The first great event of that year was the birth of a son to Thursday October Christian, and if ever there was a juvenile papa who opened his eyes to the uttermost, stared in sceptical wonder, pinched himself to see if he were awake, and went away into the bush to laugh and rejoice in secret, that man was TOC.
"Boys and girls," said Thursday, about a month after the birth, "we"ll celebrate this event with a picnic to Martin"s Cove, if you would like it."
There was an a.s.sumption of fine paternal dignity about Toc when he said this, which was quite beautiful to behold. His making the proposal, too, without any reference to John Adams, was noted as being unusual.
"Don"t you think we"d better ask father first?" suggested Otaheitan Sally.
"Of course I do," said Toc, on whose ear the word "father" fell pleasantly. "You don"t suppose, do you, that I"d propose to do anything of importance without his consent?"
It may strike the supercilious reader here that a picnic, even on Pitcairn, was not a matter of profound importance, but he must remember that that particular picnic was to be held in honour of Thursday"s baby.
It may be that this remark is thrown away on those who are not in the position of Thursday. If so, let it pa.s.s.
"We will invite Father Adams to go with us," continued Toc, ingeniously referring to Adams in a manner suggestive of the idea that there were other fathers on the island as well as he.
When Father Adams was invited, he accepted the invitation heartily, and, slapping Toc on his huge broad back, wished him joy of the "noo babby,"
and hoped he might live to see it grow up to have "a babby of its own similar to itself, d"ye see?" at which remark Toc laughed with evident delight.
Well, the whole thing was arranged, and they proceeded to carry the picnic into effect. It was settled that some were to go by land, though the descent from the cliffs to the cove was not an easy or safe one.
Others were to go by water, and the water-party was sub-divided into two bands. One band, which included Susannah and the amazing baby, was to go in canoes; the other was to swim. The distance by water might be about eight miles, but that was a mere trifle to the Pitcairners, some of whom could swim right round their island.
It turned out, however, that that charming island was not altogether exempt from those vicissitudes of weather which play such a prominent part in the picnicry of other and less favoured lands, for while they were yet discussing the arrangements of the day, a typhoon stepped in unexpectedly to arrest them.
It may be that there are some persons in Britain who do not know precisely what a typhoon is. If they saw or felt one, they would not be apt to forget it. Roughly speaking, a typhoon is a terrific storm.
Cyclopaedias, which are supposed to tell us about everything, say that the Chinese name such a storm "Tei-fun," or "hot-wind." No-fun would seem to be a more appropriate term, if one were to name it from results.
One writer says of typhoons, "They are storms which rage with such intensity and fury that those who have never seen them can form no conception of them; you would say that heaven and earth wished to return to their original chaos."
Obviously, if this writer be correct, there would be no use in our attempting to enlighten those "who can form no conception" of the thing.
Nevertheless, in the hope that the writer referred to may be as ignorant on this point as he is in regard to the "wishes" of "heaven and earth," we will attempt a brief description of the event which put such a sudden stop to what may be called the Toc-baby-picnic.
For several days previously the weather had been rather cloudy, and there had been a few showers; but this would not have checked the proceedings if the wind had not risen so as to render it dangerous to launch the canoes into the surf on the beach of Bounty Bay. As the day advanced it blew a gale, and Toc congratulated himself on having resisted the urgent advice of the volatile Dan McCoy to stick at nothing.
About sunset the gale increased to a hurricane. John Adams, with several of the older youths, went to the edge of the precipice, near the eastern part of the village, where a deep ravine ran up into the mountains. There, under the shelter of a rock, they discussed the situation.
"Lucky that you didn"t go, Toc," said Adams, pointing at the sea, whose waves were lashed and churned into seething foam.
"Yes, thanks be to G.o.d," replied Thursday.
"It will blow harder yet, I think," said Charlie Christian, who had grown into a tall stripling of about seventeen. He resembled his father in the bright expression of his handsome face and in the vigour of his lithe frame.
"Looks like it, Charlie. It minds me o" a regular typhoon we had when you was quite a babby, that blew down a lot o" trees, an" almost took the roofs off our huts."
As he spoke it seemed as if the wind grew savage at having been recognised, for it came round the corner of the rock with a tremendous roar, and nearly swept Adams"s old seafaring hat into the rising sea.
"I"d ha" bin sorry to lose "ee," muttered John, as he thrust the glazed and battered covering well down on his brows. "I wore you in the _Bounty_, and I expect, with care, to make you last out my time, an"
leave you as a legacy to my son George."
"Look-out, father!" shouted Matt Quintal and Jack Mills in the same breath.
The whole party crouched close in beside the rock, and looked anxiously upwards, where a loud rending sound was going on. Another moment and a large cocoa-nut palm, growing in an exposed situation, was wrenched from its hold and hurled like a feather over the cliffs, carrying a ma.s.s of earth and stones along with it.
"It"s well the rock overhangs a bit, or we"d have got the benefit o"
that shower," said Adams. "Come, boys, it"s clear that we"re goin" to have a dirty night of it, an" I think we"d better look to our roofs an"
make all snug. If our ground-tackle ain"t better than that o" the tree which has just gone by the board, we shall have a poor look-out."
There was much cause for the anxiety which the seaman expressed regarding the roofs of the houses. Already, before they got back to the village, part of the roof of one of the oldest huts had been stripped off, and the women were beginning to look anxiously upwards as they heard the clattering overhead.
"Now, lads, all hands to work. Not a moment too soon either. Out wi"
the old tacklin" o" the _Bounty_. Get the tarpaulins up. Lash one over Toc"s hut. Clap some big stones on Quintal"s. Fetch the ladders, some o" you youngsters. Out o" the way, boys. Here, Mainmast; you get the little "uns off to their bunks. Fetch me the big sledge-hammer, Charlie. Look alive, lads!"
While he shouted these directions, John Adams went to work as actively as the youngest among them. Every one wrought with a will. In a few minutes all moveables were carried under shelter, heavy stones were placed where they were required, tarpaulins and stout ropes were lashed over roofs and pegged to the ground, shutters and doors were made fast, and, in short, the whole village was "made snug" for a "dirty night"
with almost as much celerity as if it had been a fully-manned and well-disciplined ship of the line.
As John Adams had said, it was not begun a moment too soon. They had barely finished, indeed, when the heavens appeared to rend with a blinding flash of lightning. Then came a thunder crash, or, rather, a series of crashes and flashes, that seemed to imply the final crack of doom. This was followed by rain in sheets so heavy that it seemed as if the ocean had been lifted and poured upon the island. To render the confusion worse confounded, the wind came in what may be called swirls, overturning trees as if they were straws, and mixing up rain, mud, stones, and branches in the great hurly-burly, until ancient chaos seemed to reign on land and sea.
"It"s an awful night," said John Adams, as he sat beside his wife and listened, while the children, unable to sleep, peeped in awe and wonder from their several bunks round the room. "G.o.d save them that"s at sea this night."
"Amen!" said Mrs Adams.
By midnight the typhoon had reached its height. The timbers of the houses appeared to groan under the strain to which they were subjected.
The whole heavens seemed in a continual blaze, and the thunder came, not in bursts, but in one incessant roar, with intermittent cracks now and then. Occasionally there were louder crashes than usual, which were supposed to be only more violent thunder, but they were afterwards found to be the results of very different causes.
"Now, old "ooman, you turn in," said Adams, when the small hours of morning had advanced a little. "You"ll only be unfit for work to-morrow if you sit up bobbin" about on your stool like that."
Mrs Adams obediently and literally tumbled into her bunk without taking the trouble to undress, while her anxious husband trimmed the lamp, took down the _Bounty"s_ Bible, and made up his mind to spend the remainder of the night in study.
Away at the other end of the village, near the margin of the ravine before referred to, there stood a cottage, in which there was evidently a watcher, for the rays of his light could be seen through the c.h.i.n.ks of the shutters. This was the house occupied by Thursday October Christian and his wife and baby.
Thursday, like Adams, felt the anxieties of fatherhood strong upon him, and was unable to sleep. He therefore, also like Adams, made up his mind to sit up and read. Carteret"s Voyages claimed his attention, and he was soon deep in this old book, while his wife lay sound asleep, with the baby in her arms in the same condition. Both were quite deaf to the elemental turmoil going on around them.
The watchful husband and father was still poring over his book, when there came a noise so deafening that it caused him to start to his feet, and awoke his wife. "_That_ can"t be thunder," he exclaimed, and sprang to the door.
The sight that met his gale when he looked out was sufficiently terrible. Day had begun to dawn, and the grey light showed him a large ma.s.s of earth and trees moving down the ravine. The latter were crashing and overturning. As he gazed they went bodily over the cliffs, a mighty avalanche, into the sea. The whole had evidently been loosened from the rocks by the action of the wind on the trees, coupled with the deluges of rain.
But this was not the worst of it. While Thursday was gazing at this sight, another crash was heard higher up the ravine. Turning quickly in that direction, he saw the land moving slowly towards him. Immense ma.s.ses of rock were borne along with slow but irresistible violence.
Many cocoa-nut trees were torn up by the roots and carried bodily along with the tough stream of mud and stones and general debris. Some of these trees advanced several yards in an upright position, and then fell in dire confusion.
Suddenly Toc observed to his horror that the ma.s.s was slowly bearing down straight towards his hut. Indeed, so much had his mind been impressed with the general wreck, that he had failed to observe a few tons of stones and rubbish which even then appeared on the point of overwhelming him.
Without uttering a word he sprang into the hut.
"What"s wrong, Thursday?" asked his wife, in some alarm.
"Never mind. Hold your tongue, an" hold tight to Dumplin"."
The baby had been named Charles, after Toc"s young brother, and the inelegant name of "Dumplin"" had been given him to prevent his being confounded with Charlie, senior.
Susannah did as she was bid, and the young giant, rolling her and the baby and the bedclothes into one bundle, lifted them in his wide-spreading arms and rushed out of the house.
He had to pa.s.s a neighbour"s house on the way, which also stood dangerously near the ravine. Kicking its door open, he shouted, "All hands, ahoy! Turn out! turn out!" and pa.s.sed on.