Journal of a cruise of the United States schooner Dolphin, among the islands of the Pacific Ocean; and a visit to the Mulgrave Islands, in pursuit of the mutineers of the whaleship GlobePaulding, Hiram
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Journal of a cruise of the United States schooner Dolphin, among the islands of the Pacific Ocean; and a visit to the Mulgrave Islands, in pursuit of the mutineers of the whaleship Globe
Paulding, Hiram
Oceania -- Description and travel
The island was small, producing but few nut trees, and having but a
small number of huts upon it, notwithstanding which, there were
several hundreds of people assembled;--a great crowd, considering the
thinly populated state of the islands. But as this large assemblage
could only have been brought together from some extraordinary cause,
I determined to land and search their huts, and look round, before I
made so wide a breach with them, as must necessarily result from the
seizure of their canoes. I was sorry to see, on our coming near
them, that they were sending their women and children towards the
huts, which were at a short distance from the assemblage of natives;
a movement that indicated a want of confidence in us on their part,
or what was still less agreeable to us, a disposition to hostility.
There was some surf on the shore where we were about to land near the
canoes, and that the boat might be the more readily at our disposal
when we should have occasion for her after landing, I dropped an
anchor, and was in the act of veering to through the surf, when, to
my astonishment, a person dressed and looking like a native,
addressed us in our own language. He was standing upon the beach
thirty or forty yards distant, and half way between us and the
natives, all of whom had seated themselves. The first words that we
understood, were, "The Indians are going to kill you: don't come on
shore unless you are prepared to fight." The scene now presented to
us, inspired an indescribable sensation; for, although we were
convinced that this was one of the men we were so anxiously looking
for, his sudden and unexpected appearance, his wild attire, and above
all, his warning, seemed like an illusion of fancy. His hair was
long, combed up, and tied in a knot on the top of his head; round his
loins, he wore a large mat, finely wrought, and the use of cocoa-nut
oil, and the action of a tropical sun, for nearly two years, had made
his skin almost as dark as that of the natives. He earnestly
repeated, several times, that we must not land unless we were
prepared to fight, and described the plan the natives had concerted
with him, which was, to prevail upon us to come on shore and seat
ourselves amongst them, when, at a given signal, they would all rise
and knock us on the head with stones. This statement was probable
enough, but the suspicion that this was one of the mutineers, very
naturally occurred to our minds, with the questions, "Why have we not
found him before? and, why does he not now fly to us for protection,
if he is innocent?"--forgetting that our contemptible numbers
precluded all idea of safety to him, if opposed by the numerous
assemblage of natives by whom he was surrounded. I asked his name,
which he told me was William Lay, and that he was one of the crew of
the Globe. His stature and juvenile appearance, answered the
description we had of him. I told him to come to the boat, but he
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