---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - John Q. Adams
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 18
number: 5
published: 1915-03
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'John Q. Adams, "Origin of the Brown South Pacific Islander—I," *Improvement Era* 18, no. 5 (March 1915): 395–400.'
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  identifier: improvementera1805unse
start_page: 395
end_page: 400
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  status: public-domain
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  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera1805unse
  publication_year: 1915
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1915, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Origin of the Brown South Pacific Islander—I

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THE LIFE MESSAGE OF JOHN RUSKIN                                        395

find that   it  not an easy one to answer.
                 is                         Can it be answered?
John Ruskin was      a man with a many-sided mind      he was the    ;

possessor of a great and varied knowledge       he was a tireless;

worker in many fields of thought and action he drank deeply of
                                                             ;

the alternate sweet and bitter in the cup which fate held to his
lips, and his life was prolonged beyond the scriptural span.  Did
John Ruskin leave one central message among the countless beau-
tiful thoughts which came from his pen, in the recorded actions
of his intense and lengthened life?
    John Ruskin!              There   is   a   charm   in   that name.       "Next to
being great oneself," was his dictum, "is the capacity to see and
understand greatness in others." And the thought that prompted
those words to the great man, is a sort of keynote in the melody
of his own life work.     Ruskin himself was a hero-worshiper, his
books are filled with words of admiration for the great ones of
all ages.  He has been called "The Art-Seer," and "The Modern
Plato."                                                —
          Divide his life work into parts if that be possible and              —
we find him art-critic, poet, artist, scientist, political and social
economist, historian, reformer, a teacher and worker in endless
fields.  Well, indeed, must he have pondered upon and understood
the Parable of the Talents.    Unto him how truly could have been
spoken the words      "Well done, thou good and faithful servant."
                          :

      One life experience, and one that has been such an unwelcome
teacher to many, Ruskin never knew.        I mean that terrible yet
                          —
thorough teacher Poverty. For gold he who is our subject never
lacked, and perhaps an experience of poverty might have changed
many of his earlier and later views upon social and political econ-
omy, upon the question, for instance, of becoming involved in the
mesh of debt. Be that as it may, we will not speculate upon what
might have been but think of that which was. Out of that vast
mass of writing of his, in which he has dealt with every phase
of art, from ancient to modern times, of botany, of geology, ques-
tions of relationship between labor and capital, of state and re-
ligion, what is the central message that John Ruskin has given the
world?
    The French art-critic, R. de la Sizeranne, has written a book
entitled Ruskin  and the Religion of Beauty. Yes, that is correct.
Ruskin's intense and passionate admiration of beauty of art, of          —
literature, of nature, the works of the inspired ones, of streams
and woods, of mountains and sea,               — was a
                                                sort of religion and his
own words the litany of his worship.          Pmt his religion included
the spiritual, it is founded upon the words of Christ, and the lines
of the Psalms      "Consider the lilies of the field ;" "His countenance
                      :

was as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars." Rut from his admira-
tion of art and nature. Ruskin passed on to a like passionate de-
sire to be of assistance to his fellow men.       Not only to point out
to them the beauty and truths of art, literature and the world on

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396                       IMPROVEMENT ERA
which we live, but also to point out the higher spiritual truths of
existence, to alleviate the suffering that comes from false ideals,
blind selfishness and misdirected energies.   If his theories were
right or wrong; whether he was merely a dreamer or an advanced
practical thinker, in the true manner of directing mental and
physical power   —many are the days which shall pass away before
we shall fully and rightfully answer those questions.
     But to our subject! I wonder how many of my readers have
read Ruskin's four books, Sesame and Lilies, Crozvn of Wild
Olive, Queen of the Air, and Ethics of the Dust? The first named
is the most popular of all the writer's books    —
                                                 if we except the
                                                      —
marvelous child's story, King of the Golden River, and perhaps
deservedly so from one standpoint of thought.        It is detrimental
and unfortunate to the reputation and usefulness of the great
English writer that so much of his splendid and instructive writing
is contained in works of such a special and technical nature as to

bar them from ever becoming popular or even understandable to
the general reader.   I refer to Modem Painters, Stones of Venice,
Two Paths, Seven Lamps of Architecture, and the like books of
his.  Such beauty of diction, such wealth of imagery and knowl-
edge, are hardly to be found in any other writer. But from the
causes mentioned they are only read by the few, but by these few
Ruskin is beloved as is none other. He is of the very greatest
and by some critics is placed on the same level with the Greek
dreamer Plato, the English philosopher Francis Bacon, and the
German poet and thinker Goethe. If he falls below these men in
certain strengths he is the equal of the first, and far above the two
latter in spirituality.
     There was something saint-like almost Christ-like in the life
of the man of whom we write.      Even in his madness there was a
touch of the divine. Although he professed but little patience with
the lives of certain saints and hermits of the Middle Ages, there
is a question what he might not have been, in spite of all his love

of art, the wonder of that study of his, with its many treasures,
had he lived in their day.
      Truth, Beauty, Power, Sacrifice, Obedience, Labor, Memory,
these are the names of the lamps in Ruskin's Seven Lamps of
Achitecture.                    —              —
                Ruskin often sat figuratively as one of his biog-
raphers says, "like Job or Jeremiah among the potsherds and
thorns, not ceasing to speculate on why the universe existed and
whether there was a life beyond death." Afterwards, when his
great trials of life came, and indeed they came, he discovered that
truth which is learned by many of us who have not his advantages
of wealth  :  "It is work that keeps one sane."      In his famous
Letters to the Worhingmen, he points out the vast difference be-
tween Liberty and Anarchy. "Men must be spoken simply to, if
you would sruide them kindlv and long." and vet he forgot this

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THE LIFE MESSAGE OF JOHN RUSKIN                               397

dictum when addressing the workmen of Great Britain.                     Few
of them could follow his intricate logic, or translate his quotations
of Greek and Latin.       He failed, for the time being, because he
was not understood.
      To admire, to love the beauty of the. physical world to com-   ;

prehend the great poets to understand the great masters of art
                              ;

to be taught of the great philosophers; to obey and revere, the
true kings of the earth to follow the prophets of old to live in
                          ;                                      ;

                                                    —
very truth the teachings of Christ, are not all these messages
from the life of John Ruskin? Which one of these did he not
himself live ? No this man, who was a poet, an art-seer, a scien-
                    ;

tist, a philosopher, a moralist, a politician, and a philanthropist,

was not perfect. Such is not given for man to be. Yet, out of
the furnaces of fire in which he was tried, he emerged victorious
and unscathed.
      What a pathetic and beautiful figure he presents in his last
days !  Gentle, loving, patient brain-heart-and soul-tired, uttering
                                       ;

no word of controversy or bitterness, with only a smile of infinite
wisdom upon his calm face, regretting not the passing of life, and
ever ready to receive the welcome summons of death.
      The life message of John Ruskin         Have I not already told
                                                        !

it? To let the ideal life, and the real, the spiritual and the material,
be as near alike as possible.     Love Beauty, Be Pure, Be Brave,
Admire and Be Taught by Genius, Obey and Revere Power, Be
Sincere.
      Be true This appears to be the central thought in the Life
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Origin of the Brown South Pacific Islander

                            BY JOHN Q. ADAMS

                        In Two Parts      —Part One
     As the insignificant, wafted straw points out unerringly the
path of the wind, otherwise unseen, so in the onward march of
great historical events apparently minor incidents have often,
within themselves, the indication of the general trend.
     Some centuries back there was recounted by Alma, prophet-
historian, a seemingly insignificant narrative, brief and simple, that
undoubtedly has assumed broad proportions in the light of more
modern developments. It is this

                    THE BLACK SOLOMON ISLANDER
   The type of person with which the brown islander has no possible connection.

    "And it came to pass that Hagoth, he being an exceeding curious
man; therefore he went forth and built him an exceeding large ship,
on the borders of the Land Bountiful, by the land Desolation, and
launched it forth into the west sea, by the narrow neck which led
into   the land northward.

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THE BROWN SOUTH PACIFIC ISLANDER                          399

     "And behold, there were many of the Nephites who did enter
therein and did sail forth with much provisions, and also many women
and children; and they took their course northward, and thus ended
the thirty and seventh year.
     "And in the thirty and eighth year, this man built other ships.
And the first ship did also return, and many more people did enter
into it; and they also took much provisions, and set out again to the
hind northward.
     "And it came to pass that they were never heard of more. And
we suppose that they were drowned up in the depths of the sea. And
it came to pass that one other ship did also sail forth; and whither she

did go, we know not."

     Now for a geographical query: Where was the "Land
Bountiful," the "Land of Desolation," the "narrow neck," the

                      GROUP OF SAMOAN WOMEN
              Note the close resemblance to the American squaw.

"west sea" and the "land northward"? And, of what relative
value is all this to our theme? We shall note presently that answer-
ing the above question provides for us a very stable foundation
upon which we shall proceed to erect our more modern superstruc-
ture.
      The "Land Bountiful" is familiar to all Book of Mormon
students as having been located in the northwestern part of South
America, adjacent to the Isthmus of Panama, which, by the way,
is, of course, the "narrow neck," and the Pacific ocean the "west

sea."    The "land northward" may have referred to any part of

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400                              IMPROVEMENT ERA
the western coast of North America, probably off Central America
or Mexico, as voyages of that time were rather limited than ex-
tensive.   .

     Bearing all this in mind, in its plain simplicity, we shall now
deal with something nearer our own time.
     Out in the South seas, approximately four thousand miles
from San Francisco, lies a group of land dots know as the Samoan
or Navigator Islands. On the 24th day of November, 1901, Elder
Martin F. Sanders, who was then laboring on the island of Savaii,
the largest of the nine, visited, quite by accident, a rude, thatched,
native hut where dwelt a couple who had the day previous picked
up on the beach, a bottle of rather curious appearance. It was
seen to be the depository of a written message of some sort which
had not been damaged in its hermetically sealed abode, and curi-
osity led to further investigation. On the paper in seven different
languages the finder was informed that it had been dropped into
the Pacific off the western coast of Mexico by the ship Cavaliere
Ciampa, in the endeavor to ascertain the direction and velocity
of the ocean current that swept along there.        Incorporated with
this information was the request that anyone picking it up in any
quarter of the world should return it to Washington, D. C, where
the facts gained would be valuable to that department of the
national government interested in such work. This was done by
Elder Sanders.
     Now for a summary. In little more than eight months, with-
out other aid than drifting with the current, the bottle had crossed
the intervening four thousand-mile span of ocean waste between
Mexico and Samoa, proving conclusively the existence of an ever-
                                       moving "ocean river" in that
                                                     latitude.We   are all aware of
                                                     the peculiarly restless nature
                                                     of the ocean.   Its waters are
                                                     never perfectly stationary, but
                                                     move, not only in an up and
                                                     down wave action, but also as
                                                     huge rivers moving in varying
                                                     directions and velocities in dif-
                                                     ferent  latitudes. To further
                                                     substantiate the presence of
                                                     the current in question, an
                                                     Englishman, four years after
                                                     the occurrence related above,
                                                     accidentally was set adrift in a
           THE WAR CANOE
On which       the   islanders could   have   from the Marquesa
                                              been
                                                     canoe
                     transported.    islands near Tahiti, and he,
too, followed the drifting course of the bottle, eventually bringing
up at Samoa.
