which hans egede very soon began to exemplify. not least among this good man’s difficulties seemed to be his modesty, for he was troubled with “extreme diffidence and the fear of being charged with presumption.”

at last, in the year 1710, he determined to make a humble proposal to bishop randulph of bergen, and to bishop krog of drontheim, entreating them to support at court his plans for the conversion of the greenlanders. both bishops replied favourably; but when his friends saw that he was in earnest, they set up vehement opposition to what they styled his preposterous enterprise. even his wife and family were at first among his foes, so that the poor man was greatly perplexed, and well-nigh gave up in despair. happily, his wife at the time became involved in a series of troubles and persecutions, which so affected her that she left the enemy, and ever afterwards supported her husband loyally, heart and soul.

that egede regarded his wife’s opposition as more formidable than that of all the rest of his kith and kin put together, may be gathered from the fact that he says, on her coming over, that his “joy was complete,” and that he “believed every obstacle to have been vanquished.” in the strength of these feelings he immediately drew up a memorial to the worthy college of missions, and again entreated the help of the bishops of bergen and drontheim. but bishops then, as now, were not to be unduly hurried. they recommended patience till more favourable and peaceful times!

thus egede’s plans were postponed from year to year, for peaceful times seemed very far off. moreover, he was assailed with all kinds of reproaches and misunderstandings as to motives, so that in the year 1715 he thought it necessary to draw up a vindication of his conduct entitled, “a scriptural and rational solution and explanation of the difficulties and objections raised against the design of converting the heathen greenlanders.”

then people tried to divert egede from his purpose by picturing to him the dangers of his enterprise; the miseries he must endure; the cruelty of endangering the lives of his wife and children; and lastly, by pointing out the madness of relinquishing a certain for an uncertain livelihood. they even went so far as to insinuate that, under a cloak of religious motive, he wished to “aggrandise his reputation;” but egede was heroically firm—some folk would say obstinate.

wearied with delays, and having reason to believe that his memorial was not properly supported, he resolved at last to go himself to the fountain-head. resigning his office in 1718, he went to bergen, from which port there had been in time past considerable trade with greenland. here he received little or no encouragement, but the sudden death at this time of king charles the twelfth, giving hopes of the speedy restoration of peace, egede thought it advisable to go to copenhagen and personally present his memorial to the college of missions. he did so, and received the encouraging answer that the king would “consider his matter.”

kings have a wonderful capacity for taking time to “consider matters”—sometimes to the extent of passing out of time altogether, and leaving the consideration to successors. but the king on this occasion was true to his word. he gave egede a private audience, and in 1719 sent orders to the magistrates of bergen to collect all the opinions and information that could be gathered in regard to the trade with greenland and the propriety of establishing a colony there, with a statement of the privileges that might be desired by adventurers wishing to settle in the new land. but, alas! no adventurers wished to settle there; the royal efforts failed, and poor egede was left to fall back on his own exertions and private enterprise.

for another year this indefatigable man vainly importuned the king and the college of missions. at last he prevailed on a number of sympathisers to hold a conference. these, under his persuasive powers, subscribed forty pounds a-piece towards a mission fund. egede set a good example by giving sixty pounds. then, by begging from the bishop and people of bergen, he raised the fund to about two thousand pounds. with this sum he bought a ship, and called it the hope. two other vessels were chartered and freighted—one for the whale fishery, the other to take home news of the colony. the king, although unable to start the enterprise, appointed egede missionary to the colony with a salary of sixty pounds a year, besides a present of a hundred pounds for immediate expenses, and finally, on the 12th may 1721, the indomitable hans, with his heroic wife and four children, set sail for “greenland’s icy mountains,” after an unprecedented ten years’ conflict.

dangers and partial disasters greeted them on their arrival, in july, at baal’s river, latitude 64 degrees, where they established the colony of godhaab.

it would require a volume to tell of hans egede’s difficulties, doings, and sufferings in the new land. suffice it to say that they were tremendous, and that he acted as the pioneer to the interesting missions of the moravian brethren to the same neighbourhood.

hans egede had been several years at his post when the meeting already described took place between him and the northern eskimos.

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