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of me more than of himself, ‘Look out, sir, close to you!’ But 
indeed, it was so; on all sides they were close to us. 
“In about twenty minutes we were all on board the 
schooner. I need not tell you about the attempts I had to 
make at the surgical part of it all. With difficulty I got the 
arrows out of Pearce’s chest and Fisher’s wrist. Edwin’s 
was not a deep wound, but the thermometer was ranging 
from 88° to 91°, and I knew that Norfolk Islanders, like 
most tropical people, are very subject to lockjaw. 
“On the fourth day that dear lad, Fisher, said to me, ‘I 
can’t think what makes my jaw so stiff.’ Then I knew that 
all hope was gone of his being spared. God had been very 
merciful to me. The very truthfulness, and purity, and 
gentleness, and self-denial, and real simple devotion that 
they ever manifested, and that made them so very dear to 
me, are now my best and truest comforts. Their patient 
endurance of great sufferings,—for it is an agonizing death 
to die,—their simple trust in God through Christ, their thank- 
ful, happy, holy disposition, shone out brightly through all. 
Nothing had power to disquiet them. 
“*T am very glad,’ said Fisher, ‘that I was doing my duty. 
Tell my father that I was in the path of duty, and he will 
be so glad. Poor Santa Cruz people!’ Ah, my dear boy, 
you will do more for their conversion by your death than 
ever we shall by our lives. 
“The last night, when I left him for an hour or two at 
1 a. M., only to lie down in my clothes by his side, he said 
faintly (his body being then rigid as a bar of iron), ‘Kiss 
me, bishop!’ At 4 a. Mm. he started as if from a trance; he 
had been wandering a good deal; but all his words, even 
then, were of things pure and holy. His eyes met mine, 
and I saw consciousness gradually coming back into them. 
‘They never stop singing there, sir, do they?’ for his 
thoughts were then with the angels in heaven. Then after 
a short time, the last terrible struggle, and he fell asleep. 
