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
After Captain Knowles had reached Tahiti, he did not delay to take the
first opportunity to go home, as he was extremely anxious about his
wife, an anxiety which was only too well founded, for the poor lady had
died of hopeless grief and suspense concerning the fate of her husband.
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CHAPTER XIV.
AN UNPLEASANT SURPRISE
IN THE course of our narrative we now return to the two families on
Pitcairn. Their first night on shore was passed in one of the old
houses which was so thickly covered with a growth of the wild bean that
all felt sure it would afford the best protection against rain, if rain
should fall. But they were soon convinced of their mistake when, during
the night, a pouring rain roused them from their slumbers by coming in
upon them through the frail covering of the vines. Early the next day
they removed to another house, which afforded better accommodations,
and where they stayed until their own cottages were repaired. They had
but just finished the work of arranging their new abode to the best
advantage when some of the young girls sallied forth, accompanied by
one of their mothers, to have a look around the forsaken place. When
only a short distance from the house, they espied, coming towards them
through the bush-grown path, two men, who had just come ashore from
a ship, unknown to any of the party on the island. At sight of the
strangers, one of whom was carrying a gun, the other being a colored
man, the woman and girls screamed and fled, one of the girls in her
terror dropping several feet from the boughs of an orange tree up which
she had climbed.
Impelled by a haunting dread that something awful was about to happen,
they ran in breathless haste toward the house where the other woman
and children were. Their frightened looks told plainly enough that
something unusual had occurred, and, crowded close together, the story
of what they had seen was repeated. But they congratulated themselves
on the fact that their retreat would not be easily discovered, as the
path was well nigh hidden from view by the thick growth of weeds and
bushes. Worst of all, their natural protectors were all absent from
home at the time. Their terror could be better imagined than described
when, a few minutes having passed, the black man’s face appeared
through an opening in the trees, and immediately behind him was his
white companion. The lot of timid women and children could scarce
refrain from shrieking aloud, but the colored man assured them, with a
pleasant smile, that there was nothing to fear, and that the gun was
brought on shore for other game than themselves. It did not take long
to quiet their fears, when they discovered that the black man was
really a pleasant-spoken, kindly person; but the other man held aloof,
and scarcely had a word to say. They both gladly accepted food from the
hands of the women, who also gave them permission to take all the fruit
that they wished.
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