THE LANDING OF THE LIVESTOCK IN BOUNTY BAY.

Preparations were now made for landing. The bay which they had

discovered, and was the only one on the island, lay on its northern

side. Into it they succeeded in running the _Bounty_, and cast anchor.

Soon the women, with little Sally, were landed and sent up to the

table-land above, to make some sort of encampment, under the charge of

midshipman Young. The ship was warped close up to the cliffs, so close

that she ran the end of her bowsprit against them and broke it off.

Here there was a narrow ledge that seemed suitable for a landing-place.

Night put a stop to their labours on board. While some lighted fires

and encamped on the shore, others remained in the ship to guard her and

to be ready for the debarkation that was to take place in the morning.

And a strange debarkation it was. It had been found that there was a

rise of eight feet in the tide. This enabled Christian to lay the ship

in such a position that it was possible to extend several long planks

from the bow to the beach. Fortunately the weather was fine, otherwise

the landing would have been difficult if not disastrous.

When all was complete, the goats were collected and driven over the bow

to the shore. The procession was headed by an old billy-goat, who

looked supremely philosophical as he went slowly along the rough

gangway.

"It minds one o' pirates makin' the crew of a merchantman walk the

plank," remarked John Williams, as he assisted to urge the unwilling

flock along.

"Quite like a menadgeree," suggested Mills.

"More like old Noah comin' out o' the ark," said Williams, "on the top

o' Mount--Mount--what was its name? I forget."

"Mount Sy-nee," suggested Quintal.

"Not at all; it was Mount Arrowroot," said Isaac Martin, with the air of

an oracle.

"Clear the way, lads, for the poultry," shouted midshipman Young.

A tremendous cackling in rear rendered further orders inaudible as well

as unnecessary, while the men stood aside from the opening to the

gangway of planks.

A considerable number of fowls had been taken on board at Otaheite, and

these, besides being bewildered and uncertain as to the point to which

they were being driven, and the precise duty that was required of them,

were infected with the general obstinacy of the rest of the animal

kingdom. At last, however, a splendid cock was persuaded to enter the

gangway, down which he ran, and flew shrieking to the shore, followed by

the rest of his kindred.

"Now for the hogs," said Quintal, to whose domineering spirit the work

was congenial.

But the hogs were not to be managed as easily as the goats and fowls had

been. With native obstinacy and amazing energy they refused to do what

they were bid, and shrieked defiance when force was attempted. The

noise was further increased by the butting of a few goats and the

cackling of some poultry, which had got mixed up with them.

First of all they declined to leave the enclosures, out of which they

had tried pertinaciously to escape all the voyage. By way of overcoming

this difficulty, Christian ordered the enclosures to be torn down, and

the planks with which they had been formed were used as persuaders to

urge the refractory creatures on. As each poke or slap produced a

series of horrible yells, it may be understood that the operation was

accompanied with noise.

At last some of the men, losing patience, rushed at the hogs, seized

them by ears and tails, and forcibly dragged them to the gangway. McCoy

and Quintal distinguished themselves in this service, hurling their

animals on the planks with such violence that several of them fell over

into the sea, and swam towards the shore in the surf from which they

were rescued by the Otaheitan men, who danced about in the water, highly

enjoying this part of their labour.

A profound calm seemed to succeed a wild storm when the last of the

unruly pigs had left the ship.

"We've got 'em all out at last," said one of the men, with a sigh,

wiping the perspiration from his forehead with his sleeve.

"Bad luck to them," growled another, tying up a slight wound received in

the conflict.

"We've done with the live stock, anyhow, and that's a comfort," said a

third.

"Done with the live stock!" exclaimed Martin. "Why, the worst lot has

yet to come."

"That must be yourself, then, Martin, my boy," said Brown.

"I wish it was, Brown," retorted Martin; "but you've forgotten the

cats."

"So we have!" exclaimed everybody.

"And you may be sure they'll give us some trouble," said Christian.

"Come, let's go at 'em at once."

This estimate of the cats was fully justified by what followed. A

considerable number of these useful creatures, black, white, and grey,

had been brought from Otaheite for the purpose of keeping down the rats,

with which many of the South Sea Islands are afflicted. During the

voyage most of them had retired to the privacy of the hold, where they

found holes and corners about the cargo, and came out only at night,

like evil spirits, to pick up a precarious livelihood. During the

recent conflict a few had found insecure refuge in holes and corners

about the deck, where yelling and fugitive pigs had convulsed them with

horror; and one, a huge grey cat, having taken madly to the rigging,

rushed out to the end of the foresail-yard, where it was immediately

roused to frenzy by a flock of astonished gulls. Now, these cats had to

be rummaged out of their retreats by violence, in which work all the

white men in the ship had to take part amid a chorus of awful skirling,

serpentlike fuffing, ominous and deadly growling, and, generally,

hideous caterwauling, that no pen, however gifted, could adequately

describe.

"_I_ see 'im," cried Mills, with his head thrust down between a

nail-cask and a bundle of Otaheitan roots.

"Where?" from John Adams, who, with heels and legs in the air, and head

and shoulders down somewhere about the keel, was poking a long stick

into total darkness.

"There, right under you, with a pair of eyes blazing like green lamps."

A poke in the right direction caused a convulsion in the bowels of the

cargo like a miniature earthquake. It was accompanied by a fearful

yell.

"I've touched him at last," said Adams, quietly. "Look-out there,

Brown, he's goin' to scramble up the bulkhead."

"There goes another," shouted Martin, whose head was so far down among

the cargo that his voice had a muffled sound.

There was no occasion to ask where this time, for, with a wild shriek, a

large black fellow left its retreat, sprang up the hatchway, and sought

refuge in the rigging. At the same moment there came a sepulchral moan

from a cat whose place of refuge was invaded by Quintal. The moan was

followed by a cry, loud and deep, that would have done credit to a mad

baby.

"Isn't it appalling to see creeturs so furious?" said Adams, solemnly,

as he drew his head and shoulders out of the depths.

"They're fiendishly inclined, no doubt," said Christian, who stood hard

by with a stick, ready to expedite the process of ejection when a cat

ventured to show itself.

At last, with infinite trouble the whole body of the enemy were routed

from the hold, and the hatches fastened down to prevent a return. But

the end was not yet gained, for the creatures had found various refuges

on deck, and some had taken to the rigging.

"Come out o' that," cried Martin, making a poke at the big grey cat,

like a small tiger, which had fled to the foretop.

With a ferocious caterwaul and fuff the creature sprang down the shrouds

on the opposite side as if it had been born and bred a sailor.

Unfortunately it made a wild leap at a pendant rope in passing, missed

it, and came down on the deck with a prodigious flop. Only one of its

nine lives, apparently, was damaged. With the other eight it rushed to

the opening in the bow, and soon gained the shore, where it immediately

sprang to the leafy head of a cocoa-nut palm. At the same moment a

black-and-white cat was sent flying in the same direction by Young.

Quintal, indulging his savage nature, caught one of the cats by the neck

and tried to strangle it into subjection, but received such punishment

with teeth and claws that he was fain to fling it into the sea. It swam

ashore, emerged a melancholy "drookit" spectacle, and dashed into the

nearest underwood.

Thus, one by one, the cats were hunted out of the _Bounty_, and

introduced to their future home. The last to give in was,

appropriately, an enormous black Tom, which, with deadly yellow eyes,

erect hair, bristling tail, curved back, extended claws, and flattened

ears, rushed fuffing and squealing from one refuge to another, until at

last, giving way to the concentrated attack of the assembled crew, it

burst through the opening, scurried down the gangway, and went like a

shot into the bushes, a confirmed maniac,--if not worse.

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