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THE XATIOXAL GEOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE 



Photograph by Junius B. Wood 



THE FINEST TYPE OP NATIVE MISSIONARY 



Though the American missionaries aban- 

 doned their work on the island of Truk years 

 ago, the Reverend Ham Aettu still preaches 

 the gospel to his people. He knows an Ameri- 

 can named Louis and would like to hear from 

 him. 



3,000. Some say that the rifles captured 

 from the Spaniards are hidden in that 

 jungle. 



A new path around the edge of the 

 island, hnilt under Japanese supervision, 

 past the houses of its remaining fringe 

 of population, is the only route of com- 

 munication by land. Lieutenant Yama- 

 naka, the present naval commander, treats 

 the natives with gentleness and consid- 

 eration. 



vSeated on a rough rock at the side of 

 the Chokach footpath, the woman, who is 

 said to have been received at court in 

 Berlin, and in Hamburg society in the 

 early '90's, when she was a tropical 

 belle, patiently told her story. Then she 

 was 25 and handsome ; now she was 56 

 and faded. The tropics had reclaimed 

 her, quick and sure. 



"My name is not Kubary now," she 

 added, as if following the thought. That 

 was another miniature of the changing 

 life of the Carolines. When the struggle 

 seemed never to be won, Kubary com- 

 mitted suicide. 



The widow, still a young woman, mar- 

 ried a young native. He was one of the 

 leaders who killed the German governor 

 and was executed. The widow and her 

 daughter — she has flown from the jun- 

 gle — were among the 200 deported to 

 Angaur. The older has returned to take 

 another young native husband. The 

 young man in that little world who has 

 the Kubary widow for a wife has social 

 standing if not domestic contentment. 



her father was a baxtimorean 



"My father was Alec Yeliot, of Balti- 

 more," she continued. "He was buried 

 here by Dr. Doane (one of the early 

 American missionaries). I was 14 years 

 old when I married Air. Kubary. We 

 traveled through all the islands while he 

 made his studies for the Godefroy Com- 

 pany, and then we went to Europe. 



"We went everywhere — England, 

 France, Germany, Italy, Russia — but so 

 much has happened to me since and no- 

 body here understands it that I have for- 

 gotten. Only a year after we were back 

 Mr. Kubary died, leaving me and our 

 daughter. She is now a teacher in the 

 French convent (naming a British city). 

 All of the past is gone, but life goes on 

 just the same. 



