"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 n.i.g.g.e.rs 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 pa.s.sing 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 sh.e.l.l 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 ill.u.s.trated 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 sh.e.l.l; "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 sh.o.r.e, 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 sh.o.r.e," 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 pa.s.ses 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 sh.o.r.eward 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_.
CHAPTER FIVE.
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 sh.o.r.e, 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 sh.o.r.e. 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 a.s.sisted 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.