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Title: The conversion of the Maoris
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: MacDougall, Donald, 1856?-1920
Subjects: Missions, New Zealand Maoris
Publisher: Philadelphia, Pa., Presbyterian board of publication and Sabbath-school work
Contributing Library: Princeton Theological Seminary Library
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icting of sin, righteousness and judg-ment. It was not an uncommon thing to see on thebeach before public worship sixty or seventycanoes loaded with thousands of people, who hadcome twenty-five or thirty miles to hear theWord of Life. They would come on Saturday,so as not to break the Sabbath. Early on Sab-bath morning they would find their way to themeetinghouse. The whole aspect of the stationbrought to mind the words of David, This isthe day which the Lord hath made; we will re-joice and be glad. These were days of blessing.Hundreds confessed their faith in the Lord Jesusas a personal Saviour. One day one hundred andthirty-eight adults were baptized, and forty-sixchildren. In 1840, the Wesleyans had one thou-sand three hundred communicants and severalthousand attendants at divine worship; and inJanuary, 1855, they reported sixteen mission sta-tions, twenty English ministers, two hundred andthirty-four native teachers, and three thousandand seventy Maori members, with seven thousand
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THE METHODIST MISSION. 81 ■% five hundred and ninety regular hearers, seventy-four church buiklings, one hundred and twenty-one preaching places and four thousand four hun-dred and eighteen Maoris attending Sunday-schools. The Kev. James Buller wrote: I arrived atmy own station late on Saturday evening, and wasthankful that all was well. I had been nearlythree months away, climbing mountains, descend-ing precipices, wading rivers, penetrating forests,sometimes drenched with rain, then boiling in.the sun, and at night sleeping on the ground.My traveling companions told thrilling tales ofblood and battle—what hecatombs of humanbodies had been cooked and eaten in days goneby. But with all, the journey had its bright side.I found in most places a people prepared for theLord and the fields white unto the harvest. There were some happy deaths among theconverts, again wrote Mr. Buller. The firstwho was buried in our new cemetery was Ihapera,the wife of T. W. Nene. Some of her last wordsw

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