the island explored.
a bright and pleasant morning forms a powerful antidote to the evils of a cheerless night. few of the mutineers slept soundly on the night of their arrival off pitcairn, and their dreams of that island were more or less unpleasantly mingled with manacles and barred windows, and men dangling from yard-arms. the blessed sunshine dissipated all this, rousing, in the hearts of some, feelings of hope and forgiveness, in the breasts of others, only those sensations of animal enjoyment which man shares in common with the brutes.
“lower away the boat there,” said fletcher christian, coming on deck with a more cheerful air than he had worn since the day of the mutiny; “we shall row round the island and search for a landing-place. you will take charge, mr young, during my absence. put muskets and ammunition into the boat, john adams; the place may be inhabited—there’s no saying—and south sea savages are not a hospitable race as a rule. now then, look sharp, lads.”
in a few minutes, adams, martin, mccoy, brown, and quintal were in the boat, with two of the otaheitan men.
“won’t you take cutlasses?” asked young, looking over the side.
“well, yes, hand down half-a-dozen; and don’t go far from this end of the island, mr young. just keep dodging off and on.”
“ay, ay, sir,” said the middy, touching his cap from the mere force of habit.
“shove off,” said christian, seating himself at the helm.
in a few minutes the boat was skimming over the calm water towards the shore, while the bounty, wearing round, went slowly out to sea.
as the boat neared the shore it soon became evident that it would be extremely difficult to effect a landing. nothing could be seen but high precipitous cliffs without any sign of a harbour or creek sufficiently large or safe to afford anchorage for the ship. worst of all, the only spot that seemed to offer any prospect of a landing-place, even for a boat, was guarded by tremendous breakers that seemed to bid defiance to man’s feeble powers. these great waves, or rollers, were not the result of storm or wind, but of the mere ocean-swell of the great pacific, which undulates over her broad breast even when becalmed. no signs of the coming waves were visible more than a few hundred yards from the shore. there, each roller gradually and silently arose when the undulating motion of the sea caught the bottom. a little farther in it assumed the form of a magnificent green wall of liquid glass, which became more and more vast and perpendicular as it rolled on, until it curled over and rushed with a mighty roar and a snowy crest towards the beach. there it dashed itself in tumultuous foam among the rocks.
“give way, lads,” said christian, sitting down after a prolonged gaze at this scene; “we may find a better spot farther on.”
as they proceeded they were received with wild and plaintive cries by innumerable sea-birds, whose homes were on the cliffs, and who evidently resented this intrusion of strangers.
“shall we give ’em a shot, sir?” asked mccoy, laying his hand on a musket.
“no, time enough for that,” replied christian, shortly.
they pulled right round the island without seeing a single spot more available for a landing than the place they had first approached.
it was a very little bay, with a small clump of six cocoa-nut trees near the water’s edge on the right, and a single cocoa-nut tree on the left, about two hundred yards from the others. above these, on a hill a little to the westward, there was a grove of the same species.
“we’ll have to try it, sir,” said john adams, looking at his leader inquiringly.
“we’re sure to capsize,” observed mccoy.
“no matter,” said christian; “we have at last reached home, and i’m bound not to be baffled at the door. come, ohoo, you know something about beaching canoes in a surf; there can’t be much difference with a boat. get up in the bow and direct me how to steer.”
he spoke to one of the native in the imperfect jumble of otaheitan and english with which the white men had learned to communicate with the natives. ohoo understood, and at once went to the bow of the boat, the head of which was now directed towards a place in the cliffs where there seemed to be a small bay or creek. the native gave directions with his arms right or left, and did not require to speak. christian steered with one of the oars instead of the rudder, to give him more power over the boat.
soon they began to feel the influence of the in-going wave. it was a moment of intense anxiety. christian ordered the men to cease rowing. ohoo made a sudden and violent indication with his left arm. christian obeyed.
“give a gentle pull, boys,” he said.
they rose as he spoke on the top of a wave so high that they could look down for a moment on the seething foam that raged between them and the beach, and christian was about to order the men to pull hard, when the native looked back and shook his head excitedly. they had not got sufficiently into the grasp of that wave; they must wait for the next.
“back all!” shouted the steersman. the boat slid back into the trough of the sea, while the wave went roaring inward.
the succeeding wave was soon close astern. it seemed to curl over them, threatening destruction, but it lifted them, instead, on its high shoulders. there was a slight appearance of boiling on the surface of the moving billow as it caught them. it was about to break, and the boat was fairly in its grasp.
“give way!” shouted christian, in a sharp, loud voice.
a moment more, and they were rushing grandly in on a mountain of snow, with black rocks rising on either side. it was nervous work. a little to the right or a little to the left, and their frail bark would have been dashed to pieces. as it was, they were launched upon a strip of sand and gravel that lay at the foot of the towering cliffs.
“hurrah!” cried martin and brown, in wild excitement, as they leaped over the bow after the natives, while christian, adams, quintal, and mccoy went over the stern to prevent the boat being dragged back by the recoiling foam, and pushed it high and dry on the beach.
“well done! here we are at last in bounty bay!” exclaimed christian, with a look of satisfaction, giving to the spot, for the first time, that name which it ever afterwards retained. “make fast the painter—there; get your arms now, boys, and follow me.”
at the head of the bay there was a hill, almost a cliff, up which there wound something that had the appearance of a path, or the almost dry bed of a water-course. it was exceedingly steep, but seemed the only route by which the interior of the island could be reached. up the tangled pass for about three hundred yards the explorers advanced in single file, all except quintal, who was left in charge of the boat.
“it looks very like a path that has been made by men,” said christian, pausing to breathe, and turning round when half-way up the height; “don’t you think so, brown?”
thus appealed to, the botanist, whose eyes had been enchained by the luxuriant and lovely herbage of the place, stooped to inspect the path.
“it does look a little like it, sir,” he replied, with some caution, “but it also looks not unlike a water-course. you see it is a little wet just hereabouts. isn’t it? what think you, isaac martin?”
“i don’t think nothin’ about it,” returned martin, solemnly, turning over the quid of tobacco that bulged his cheek; “but if i might ventur’ for to give an opinion, i should say it don’t much matter what it is, one way or another.”
“that’s true, isaac,” said christian, with a short laugh, as he resumed his march up the cliff.
on the way they were shaded and kept pleasantly cool by the neighbouring precipices but on gaining the top they came into a blaze of sunshine, and then became suddenly aware that they had discovered a perfect paradise. they stood on a table-land which was thickly covered with cocoa-nut trees. a quarter of a mile farther on lay a beautiful valley, the slopes and mounds of which were clothed with trees and beautiful flowering herbage of various kinds, in clumps and groves of picturesque form, with open glades and little meadows between, the whole being backed by a grand mountain-range which traversed the island, and rose to a height of more than a thousand feet.
“it is heaven upon earth!” exclaimed brown, as they began to push into the heart of the lovely scene.
“humph! it’s not all gold that glitters,” growled mccoy, with a sarcastic smile.
“it’s pretty real, nevertheless,” observed isaac martin; “i only hope there ain’t none o’ the rascally niggers livin’ here.”
christian said nothing, but wandered on, looking about him like one in a dream.
besides cocoa-nut palms and other trees and shrubs, there were banyan-trees, the branches of which dropped downwards to the earth and there took root, and other large timber-trees, and plantains, bananas, yams, taro-roots, mulberry, tee-plant, and other fruit-bearing plants in great profusion. over this richly varied scene the eyes of william brown wandered in rapture.
“magnificent!” he exclaimed; “a perfect garden!”
“rich enough soil, eh?” said martin, turning some of it up with the point of his shoe.
“rich enough, ay; couldn’t be finer,” said brown. “i should think, from its deep red colour, that it is chiefly decomposed lava. the island is evidently volcanic in its origin. i hope we shall find fresh water. we’ve not seen much yet, but it’s sure to be found somewhere, for such magnificent vegetation could not exist without it.”
“what have we here?” said christian, stooping to pick up something. “a stone implement of some kind, like a spear-head, i think. it seems to me that the island must have been inhabited once, although it does not appear to be so now.”
after they had wandered about for some time, examining the land, and passing many a commentary, both grave and humorous, they turned to retrace their steps, when brown, who had gone on in advance, was heard to cheer as he waved his hat above his head. he had discovered a spring. they all hastened towards the spot. it lay like a clear gem in the hollow of a rock a considerable distance up the mountain. it was unanimously named “brown’s pool,” but it did not contain much water at the time.
“can we do better than dine here?” said isaac martin. “there’s lots o’ food around us.”
this was true, for of the various fruits which grew wild in the island, the cocoa-nut, plantain, and banana were to be had all the year round.
brown had brought a small hatchet with him, which enabled them to break open several cocoa-nuts, whose hard outer husks would not have yielded easily to a clasp-knife.
while they sat thus enjoying themselves beside brown’s pool, a small lizard was observed to run over a rock near to them. it stopped for a moment to raise its little head and look at the visitors, apparently with great surprise. a rat was also seen, and chased without success, by isaac martin.
a small species of fly-catcher, of a whitey-brown colour, was likewise observed, and those creatures, it was afterwards ascertained, were the only living things to be found on the island, with the exception of a variety of insects and the innumerable gulls already mentioned.
“here, then,” said christian, raising a piece of the cocoa-nut shell filled with water to his lips, “i drink to our health and happiness in our island home.”
there was a strange mingling of pathos with heartiness in his tone, which did not fail to impress his companions, who cheerfully responded to the toast.
“i only wish we had something stronger than water to drink it in,” said mccoy.
“better without strong drink,” remarked john adams, who was naturally a temperate man.
“worse without it, i think,” growled mccoy, who was naturally contentious and quarrelsome; “don’t it warm the heart and raise the spirits and strengthen the frame, and—”
“ay, and clear the brain,” interrupted martin, with one of his most lugubrious looks, “an’ steady the gait, specially w’en one’s pretty far gone, an’ beautify the expression, an’—an’—clear the int’leck, an’ (hic) an’ gen’r’ly in—in—tenshify sh’ powers (hic) of c–converzashun, eh?”
martin was a pretty fair mimic, and illustrated his meaning so well, not only with his tongue but with his solemn countenance, that the whole party burst into a laugh, with the exception of mccoy, who replied with the single word, “bosh!”
to which martin returned, “bam!”
“just so,” said christian, as he stooped to refill the cocoa-nut shell; “you may be said to have reduced that spirited question to an essence, which is much beyond proof, and closed it; we will therefore return to the shore, get on board as quickly as possible, and make arrangements for anchoring in the bay.”
“i doubt it’s too deep for anchoring,” remarked adams, as they walked down the hill.
“well, then, we shall run the ship on shore,” said christian, curtly, “for here we must remain. there is no other island that i know of in these regions. besides, this one seems the very thing we want. it has wood and water in abundance; fruits and roots of many kinds; a splendid soil, if we may believe our eyes, to say nothing of brown’s opinion; bad anchorage for ships, great difficulty and some danger in landing even in fine weather, and impossible to land at all, i should think, in bad; beautiful little valleys and hills; rugged mountains with passes so difficult that a few resolute men might defy a host, and caves to which we might retreat and sell our lives dearly if hard pushed. what more could we wish for?”
in a short time they reached the little narrow strip of shingly beach where the boat had been left in charge of quintal. here they had to encounter the great difficulty of forcing their way through the surf which had borne them shoreward in such grand style. the chief danger lay in the liability of the boat to be caught by the bow, turned broadside to the great tumbling billows, and overturned. safety and success lay in keeping the boat’s bow straight “end-on” to the seas, and pulling hard. to accomplish this, fletcher christian again took an oar to steer with, in preference to the rudder. besides being the most powerful man of the party, he was the best boatman, and the most agile in his movements.
“steady, now!” he said, as the boat lay in the seething foam partially sheltered by a rock, while the men sat with oars out, ready for instant action.
a bigger wave than usual had just hurled itself with a thunderous roar on the reverberating cliffs, and the great sheet of foaming water had just reached that momentary pause which indicated the turning-point previous to the backward rush, when christian shouted—
“give way!”
the boat leaped out, was kept end-on by a powerful stroke of the steersman, rushed on the back-draught as if down a cataract, and met the succeeding billow fairly. the bow was thrown up so high that it seemed as if the boat were standing on end, and must inevitably be thrown right over, but the impetus given by the willing men forced her half through and half over the crest of the watery mountain.
“with a will, boys, with a will!” cried christian.
another moment and they slid down the billow’s back into the trough between the seas. a few more energetic strokes carried them over the next wave. after that the danger was past, and in less than half-an-hour they were once more on board the bounty.
