And now, at last, approached a crisis in the Life of Pitcairn, which had
indeed been long foreseen, long dreaded, and often thought of, but
seldom hinted at by the islanders.
Good, patient, long-enduring John Adams began to draw towards the end of
his strange, unique, and glorious career. For him to live had been
Christ, to die was gain. And he knew it.
"George Nobbs," said he, about four months after the arrival of the
former, "the Lord's ways are wonderful, past finding out, but always
sure and _safe_. Nothing puzzles me so much as my own want of faith,
when there's such good ground for confidence. But God's book tells me
to expect even that," he added, after a pause, with a faint smile.
"Does it not tell of the _desperately_ wicked and deceitful heart?"
"True, Mr Adams," replied his friend, with the term of respect which he
felt constrained to use, "but it also tells of salvation to the
_uttermost_."
"Ay. I know that too," returned Adams, with a cheery smile. "_Well_ do
I know that. But don't mister me, George. There are times when the
little titles of this world are ridiculous. Such a time is now. I am
going to leave you, George. The hour of my departure is at hand.
Strange, how anxious I used to feel! I used to think, what if I am
killed by a fall from the cliffs, or by sickness, and these poor
helpless children should be left fatherless! The dear Lord sent me a
rebuke. He sent John Buffett to help me. But John Buffett has not the
experience, or the education that's needful. Not that I had education
myself, but, somehow, my experience, beginnin' as it did from the _very_
beginnin', went a long way to counterbalance that. Then, anxious
thoughts _would_ rise up again. Want of faith, nothing else, George,
nothing else. So the Lord rebuked me again, for he sent _you_."
"Ah, father, I hope it is as you say. I dare hardly believe it, yet I
earnestly hope so."
"_I_ have no doubt, now," resumed Adams. "You have got just the
qualities that are wanted. Regularly stored and victualled for the
cruise. They'll be far better off than ever they were before. If I had
only trusted more I should have suffered less. But I was always
thinking of John Adams. Ah! that has been the great curse of my
life--_John Adams_!--as if everything depended on him. Why," continued
the old man, kindling with a sudden burst of indignation, "could _I_
have saved these souls by merely teaching 'em readin' and writin', or
even by readin' God's book to 'em? Isn't it read every day by thousands
to millions, against whom it falls like the sea on a great rock? Can
the absence of temptation be pleaded, when here, in full force, there
have been the most powerful temptations to disobedience continually? If
that would have done, why were not all my brother mutineers saved from
sin? It was not even when we read the Bible that deliverance came. I
read it for ten years as a sealed book. No, George, no; it was when
God's Holy Spirit opened the eyes and the heart, that I an' the dear
women an' child'n became nothin', and fell in with His ways."
He stopped suddenly, as if exhausted, and his new friend led him gently
to his house. Many loving eyes watched him as he went along, and many
tender hearts beat for him, but better still, many true hearts prayed
for him.
That night he became weaker, and next day he did not rise.
When this became known, all the settlement crowded to his house, while
from his bed there was a constant coming and going of those who had the
right to be nearest to him. Nursed by the loving women whom he had
led--and whose children's children he had led--to Jesus, and surrounded
by men whom he had dandled, played with, reared, and counselled, he
passed into the presence of God, to behold "the King in his beauty," to
be "for ever with the Lord."
May we join him, reader, you and I, when our time comes!
On a tombstone over a grave under the banyan-tree near his house, is the
simple record, "John Adams, died 5th March 1829, aged 65."
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And here our tale must end, for the good work which we have sought to
describe has no end. Yet, for the sake of those who have a regard for
higher things than a mere tale, we would add a few words before making
our farewell bow.
The colony of Pitcairn still exists and flourishes. But many changes
have occurred since Adams left the scene, though the simple, guileless
spirit of the people remains unchanged.
Here is a brief summary of its history since 1829.
George Nobbs had gained the affections of the people before Adams's
death, and he at once filled the vacant place as well as it was possible
for a stranger to do so.
In 1830 the colony consisted of nearly ninety souls, and it had for some
time been a matter of grave consideration that the failure of water by
drought might perhaps prove a terrible calamity. It was therefore
proposed by Government that the people of Pitcairn should remove to
Otaheite, or, to give the island its modern name, Tahiti. There was
much division of opinion among the islanders, and Mr Nobbs objected.
However, the experiment was tried, and it failed signally. The whole
community was transported in a ship to Tahiti in March 1831.
But the loose manners and evil habits of many of the people there had
such an effect on the Pitcairners that they took the first opportunity
of returning to their much-loved island. John Buffett and a few
families went first. The remainder soon followed in an American brig.
Thereafter, life on the Lonely Island flowed as happily as ever for many
years, with the exception of a brief but dark interval, when a
scoundrel, named Joshua Hill, went to the island, passed himself off as
an agent of the British Government, misled the trusting inhabitants, and
established a reign of terror, ill-treating Nobbs, Buffett, and Evans,
whom for a time he compelled to quit the place. Fortunately this
impostor was soon found out and removed. The banished men returned, and
all went well again.
Rear-Admiral Moresby visited Pitcairn in 1851, and experienced a warm
reception. Finding that the people wished Mr Nobbs to be ordained, he
took him to England for this purpose. The faithful pastor did not fail
to interest the English public in the romantic isle of which God had
given him the oversight. During his visit he was presented to the
Queen, who gave him portraits of herself and the Royal family. The
Society for the Propagation of the Gospel placed Mr Nobbs on their
missionary list, with a salary of 50 pounds per annum.
Soon after this the increasing population of Pitcairn Island rendered it
necessary that the islanders should find a wider home. Government,
therefore, offered them houses and land in Norfolk Island, a penal
settlement from which the convicts had been removed. Of course the
people shrank from the idea of leaving Pitcairn when it was first
proposed, but ultimately assented, and were landed on Norfolk Island,
hundreds of miles from their old home, in June 1856. On this lovely
spot the descendants of the mutineers of the _Bounty_ have lived ever
since, under the care of that loved pastor on whom John Adams had
dropped his mantle.
We believe that the Reverend George H. Nobbs is still alive. At all
events he was so last year, (1879), having written a letter in June to
the Secretary of the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel, in
which, among other things, he speaks of the "rapidly increasing
community, now numbering 370 persons." He adds--"I am becoming very
feeble from age, and my memory fails me in consequence of an operation
at the back of my neck for carbuncle two years since;" and goes on to
tell of the flourishing condition of his flock.
In regard to the other personages who have figured in our little tale,
very few, perhaps none, now survive. So late as the year 1872 we read
in a pamphlet of the "Melanesian Mission," that George Adams and his
sister, Rachel Evans, (both over seventy years of age), were present at
an evening service in Norfolk Island, and that Arthur Quintal was still
alive, though quite imbecile. But dear Otaheitan Sally and her loving
Charlie and all the rest had long before joined the Church above.
There was, however, a home-sick party of the Pitcairners who could by no
means reconcile themselves to the new home. These left it not very long
after landing in 1856, and returned to their beloved Pitcairn.
Multiplying by degrees, as the first settlers had done, they gradually
became an organised community; and now, while we write, the palm-groves
of Pitcairn resound with the shouts of children's merriment and with the
hymn of praise as in days of yore. A.J.R. McCoy is chief magistrate,
and a Simon Young acts as minister, doctor, and schoolmaster, while his
daughter, Rosalind Amelia, assists in the school.
In a report from the chief magistrate, we learn that, although still out
of the beaten track of commerce, the Pitcairners are more frequently
visited by whalers than they used to be. Their simplicity of life,
manners, and piety appears to be unchanged. He says, among other
things:--
"No work is done on the Sabbath-day. We have a Bible-class every
Wednesday, and a prayer-meeting the first Friday of each month. Every
family has morning and evening prayers without intermission. We have a
public or church library, at which all may read. Clothing we generally
get from whalers who call in for refreshments. No alcoholic liquors of
any kind are used on the island, except for medical purposes. A
drunkard is unknown here."
So the good seed sown under such peculiar circumstances at the beginning
of the century continues to grow and spread and flourish, bringing forth
fruit to the glory of God. Thus He causes light to spring out of
darkness, good to arise out of evil; and the Lonely Island, once an
almost unknown rock in the Pacific Ocean, was made a centre of blessed
Christian influence soon after the time when it became--the refuge of
the mutineers.