β Scribed by Snow, Jenika
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In 1892, the Bishop of Tasmania set sail for Melanesia with the intent of rescuing islanders from lives of fear, black magic and cannibalism. Over 100 years later, his great grandson, Charles Montgomery, followed the bishop's route through the South Pacific, seeking out the spirits and myths his missionary forebear had sought to destroy. Montgomery explored remote shores where gospel and empire never took hold. He rubbed shoulders with barefoot preachers, witch doctors and gun-toting rebels, only to discover that the pagan spirits were more tenacious than the missionaries had imagined. Melanesi.;1. A packet of sand -- 2. The business of Port Vila is God -- 3. Tanna : a conflagration of belief -- 4. The prophet raises his hands to the sky -- 5. Ninety hours on the MV Brisk -- 6. The book of Espiritu Santo -- 7. The word and its meaning -- 8. Maewo : magic and fear -- 9. The curse of Gaua -- 10. The boy who killed the story of Vanua Lava -- 11. Death and marriage on Mota -- 12. The secret of West Vanua Lava -- 13. My first Tasiu -- 14. Guadalcanal, the unhappy isle -- 15. The bishop of Malaita -- 16. A short walk in East Kwaio -- 17. Raiders of the Nono Lagoon -- 18. Under the Langa Langa Lagoon -- 19. The brothers and their miracles -- 20. Nukapu and the meaning of stories -- 21. Into the storm -- A note on language and spelling.
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