"It"s--it"s all right, sir," said Adams, panting with his exertions in climbing the hill; "it"s--it"s a _boy_!"
Without a word of reply Christian shouldered his weapon, and hurried down the mountain-side in the direction of home.
CHAPTER NINE.
SALLY"S CHIEF JOYS--DARK CLOUDS OVERSPREAD THE PITCAIRN SKY, AND DARKER DEEDS ARE DONE.
Just before John Adams left the settlement for the purpose of calling Christian, whose retreat at the mountain-top was by that time well-known to every one, little Sally had gone, as was her wont, to enjoy herself in her favourite playground. This was a spot close to the house of Edward Young, where the debris of material saved from the _Bounty_ had been deposited. It formed a bristling pile of masts, spars, planks, cross-trees, oars, anchors, nails, copper-bolts, sails, and cordage.
No material compound could have been more dangerous to childhood, and nothing conceivable more attractive to Sally. The way in which that pretty little nude infant disported herself on that pile was absolutely tremendous. She sprang over things as if she had been made expressly to fly. She tumbled off things as if she had been created to fall. She insinuated herself among anchor-flukes and chains as if she had been born an eel. She rolled out from among the folds of sails as if she were a live dumpling. She seemed to dance upon upturned nails, and to spike herself on bristling bolts; but she never hurt herself,--at least if she did she never cried, except in exuberant glee.
Now, it was while thus engaged one day that Sally became suddenly conscious of a new sound. Young as she was, she was fully alive to the influence of a new sensation. She paused in an att.i.tude of eager attention. The strange sound came from Christian"s hut. Sally waddled thither and looked in. The first thing that met her gaze was her own mother with a live creature in her hands, which she was carefully wrapping up in a piece of cloth. It was a pitifully thin whitey-brown creature, with a puckered face, resembling that of a monkey; but Sally had never seen a monkey, and probably did not think of the comparison.
Presently the creature opened its mouth, shut its eyes, and uttered a painfully weak squall.
Cause and effect are not infrequently involved in mystery. We cannot tell why Sally, who never cried, either when hurt or scolded, should, on beholding this sight, set up a tremendous howl; but she did, and she kept up the howl with such vigour that John Adams was attracted to the spot in some alarm.
Stopping only long enough to look at the infant and see that the mother was all right, Adams ran off at full speed to the mountain-top, as we have seen, to be the first to announce the joyful news to the father.
Thus came into the world the first "descendant" of the mutineers of the _Bounty_.
It was with unwonted animation that the men sat down to supper that evening, each having congratulated Christian and inquired at the hut for the baby and mother, as he came in from work.
"What will you call him?" inquired Young, after pledging the new arrival in a cup of cocoa-nut milk.
"What day is it?" asked Christian.
"Thursday," answered Martin.
"Then I"ll call him Thursday," said Christian; "it will commemorate the day."
"You"d better add `October," and commemorate the month," said Adams.
"So I will," said Christian.
"An" stick on `Seventeen-ninety" to commemorate the year," suggested Mills.
"No, there are limits to everything," returned Christian; "three names are enough. Come, fill up your cups, lads, and drink to Thursday October Christian!"
With enthusiasm and a shout of laughter, the toast was pledged in cocoa-nut milk, and once again Christian"s hand was shaken by his comrades all round.
The advent of TOC, as Adams called him, (or Toc, as he afterwards came to be styled), was, as it were, the breaking of the ice. It was followed ere long by quite a crop of babies. In a few months more a Matthew Quintal was added to the roll. Then a Daniel McCoy furnished another voice in the chorus, and Sally ceased to disquiet herself because of that which had ceased to be a novelty. This all occurred in 1791. After that there was a pause for a brief period; then, in 1792, Elizabeth Mills burst upon the astonished gaze of her father, and was followed immediately by another Christian, whom Fletcher, discarding his eccentric taste for days and months, named Charles.
By this time Sally had developed such a degree of matronly solicitude, that she was absolutely intrusted at times with the care of the other children. In a special manner she devoted herself to little Charlie Christian, who was a particularly sedate infant. Indeed, solemnity was stamped upon that child"s visage from his birth. This seemed to harmonise intensely with Sally"s sense of fun. She was wont to take Charlie away from his mother, and set him up on a log, or the rusty shank of the _Bounty"s_ "best bower," prop him up with sticks or bushes--any rubbish that came to hand--and sit down in front of him to gaze. Charlie, after the first few months of precarious infancy, became extremely fat. He used to open his solemn eyes as wide as was possible in the circ.u.mstances, and return the gaze with interest. Unable to restrain herself, Sally would then open her pretty mouth, shut her gorgeous eyes, and give vent to the richest peals of laughter.
"Oh, you"s so good, Charlie!"
She had learned by that time to speak broken English in an infantine fashion, and her a.s.sertion was absolutely true, for Charlie Christian was preternaturally good.
The same cannot be said of all the members of this little community.
Ere long, a period approached when the harmony which had hitherto prevailed was about to be broken. Increasing life had marked their course hitherto. Death now stepped in to claim his share.
The wife of John Williams went out one day to gather gulls" eggs among the cliffs. The women were all in the habit of doing this at times, and they had become expert climbers, as were also the men, both white and brown.
When day began to close, they wondered why Mrs Williams was so late of returning. Soon her husband became uneasy; then, taking alarm, he went off to search for her, accompanied by all the men. The unfortunate woman was found dead at the base of the cliffs. She had missed her footing and fallen while searching for eggs.
This accident had at first a deeply solemnising effect on the whole community. Accustomed though these men were to the sight of death in some of its worst forms in war, they were awed by this sudden and unexpected a.s.sault of the great enemy. The poor mangled body lying so quietly among the rocks at the foot of the awful precipice, the sight of the husband"s grief, the sad and silent procession with the ghastly burden in the deepening gloom of evening, the wailing of the women, and the awestruck gaze of such of the children as were old enough to know that something terrible had occurred, though unable to understand it,-- all conspired to deepen the impression, even on those among the men who were least easily impressed; and it was with softened feelings of pity that Quintal and McCoy, volunteering their services on the occasion, dug the first grave at Pitcairn.
Time, however, soon wore away these feelings. Williams not only got over his bereavement easily, but soon began to wish for another wife.
It was, of course, impossible to obtain one righteously in the circ.u.mstances; he therefore resolved to take the wife of Talaloo the Otaheitan.
It must not be supposed that all Williams", comrades supported him in this wicked design. Christian, Young, and Adams remonstrated with him strongly; but he was obstinate, and threatened to take the boat and leave the island if they interfered with him. As he was an expert blacksmith, his comrades could not afford to lose him, and ceased remonstrating. Eventually he carried out his intention.
This was, as might have been expected, the beginning of trouble. The coloured men made common cause of it, and from that time forward began to plot the destruction of their white masters. What made matters worse was that Talaloo"s wife was not averse to the change, and from that time became a bitter enemy of her Otaheitan husband. It was owing to this wicked woman"s preference for Williams that the plot was afterwards revealed.
One evening, while sitting in Christian"s house, Talaloo"s wife began to sing a sort of extempore song, the chorus to which was:--
"Why does black man sharpen axe?
To kill white man."
Hearing this, Christian, who was close at hand, entered the hut and demanded an explanation. On being informed of the plot of the Otaheitan men to murder all the whites, a dark frown overspread his face. Hastily seizing his musket, he loaded it, but it was observed that he put no bullet in.
The Otaheitans were a.s.sembled at the time in a neighbouring house.
Christian went straight to the house, charged the men with their guilty intentions, pointed his gun at them, and pulled the trigger. The piece missed fire. Before he could re-c.o.c.k, Talaloo leaped through the doorway, followed by his friend Timoa, and took shelter in the woods.
The other four men begged for mercy, said that the two who had just left were the instigators as well as ringleaders in the plot, and promised to hunt them down and murder them if their own lives should be spared. As Christian had probably no fixed intention to kill any of the men, and his sudden anger soon abated, he accepted their excuses and left them.
It was impossible, however, for the mutineers to feel confidence in the natives after that. The two men who had fled for refuge to the bush did not return to the settlement, but remained in hiding.
One day Talaloo"s wife went, with some of the other women, to the southern side of the island to fish from the rocks. They were soon busily at work. The lines used had been made by themselves from the fibrous husk of the cocoa-nut. The hooks had been brought on sh.o.r.e from the _Bounty_. Chattering and laughing with the free-and-easy gaiety of savages, they plied their work--it seemed more like play--with varying success.
Suddenly the wife of Talaloo heard a faint hiss behind her. Turning her head, she saw her former husband in the bushes. He beckoned to her, and disappeared. None of the other women appeared to have heard or observed the man. Presently, Talaloo"s wife rose, and going into the woods, joined her husband. She found him in company with Timoa.
"Is Talaloo become a dog that he should be driven to live in the bush?"
demanded the man, with a stern air.
"The white men are strong," answered his wife, with a subdued look; "the women can do nothing."
"You can stay with me here in the bush if you will," said Talaloo. "The white men are strong, but we are stronger. We will kill the white men."
He turned with an air of offended dignity, and strode away. His wife meekly followed, and Timoa went with them.
Now, there was one woman among the fishers whose eyes were sharp and her hearing was keen.
This was Susannah, the wife of the midshipman Edward Young. She had followed Talaloo"s wife, saw what occurred, and carried back a report to the settlement. A council of war was at once held.
"If we leave these men at liberty," said Williams, "we shall never again be able to go to rest in security."