Mutiny of the Bounty and story of Pitcairn Island, 1790-1894Young, Rosalind Amelia
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Mutiny of the Bounty and story of Pitcairn Island, 1790-1894
Young, Rosalind Amelia
Bounty Mutiny, 1789; Pitcairn Island
On the Queen’s birthday in question, the matrons and maidens decided
to dress in their best—white gowns preferred—and spend the day as
their fancy led them. One old grandmother proposed that a knot of
white ribbon be worn on the left shoulder, which was done, strips of
cloth supplying the place of ribbons. When the twenty-fourth day of
May arrived, cloudless and beautiful, it was greeted with loud and
loyal cheers from all, while the women and girls rose with the dawn
to array themselves in honor of the day, and surprise their husbands
and brothers, fathers and lovers, with their display, as all their
preparations had been kept secret.
The men were invited to come and join in the merrymaking, and they
obeyed with alacrity. All work was laid aside, and everyone entered
heartily into the sports and games that followed. The older women
attended to the babies and prepared the early supper, the materials
for which had been supplied beforehand. After the plentiful repast,
all were at liberty to enjoy themselves as they pleased. The daughters
of the mutineers, being now themselves the grandmothers, entered with
zest into the sports, and contributed not a little to the general
entertainment by reviving many of the games learned from their Tahitian
mothers.
They introduced into their games and sports the beating of calabashes
with sticks, performed with extreme precision, to which the players
kept time, moving with noiseless step and an easy grace that was
pleasing to witness. This performance was called the _ihara_. Another
native dance, the _uri_, was performed by Susannah, the girl of fifteen
who came in the _Bounty_, now an old woman of seventy-four, and blind
in one eye. She displayed remarkable liveliness in honor of the Queen’s
birthday, and her performance provoked mirth from the younger people,
who had never seen the dance before. This old woman died in the
September following, 1850, at the age of seventy-five, being the last
survivor of those who came to the island from Tahiti sixty years before.
The merry players kept up the dancing to a late hour. What mattered
if most of them danced with bare feet; that did not affect their
light-heartedness and happiness. A drum and tambourine supplied all the
music they wanted. The island boasted one fiddle, but no one considered
himself sufficiently expert in the use of the bow to volunteer his
services. At last the simple enjoyments of the day ended, only to
linger in the memory as a bright and pleasing recollection.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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