the landing of the livestock in bounty bay.
preparations were now made for landing. the bay which they had discovered, and was the only one on the island, lay on its northern side. into it they succeeded in running the bounty, and cast anchor. soon the women, with little sally, were landed and sent up to the table-land above, to make some sort of encampment, under the charge of midshipman young. the ship was warped close up to the cliffs, so close that she ran the end of her bowsprit against them and broke it off. here there was a narrow ledge that seemed suitable for a landing-place. night put a stop to their labours on board. while some lighted fires and encamped on the shore, others remained in the ship to guard her and to be ready for the debarkation that was to take place in the morning.
and a strange debarkation it was. it had been found that there was a rise of eight feet in the tide. this enabled christian to lay the ship in such a position that it was possible to extend several long planks from the bow to the beach. fortunately the weather was fine, otherwise the landing would have been difficult if not disastrous.
when all was complete, the goats were collected and driven over the bow to the shore. the procession was headed by an old billy-goat, who looked supremely philosophical as he went slowly along the rough gangway.
“it minds one o’ pirates makin’ the crew of a merchantman walk the plank,” remarked john williams, as he assisted to urge the unwilling flock along.
“quite like a menadgeree,” suggested mills.
“more like old noah comin’ out o’ the ark,” said williams, “on the top o’ mount—mount—what was its name? i forget.”
“mount sy-nee,” suggested quintal.
“not at all; it was mount arrowroot,” said isaac martin, with the air of an oracle.
“clear the way, lads, for the poultry,” shouted midshipman young.
a tremendous cackling in rear rendered further orders inaudible as well as unnecessary, while the men stood aside from the opening to the gangway of planks.
a considerable number of fowls had been taken on board at otaheite, and these, besides being bewildered and uncertain as to the point to which they were being driven, and the precise duty that was required of them, were infected with the general obstinacy of the rest of the animal kingdom. at last, however, a splendid cock was persuaded to enter the gangway, down which he ran, and flew shrieking to the shore, followed by the rest of his kindred.
“now for the hogs,” said quintal, to whose domineering spirit the work was congenial.
but the hogs were not to be managed as easily as the goats and fowls had been. with native obstinacy and amazing energy they refused to do what they were bid, and shrieked defiance when force was attempted. the noise was further increased by the butting of a few goats and the cackling of some poultry, which had got mixed up with them.
first of all they declined to leave the enclosures, out of which they had tried pertinaciously to escape all the voyage. by way of overcoming this difficulty, christian ordered the enclosures to be torn down, and the planks with which they had been formed were used as persuaders to urge the refractory creatures on. as each poke or slap produced a series of horrible yells, it may be understood that the operation was accompanied with noise.
at last some of the men, losing patience, rushed at the hogs, seized them by ears and tails, and forcibly dragged them to the gangway. mccoy and quintal distinguished themselves in this service, hurling their animals on the planks with such violence that several of them fell over into the sea, and swam towards the shore in the surf from which they were rescued by the otaheitan men, who danced about in the water, highly enjoying this part of their labour.
a profound calm seemed to succeed a wild storm when the last of the unruly pigs had left the ship.
“we’ve got ’em all out at last,” said one of the men, with a sigh, wiping the perspiration from his forehead with his sleeve.
“bad luck to them,” growled another, tying up a slight wound received in the conflict.
“we’ve done with the live stock, anyhow, and that’s a comfort,” said a third.
“done with the live stock!” exclaimed martin. “why, the worst lot has yet to come.”
“that must be yourself, then, martin, my boy,” said brown.
“i wish it was, brown,” retorted martin; “but you’ve forgotten the cats.”
“so we have!” exclaimed everybody.
“and you may be sure they’ll give us some trouble,” said christian. “come, let’s go at ’em at once.”
this estimate of the cats was fully justified by what followed. a considerable number of these useful creatures, black, white, and grey, had been brought from otaheite for the purpose of keeping down the rats, with which many of the south sea islands are afflicted. during the voyage most of them had retired to the privacy of the hold, where they found holes and corners about the cargo, and came out only at night, like evil spirits, to pick up a precarious livelihood. during the recent conflict a few had found insecure refuge in holes and corners about the deck, where yelling and fugitive pigs had convulsed them with horror; and one, a huge grey cat, having taken madly to the rigging, rushed out to the end of the foresail-yard, where it was immediately roused to frenzy by a flock of astonished gulls. now, these cats had to be rummaged out of their retreats by violence, in which work all the white men in the ship had to take part amid a chorus of awful skirling, serpentlike fuffing, ominous and deadly growling, and, generally, hideous caterwauling, that no pen, however gifted, could adequately describe.
“i see ’im,” cried mills, with his head thrust down between a nail-cask and a bundle of otaheitan roots.
“where?” from john adams, who, with heels and legs in the air, and head and shoulders down somewhere about the keel, was poking a long stick into total darkness.
“there, right under you, with a pair of eyes blazing like green lamps.”
a poke in the right direction caused a convulsion in the bowels of the cargo like a miniature earthquake. it was accompanied by a fearful yell.
“i’ve touched him at last,” said adams, quietly. “look-out there, brown, he’s goin’ to scramble up the bulkhead.”
“there goes another,” shouted martin, whose head was so far down among the cargo that his voice had a muffled sound.
there was no occasion to ask where this time, for, with a wild shriek, a large black fellow left its retreat, sprang up the hatchway, and sought refuge in the rigging. at the same moment there came a sepulchral moan from a cat whose place of refuge was invaded by quintal. the moan was followed by a cry, loud and deep, that would have done credit to a mad baby.
“isn’t it appalling to see creeturs so furious?” said adams, solemnly, as he drew his head and shoulders out of the depths.
“they’re fiendishly inclined, no doubt,” said christian, who stood hard by with a stick, ready to expedite the process of ejection when a cat ventured to show itself.
at last, with infinite trouble the whole body of the enemy were routed from the hold, and the hatches fastened down to prevent a return. but the end was not yet gained, for the creatures had found various refuges on deck, and some had taken to the rigging.
“come out o’ that,” cried martin, making a poke at the big grey cat, like a small tiger, which had fled to the foretop.
with a ferocious caterwaul and fuff the creature sprang down the shrouds on the opposite side as if it had been born and bred a sailor. unfortunately it made a wild leap at a pendant rope in passing, missed it, and came down on the deck with a prodigious flop. only one of its nine lives, apparently, was damaged. with the other eight it rushed to the opening in the bow, and soon gained the shore, where it immediately sprang to the leafy head of a cocoa-nut palm. at the same moment a black-and-white cat was sent flying in the same direction by young. quintal, indulging his savage nature, caught one of the cats by the neck and tried to strangle it into subjection, but received such punishment with teeth and claws that he was fain to fling it into the sea. it swam ashore, emerged a melancholy “drookit” spectacle, and dashed into the nearest underwood.
thus, one by one, the cats were hunted out of the bounty, and introduced to their future home. the last to give in was, appropriately, an enormous black tom, which, with deadly yellow eyes, erect hair, bristling tail, curved back, extended claws, and flattened ears, rushed fuffing and squealing from one refuge to another, until at last, giving way to the concentrated attack of the assembled crew, it burst through the opening, scurried down the gangway, and went like a shot into the bushes, a confirmed maniac,—if not worse.
