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
With the exception that the once-cultivated grounds were all overrun
with weeds, and the houses mostly were in ruins, there did not seem
to be, to the eyes of the older people, at least, any change in the
island. But to the younger people the change from the island they had
just left made a great impression, the dwelling houses and kitchens,
in their ugly bareness and smoke-begrimed appearance, contrasting
unfavorably with the neatly-built houses and tidy kitchens they had
been accustomed to. The ovens, too, where most of the cooking was done
were only holes dug in the ground, the required heat being obtained
from a number of small stones which were placed over a pile of wood
after the fire had been kindled to heat the stones. The covering for
such ovens consists of leaves, and over these a thick layer of earth,
which effectually prevents the escape of the steam, which so thoroughly
and so well cooks the food that is placed within.
The appearance, too, of the little village was so different from the
place where they had lately lived! Instead of a long row of houses
neatly standing side by side, facing a broad and well-paved street,
here were only a few humbly-thatched dwellings—only two of which
were habitable—half hidden amongst the thick growth of trees which
surrounded them. But the general appearance, so different, was none
the less beautiful, and the sight of the orange groves, displaying
their wealth of golden fruit, was a very pleasing picture to the young
folks, who had never seen such a sight before. Near to these could be
seen the breadfruit trees, with their large, beautiful leaves, growing
side by side with the glossy, dark-leaved _fei_, or mountain plantain,
its heavy bunch of fruit being supported in an upright position by
a stout stalk shooting direct from the center of the leaves, while
here and there a cocoanut tree lent its graceful aid to beautify the
scenery. Towering over all, and lovely in their delicate, light-green
foliage, were the wide-spreading branches of the mighty banyan tree,
whose roots, as they hang from the boughs overhead, prove such a strong
temptation to the boys and girls to go swinging on them. Sometimes an
accident happens when swinging on the roots of the banyan trees, but in
no instance has it ended fatally, and in one case only were there any
bones broken.
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