The carpenter whittled for him a pair of scales and some musket-balls
were found in the boat. These were known to weigh twenty-five to the
pound of sixteen ounces. In order to make the provisions last as long
as possible, three meals a day were served, and each consisted of a
musket-ball’s weight of bread, an ounce of pork, and a teaspoonful of
rum in a quarter of a pint of water. If you should be curious enough
to measure out such a repast for yourself and try living on it for a
few days only, I have no doubt that your weight would be reduced more
rapidly than any high-priced specialist in dietetics could possibly
achieve for you. A twenty-fifth of a pound of hard bread would not much
more than satisfy the appetite of a vigorous canary bird. Yet these
seventeen men lived on it and stayed alive for weeks and weeks. Heavy
rains came to give them more water, but thirst was a continual torment,
so sparingly and prudently did Lieutenant Bligh dole out the precious
fluid.
They passed within sight of many islands, green and smiling, and smoke
wreathed skyward from native camps and villages, but Bligh sternly
checked his men when they yearned to seek the land and a respite from
the merciless sea. With him it was Timor or die, and in the lonely
watches he recalled that previous voyage with Captain Cook, when the
great navigator was lured to his death by the soft-voiced, garlanded
people of Oahu. And so the open boat flitted past the mysterious
beaches and lagoons of the New Hebrides and veered farther seaward to
give a wide berth to the savage coast of New Guinea. After one of the
numerous storms which almost swamped them, Bligh noted in his diary:
I found every person complaining and some of them requested extra
allowance. I positively refused. Our situation was miserable,
always wet and suffering extreme cold in the night, without the
least shelter from the weather. Being constantly compelled to bale
the boat to keep her from filling perhaps should not have been
reckoned an evil because it gave us exercise. Our appearance was
shocking and several of my people seemed half-dead. I could look no
way without catching the eye of some one in distress. The little
sleep we got was in the midst of water and we always awoke with
severe cramps and pains in our bones.
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