STATEN LAND
Hartog believed, from an ancient Portuguese chart which we had with us,
that an island continent lay to the south-east, and after a lengthened
period, during which we encountered bad weather and rough sea, we
sighted a formidable coastline, which appeared to be a mainland
extending on either side as far as the eye could reach. We coasted
along this new-found country for several days in search of a landing
place, without being able to find one, the coast being a continuous
line of precipitous rocks. Toward the end of the third day we
encountered a canoe, the largest we had seen, containing upward of one
hundred natives. We offered food and other articles, but, although the
canoe came quite close to us, none of her people could be induced to
come on board.
These natives appeared to be strong and fierce, nor did they show the
least fear of us, but rather an intention to begin hostilities when an
opportunity should offer. In view of this we loaded our brass cannon,
and made ready a supply of ammunition in case they should attack us.
But after keeping company with us for some time the canoe made off, and
Hartog had no mind to follow it.
Next morning we hove to off a pebbly beach, upon which I undertook to
land a boat's crew and examine the country. Hartog sent two boats, one
in my charge and the other in charge of Janstins. The sea was smooth,
so that we had no difficulty in running the boats ashore, where,
leaving a man aboard each, the rest of us followed the course of a
stream inland. Here we soon came to a valley so beautiful as almost to
defy description. Colossal trees rose to a great height above our
heads, festooned with a flowering creeper which resembled a bridal
veil, whilst emerald green ferns stretched their fronds into a stream
which descended from the higher land beyond by a series of cascades. A
kind of flax plant grew here, with leaves over nine feet long, and
bearing a flower which looked like a bunch of feather plumes, whilst
palms and cabbage trees abounded everywhere in great profusion.
My attention was diverted from the beauties which surrounded us by some
strange footprints which I noticed on the soft ground near the stream,
and which appeared to have been made by a bird or two-legged animal of
prodigious size. The footprints measured fully three feet in length,
and I fell to wondering what kind of a creature it could be who had
made them, when I was startled by a cry from one of our men, which
caused me to look in the direction whence it came. At a distance of
some fifty yards from where I stood I then perceived a huge, wingless
bird. Its head, armed with a formidable beak, reared full twenty feet
from the ground; its body, big as an ox, and covered with black
bristles, supported upon legs thicker than the girth of a man. As yet
this prodigy had not observed us, for it was stalking quietly among the
trees, followed by a brood of chickens, each larger than the biggest
ostrich I had ever seen.
I now noticed that one of these chickens had strayed from the others,
and I saw Janstins, who had evidently not observed the mother-bird,
aiming his matchlock at it as though about to fire. I shouted to him to
desist, but too late to save the mad fellow from his folly. There was a
flash, and a loud report, and the giant chicken lay on its back, its
legs kicking in the air.
"To the boats!" I cried, and the scared sailors, when they saw the
mother-bird, needed no second warning. There was a rush for the boats
by all but Janstins, who seemed as one amazed, and incapable of action
at the sight of the monster. I could not leave him to the fate which
threatened him, so, running to his assistance, I dragged him down
behind some fern trees, where we hid out of sight of the mother-bird,
who seemed bewildered by the unaccustomed sound of firearms, and
perplexed at the death of her chick, for which she could not account.
But we both knew that her inaction was momentary, and that when she
discovered us we must expect the full force of her rage, which could
only result in the loss of our lives. Whispering to Janstins, I bade
him remember that in courage and caution alone lay our hope of escape,
and he presently recovered his presence of mind sufficiently to follow
me when we ran, bent double, under cover of the luxuriant foliage, to
the beach, where we arrived only just in time to scramble into the
second boat that was being shoved off by the terrified sailors, before
the mother-bird, now joined by her mate of even larger proportion, came
in pursuit of us, and so carried away were these monsters by rage at
our escape that they advanced into the sea, stretching their necks at
us while uttering a loud, drumming noise which we could hear repeated
when we were on board the ship, and even after we were out at sea.
Next morning, at daybreak, we again made the coast, and toward evening
we found ourselves opposite a sandy beach upon which a number of
natives appeared to be engaged in some tribal ceremony. Fires were
lighted along the sea shore, and, upon drawing nearer, we were able to
distinguish groups of men, apparently captives, with their hands bound
behind them, standing together while their captors performed an
extravagant dance round them. Armed warriors then rushed upon each
other in mimic warfare, and the sound of their bare feet, as they
stamped in unison upon the hard sand, came to us with measured cadence
across the sea. When the dance was ended, the captives were made to lie
flat, one behind the other, till they formed a black patch upon the
beach. Then appeared a number of men pushing from above high-water mark
a war canoe, the prow of which, elaborately carved, and upstanding to
the height of thirty feet, was decorated with shells and bunches of
feathers. On came the canoe, slowly at first, and then with increasing
speed, until it reached the row of victims, over whom it crunched,
taking the water reddened with their blood amid an uproar of shrieks
and groans most dreadful to listen to.
Not wishing to engage these savages, Hartog stood out to sea, but so
fearless were they that when they saw us they came in pursuit of us.
Over twenty canoes crowded with natives put off from the shore, but we
greeted them with shots from our brass cannon, which sent them back
quicker than they came, many being observed to fall after each
discharge of grapeshot and canister amongst them.
We left this country, which Hartog named Staten Land, in honour of the
States of Holland, with an unfavourable impression of its inhabitants,
who appeared to be bloodthirsty savages, prone to hostility without
provocation.