"An" look here," said Matt, leading the girl to a sandy spot close by.
They both stood transfixed and silent, for there were _strange foot-prints_ on the sand.
They could not be mistaken. Sally and Matt knew every foot and every shoe, white or black, in Pitcairn. The marks before them had been made by unknown shoes.
Just in proportion as youth is more susceptible of astonishment than age, so was the surprise of those little ones immeasurably greater than that of Robinson Crusoe in similar circ.u.mstances. With awestruck faces they traced the foot-prints down to the water"s edge. Then, for the first time, it struck Matt that he had forgotten something.
"Oh, me forget de sip--de sip!" he cried, and pointed out to sea.
Sally raised her eyes and uttered an exclamation of fresh astonishment, as well she might, for there, like a seagull on the blue wave, was a ship under full sail. It was far-off, nearly on the horizon, but quite distinct, and large enough to be recognised.
Of course the gazers were spellbound again. It was the first real ship they had ever seen, but they easily recognised it, being familiar with man"s floating prisons from the frequent descriptions given to them by John Adams, and especially from a drawing made by him, years ago, on the back of an old letter, representing a full-rigged man-of-war. This masterpiece of fine art had been nailed up on the walls of John Adams"s hut, and had been fully expounded to each child in succession, as soon after its birth as was consistent with common-sense--sometimes sooner.
Suddenly Otaheitan Sally recovered herself.
"Come, Matt, we must run home an" tell what we"ve seen."
Away they went like two goats up the cliffs. Panting and blazing, they charged down on their amazed playmates, shouting, "A sip! a sip!" but never turning aside nor slacking their pace until they burst with the news on the astonished mutineers.
Something more than astonishment, however, mingled with the feelings of the seamen, and it was not until they had handled the knife, and visited the sandy cove, and seen the foot-prints, and beheld the vessel herself, that they became fully convinced that she had really been close to the island, that men had apparently landed to gather cocoa-nuts, and had gone away without having discovered the settlement, which was hid from their view by the high cliffs to the eastward of Bounty Bay.
The vessel had increased her distance so much by the time the men reached the cove, that it was impossible to make out what she was.
"A man-o"-war, mayhap, sent to search for us," suggested Quintal.
"Not likely," said Adams. "If she"d bin sent to search for us, she wouldn"t have contented herself with only pickin" a few nuts."
"I should say she is a trader that has got out of her course," said Young; "but whatever she is, we"ve seen the last of her. I"m not sure that I wouldn"t have run the risk of having our hiding-place found out, and of being hung, for the sake of seeing once more the fresh face of a white man."
He spoke with a touch of sadness in his tone, which contrasted forcibly with the remark that followed.
"It"s little _I_ would care about the risk o" bein" scragged," said Quintal, "if I could only once more have a stiff gla.s.s o" grog an" a pipe o" good, strong, genuine baccy!"
"You"ll maybe have the first sooner than you think," observed McCoy, with a look of intelligence.
"What d"ye mean?" asked Quintal.
"Ax no questions an" you"ll be told no lies," was McCoy"s polite rejoinder, to which Quintal returned a not less complimentary remark, and followed Young and Adams, who had already begun to reascend the cliffs.
This little glimpse of the great outer world was obtained by the mutineers in 1795, and was the only break of the kind that occurred during a residence of many years on the lonely island.
Note 1. We are led to this conclusion in regard to the children by the fact that in the various records which tell us of these women attempting their flight, no mention is made of the children being with them.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
THE CLOUDS GROW THICKER AND BLACKER.
This glimpse of a stray vessel left a deep impression on the minds of the exiles for many days, and it so far influenced the women that they postponed their scheme of vengeance for some time.
It must not be supposed, however, that all of those women, whom we have described as being so gentle in character, were suddenly transformed into demons. It was only two or three of the more energetic and pa.s.sionate among them who stirred up the rest, and forced them to fall in with their views. These pa.s.sionate ones were the widows of the men who had been slain. They not only felt their loss most bitterly, but became almost mad with the despair caused by their forlorn condition, and the apparent hopelessness of deliverance.
The sight of the pa.s.sing ship had diverted their thoughts for a time, perhaps had infused a little hope; but when the excitement died down they renewed their plots against the men and at last made a desperate attempt to carry them out.
It was on a dark and stormy night. Thunder was rolling in the sky.
Lightning flashed among the mountain-peaks. Rain, the first that had descended for many days, fell in fitful showers. It must have seemed to the women either that the elements sympathised with them, or that the extreme darkness was favourable to the execution of their plan, for about midnight one of them rose from her bed, and crept noiselessly to the corner of her hut, where she had seen Quintal deposit a loaded musket the previous day. Possessing herself of the weapon, she went straight to the widow of Fletcher Christian, and wakened her. She rose, somewhat reluctantly, and followed the woman, whose face was concealed in a kerchief of native cloth. The two then went cautiously to another hat, where two of the wives of the murdered Otaheitans awaited them, the one with a long knife, the other with an axe in her hand.
They whispered together for a few seconds. As they did so there came a tremendous crash of thunder, followed by a flash which revealed the dark heads and glistening eyeb.a.l.l.s drawn together in a group.
"We had better not try to-night," said one voice, timidly.
"Faint heart, you may stay behind," replied another voice, firmly.
"Come, let us not delay. They were cruel; we will be cruel too."
They all crouched down, and seemed to melt into the dark earth. When the next lightning-flash rent the heavens they were gone.
Lying in his bunk, opposite the door of his house, that night, John Adams lay half asleep and half-conscious of the storm outside. As he lay with closed eyes there came a glaring flash of light. It revealed in the open doorway several pallid faces and glistening eyeb.a.l.l.s.
"A strange dream," thought Adams; "stranger still to dream of dreaming."
The thunder-clap that followed was mingled with a crash, a burst of smoke, and a shriek that caused Adams to leap from his couch as a bullet whistled past his ear. In the succeeding lightning-flash he beheld a woman near him with an uplifted axe, another with a gleaming knife, and Edward Young, who slept in his house that night, in the act of leaping upon her.
Adams was prompt to act on all occasions. He caught the uplifted axe, and wrenching it from her grasp, thrust the woman out of the door.
"There," he said, quietly, "go thy way, la.s.s. I don"t care to know which of "ee"s done it. Let the other one go too, Mr Young. It"s not worth while making a work about it."
The midshipman obeyed, and going to a shelf in a corner, took down a torch made of small nuts strung on a palm-spine, struck a light, and kindled it.
"Poor things," he said, "I"m sorry for them. They"ve had hard times here."
"They won"t try it again," remarked Adams, as he closed the door, and quietly turned again into his sleeping-bunk.
But John Adams was wrong. Foiled though they were on this occasion, and glad though some of them must have been at their failure, there were one or two who could not rest, and who afterwards made another attempt on the lives of the men. This also failed. The first offence had been freely forgiven, but this time it was intimated that if another attempt were made, they should all be put to death. Fortunately, the courage of even the most violent of the women had been exhausted. To the relief of the others they gave up their murderous designs, and settled down into that state of submission which was natural to them.
One might have thought that now, at last, the little colony of Pitcairn had pa.s.sed its worst days, most of the disturbing elements having been removed; but there was yet one other cloud, the blackest of all, to burst over them. One of the world"s greatest curses was about to be introduced among them. It happened thus:--
One night William McCoy went to his house up on the mountain-side, entered it, and shut and bolted the door. This was an unusual proceeding on his part, and had no connection with the recent attempts at murder made by the women, because he was quite fearless in regard to that, and scoffed at the possibility of being killed by women. He also carefully fastened the window-shutters. He appeared to be somewhat excited, and went about his operations with an air at once of slyness and of mystery.
A small torch or nut-candle which he lighted and set on a bracket on the wall gave out a faint flickering light, which barely rendered darkness visible, and from its position threw parts of the chamber into deepest gloom. It looked not unlike what we suppose would be the laboratory of an alchemist of the olden time, and McCoy himself, with his eager yet frowning visage, a native-made hat slouched over his brows, and a piece of native cloth thrown over his shoulders like a plaid, was no bad representative of an old doctor toiling for the secrets that turn base metal into gold, and old age into youth--secrets, by the way, which have been lying open to man"s hand for centuries in the Word of G.o.d.
Taking down from a shelf a large kettle which had formed part of the furniture of the _Bounty_, and a twisted metal pipe derived from the same source, he fitted them up on a species of stove or oven made of clay. The darkness of the place rendered his movements not very obvious; but he appeared to put something into the kettle, and fill it with water. Then he put charcoal into the oven, kindled it, and blew it laboriously with his mouth until it became red-hot. This flameless fire did not tend much to enlighten surrounding objects; it merely added to them a lurid tinge of red. The operator"s face, being close in front of the fire as he blew, seemed almost as hot as the glowing coals.
With patient watchfulness he sat there crouching over the fire for several hours, occasionally blowing it up or adding more fuel.
As the experiment went on, McCoy"s eyes seemed to dilate with expectation, and his breathing quickened. After a time he rose and lifted a bottle out of a tub of water near the stove. The bottle was attached to one end of the twisted tube, which was connected with the kettle on the fire. Detaching it therefrom, he raised it quickly to the light. Then he put it to his nose and smelt it. As he did so his face lit up with an expression of delight. Taking down from a shelf a cocoa-nut cup, he poured into it some sparkling liquid from the bottle.
It is a question which at that moment sparkled most, McCoy"s eyes or the liquid.