CHAPTER XI.

Farther Transactions of the Colony in November, 1790.

During the intervals of duty, our greatest source of entertainment now

lay in cultivating the acquaintance of our new friends, the natives. Ever

liberal of communication, no difficulty but of understanding each other

subsisted between us. Inexplicable contradictions arose to bewilder our

researches which no ingenuity could unravel and no credulity reconcile.

Baneelon, from being accustomed to our manners, and understanding a little

English, was the person through whom we wished to prosecute inquiry, but he

had lately become a man of so much dignity and consequence, that it was not

always easy to obtain his company. Clothes had been given to him at various

times, but he did not always condescend to wear them. One day he would

appear in them, and the next day he was to be seen carrying them in a net

slung around his neck. Farther to please him, a brick house of twelve feet

square was built for his use, and for that of such of his countrymen as

might choose to reside in it, on a point of land fixed upon by himself. A

shield, double cased with tin, to ward off the spears of his enemies, was

also presented to him, by the governor.

Elated by these marks of favour, and sensible that his importance with his

countrymen arose in proportion to our patronage of him, he warmly attached

himself to our society. But the gratitude of a savage is ever a precarious

tenure. That of Baneelon was fated to suffer suspension, and had well nigh

been obliterated by the following singular circumstance.

One day the natives were observed to assemble in more than an ordinary

number at their house on the point, and to be full of bustle and agitation,

repeatedly calling on the name of Baneelon, and that of 'deein' (a woman).

Between twelve and one o'clock Baneelon, unattended, came to the governor

at his house, and told him that he was going to put to death a woman

immediately, whom he had brought from Botany Bay. Having communicated

his intention, he was preparing to go away, seeming not to wish that the

governor should be present at the performance of the ceremony. But His

Excellency was so struck with the fierce gestures, and wild demeanour of

the other, who held in his hand one of our hatchets and frequently tried

the sharpness of it, that he determined to accompany him, taking with him

Mr. Collins and his orderly sergeant. On the road, Baneelon continued

to talk wildly and incoherently of what he would do, and manifested such

extravagant marks of fury and revenge, that his hatchet was taken away from

him, and a walking-stick substituted for it.

When they reached the house, they found several natives, of both sexes

lying promiscuously before the fire, and among them a young woman, not

more than sixteen years old, who at sight of Baneelon, started, and raised

herself half up. He no sooner saw her than, snatching a sword of the

country, he ran at her, and gave her two severe wounds on the head and one

on the shoulder, before interference in behalf of the poor wretch could

be made. Our people now rushed in and seized him; but the other Indians

continued quiet spectators of what was passing, either awed by Baneelon's

superiority or deeming it a common case, unworthy of notice and

interposition. In vain did the governor by turns soothe and threaten him.

In vain did the sergeant point his musquet at him. He seemed dead to every

passion but revenge; forgot his affection to his old friends and, instead

of complying with the request they made, furiously brandished his sword

at the governor, and called aloud for his hatchet to dispatch the unhappy

victim of his barbarity. Matters now wore a serious aspect. The other

Indians appeared under the control of Baneelon and had begun to arm and

prepare their spears, as if determined to support him in his violence.

Farther delay might have been attended with danger. The 'Supply' was

therefore immediately hailed, and an armed boat ordered to be sent on

shore. Luckily, those on board the ship had already observed the commotion

and a boat was ready, into which captain Ball, with several of his people

stepped, armed with musquets, and put off. It was reasonable to believe

that so powerful a reinforcement would restore tranquillity, but Baneelon

stood unintimidated at disparity of numbers and boldly demanded his

prisoner, whose life, he told the governor, he was determined to sacrifice,

and afterwards to cut off her head. Everyone was eager to know what could

be the cause of such inveterate inhumanity. Undaunted, he replied that her

father was his enemy, from whom he had received the wound in his forehead

beforementioned; and that when he was down in battle, and under the lance

of his antagonist, this woman had contributed to assail him. "She is now,"

added he, "my property: I have ravished her by force from her tribe: and

I will part with her to no person whatever, until my vengeance shall be

glutted."

Farther remonstrance would have been wasted. His Excellency therefore

ordered the woman to be taken to the hospital in order that her wounds

might be dressed. While this was doing, one of the natives, a young man

named Boladeree, came up and supplicated to be taken into the boat also,

saying that he was her husband, which she confirmed and begged that he

might be admitted. He was a fine well grown lad, of nineteen or twenty

years old, and was one of the persons who had been in the house in the

scene just described, which he had in no wise endeavoured to prevent, or to

afford assistance to the poor creature who had a right to his protection.

All our people now quitted the place, leaving the exasperated Baneelon and

his associates to meditate farther schemes of vengeance. Before they parted

he gave them, however, to understand that he would follow the object of his

resentment to the hospital, and kill her there, a threat which the governor

assured him if he offered to carry into execution he should be immediately

shot. Even this menace he treated with disdain.

To place the refugees in security, a sentinel was ordered to take post

at the door of the house, in which they were lodged. Nevertheless they

attempted to get away in the night, either from fear that we were not

able to protect them, or some apprehension of being restrained from future

liberty. When questioned where they proposed to find shelter, they said

they would go to the Cameragal tribe, with whom they should be safe. On the

following morning, Imeerawanyee* joined them, and expressed strong fears of

Baneelon's resentment. Soon after a party of natives, known to consist of

Baneelon's chosen friends, with a man of the name of Bigon, at their head,

boldly entered the hospital garden, and tried to carry off all three by

force. They were driven back and threatened, to which their leader only

replied by contemptuous insolence.

[*This good-tempered lively lad, was become a great favourite with us, and

almost constantly lived at the governor's house. He had clothes made up for

him, and to amuse his mind, he was taught to wait at table. One day a lady,

Mrs. McArthur, wife of an officer of the garrison, dined there, as did

Nanbaree. This latter, anxious that his countryman should appear to

advantage in his new office, gave him many instructions, strictly charging

him, among other things, to take away the lady's plate, whenever she should

cross her knife and fork, and to give her a clean one. This Imeerawanyee

executed, not only to Mrs. McArthur, but to several of the other guests.

At last Nanbaree crossed his knife and fork with great gravity, casting a

glance at the other, who looked for a moment with cool indifference at

what he had done, and then turned his head another way. Stung at this

supercilious treatment, he called in rage, to know why he was not attended

to, as well as the rest of the company. But Imeerawanyee only laughed; nor

could all the anger and reproaches of the other prevail upon him to do

that for one of his countrymen, which he cheerfully continued to perform to

every other person.]

Baneelon finding he could not succeed, withdrew himself for two days. At

length he made his appearance, attended only by his wife. Unmindful of what

had so recently happened, he marched singly up to the governor's house,

and on being refused admittance, though unarmed, attempted to force the

sentinel. The soldier spared him, but the guard was instantly sent for, and

drawn up in front of the house; not that their co-operation was necessary,

but that their appearance might terrify. His ardour now cooled, and he

seemed willing, by submission, to atone for his misconduct. His intrepid

disregard of personal risk, nay of life, could not however, but gain

admiration; though it led us to predict, that this Baneelon, whom

imagination had fondly pictured, like a second Omai, the gaze of a court

and the scrutiny of the curious, would perish untimely, the victim of his

own temerity.

To encourage his present disposition of mind, and to try if feelings of

compassion towards an enemy, could be exerted by an Indian warrior, the

governor ordered him to be taken to the hospital, that he might see the

victim of his ferocity. He complied in sullen silence. When about to enter

the room in which she lay, he appeared to have a momentary struggle with

himself, which ended his resentment. He spoke to her with kindness, and

professed sorrow for what he had done, and promised her future protection.

Barangaroo, who had accompanied him, now took the alarm: and as in shunning

one extreme we are ever likely to rush into another, she thought him

perhaps too courteous and tender. Accordingly she began to revile them both

with great bitterness, threw stones at the girl and attempted to beat her

with a club.

Here terminated this curious history, which I leave to the reader's

speculation. Whether human sacrifices of prisoners be common among them

is a point which all our future inquiry never completely determined. It is

certain that no second instance of this sort was ever witnessed by us.

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