CHAPTER XI.

Speak several vessels. Massacre at Keppell's Island. Touch at the Duke

of York's Island. Find a tomb. Electrical eel. Conduct of a negro, who

makes much sport. Land Lobster. Land at Cohannah. Improper conduct of

the captain. A storm off Hawaii. Anchor at Honolulu. Its description.

Scenes on shore. Sports of the surf. Arrival at Sir Francis Drake's

Bay. Scenes on shore. Cruise about the different islands. Proposed

mutiny. The author leaves the ship.

We spoke the Aramata, of New London, which was then steering for the

Marquesas, where she was intending to get water and provisions. They

informed us of the recent massacre of the whole crew except a boy, of

an English ship at Keppell's Island. The Aramata touched there for wood

and water, and after dropping the anchor lowered away and pulled for

the shore; when they came near the beach their landing was prohibited.

The beach was filled with natives, who were armed with spears and clubs

which they brandished about, going through with every warlike gesture.

They signified to them their reception would be far from a pleasant one.

They put back to the ship, but still remained in the harbor, it being

so near night. Soon the boy who was saved from the massacre came

upon the beach and cautioned them about the natives, for they were

determined to kill every person who should land there.

He was then suddenly snatched away by the natives. From what they

could learn from the boy, they were induced to be on their guard. About

midnight a number of canoes were seen to pull towards them. All hands

were called, and arms put in readiness. As they came stealthily along

and had almost reached the vessel, they gave them the contents of their

six guns and two pistols, which sent them yelling towards the shore.

This single shot served their entire defeat.

We parted with the Aramata, being unwilling to return to the Marquesas

with them.

About a week after, we spoke the bark James Calvin, of London,

returning from Keppell's Island, with the boy. Capt. Coleman lowered

away his boat with its full complement of men, harpoons, lines and

lances, and went on board of her, while the mate of the James Calvin,

with his boat, crew, and apparatus, came on board our ship. This is

the way ships usually meet at sea. From them we learned the full

particulars of the massacre.

Soon as she heard of it she resolved to go to the island, and at all

hazards take the boy away. As they entered the harbor several of the

natives came to the ship; they suffered them to go aboard, treated

them well, gave them many presents, which won their good feelings. As

they were about leaving, the captain told them, (through a native of

the Sandwich Islands who could talk with them,) that the king of the

Sandwich Islands had sent many presents to their king, which he could

get by coming on board the next day. The next morning the king came on

board, and, as was desired, the boy was brought with him, who was among

the first who came. Soon as the boy was fairly on board, the crew

rushed upon the unsuspecting natives, and drove what few had come on

board over into the sea. Bearing full, they left the harbor.

The boy's story was simply as follows:

The ship came into the harbor, where she lay, the captain thinking to

go on shore the next morning.--About midnight the natives came upon it

in so still a manner, that the watch upon deck did not hear them. Those

they killed, and as the others attempted to come above they were killed

also. The whole crew except six men and the boy were killed on board;

these were taken on shore, and the men killed.

The boy was saved by an old woman who took a great liking to him. The

bodies of those killed on board were brought on shore, and eaten with

the others. All articles of value were taken off, and the ship burned.

Parting with the James Calvin, we stood for the Duke of York's Island,

taking on our way one small whale and three black fish.

Arriving at the island, we lowered away and went on shore, taking our

guns with us. We shot many birds of different kinds, among them was one

called a Mingo, a large and beautiful bird; the back and top of his

wings were a dark gray, the under part of the body and wings were a

bright red. While sailing over our heads he presented a most beautiful

appearance.

We saw no marks of cultivation whatever upon the island, there being

nothing but a long, low, sandy beach, with here and there a grove of

cocoa-nuts and palm trees. We rowed around two or three miles, and

found a little harbor with a beautiful white coral beach. A short

distance from the shore we found a mound, which was evidently the

resting-place of some person whom Fate appointed to die at that

desolate place.

This was made by laying a wall of stone about seven feet long and

two wide, being about fifteen inches high. The stones were laid very

closely together, so as to keep out the land lobsters and crabs that

swarmed the island.

On the wall the coffin, or box, was placed and arched over with stone

and wood with a kind of cement. The whole was nearly overgrown with

moss.

A negro belonging to the ship on coming to it, said he had dreamed

three successive nights of finding a vast amount of money, and believed

this to be the spot. He set about beating it down, but was driven from

it.

Our attention was aroused by the loud cries of one of the crew. When

we arrived at the spot, we found him with an enormous land lobster,

which he had attempted to catch, linked to his thumb so firmly as only

to be removed by breaking the claw. These in shape resemble the water

lobster, though much larger. Our friend did not attempt to "catch the

Tartar" again. We took the lobster to the boat and tied him up, so that

he would not run away. They run very fast, drawing their huge claws on

the ground after them.

Again we went a cruising, and came to a little cove about half a mile

in length and about half a mile also in width, being nearly dry at low

tide. One of the crew saw a large eel of a greenish color lying quietly

in the mud. Thinking to have a little sport, he took a stick and gave

him a blow, which was paid back with interest. The stick flew from his

hands, and he yelled loud enough to be heard half a mile. He found this

to be a large electrical eel, who was not to be trifled with.

Other fish are seldom found within their haunts. They live imbedded in

the mud until driven therefrom, when with all their venom they dart

at the offender, or the first object that comes in their reach. The

first blow of a large one would kill any of the human species. When

in a state of weakness or nearly exhausted, the sensation produced is

quite like that given by a galvanic battery or an electrical machine.

They are often found to be from four to six feet long, and weigh from

fourteen to twenty pounds. In some parts of South America, fording

places are abandoned entirely in consequence of them, it being unsafe

to ride through.

When the horse or mule steps on them as they lie in the mud, they coil

around the legs and against the body, and, with a succession of shocks,

bring the poor animal down, and before he can recover from the shocks

he is drowned. The rider being dismounted, quite likely falls a prey to

some other one, who being fully charged soon puts an end to him.

Finding the nature of the fish, some of the crew being bent upon

having a little sport, went in the boat, got lances, spears, &c., and

commenced an attack upon them. In this I did not join, finding more

sport in watching them, than in contributing as dearly as some of them

did for the amusement of the others.

The negro could not forget his dreamy visions, and was most sanguine in

his belief that the before-mentioned mound contained the object of his

fancy.

Thither he repaired with two or three of his shipmates, myself among

the number, determined to be satisfied respecting it. He took a large

stone and began pounding away at the cement, which was nearly as hard

as the stone itself. Beating a hole through, he assiduously plied

himself to pulling out the stones one after another, until he made a

hole through to the rude box, whence escaped an odor quite unlike that

emanating from a miser's chest. He being so intent upon his errand,

would not now believe but it contained treasure for him, and again went

to work; running his hand through the hole he had made, he pulled out

a piece of a board which Decay had marked as her own, which now fully

convinced him of the certainty of the contents.

Exasperated at this he flew to the tomb, and would not have left one

stone upon another had not we interfered and drove him away, when we

replaced the stones as well as we could.

We next went about securing a quantity of lobsters to take to sea with

us. The negro seeing one run into a hole under the roots of a cocoa-nut

tree, ran his hand in after him, but soon found he had also "caught

a Tartar." He relinquished his hold, but not so with the lobster: he

adhered closely after he was drawn from the hole. The negro jumped

about, making wry faces and yelling loud enough to be heard half a

mile. The bystanders were so much affected at his grimaces, that they

indulged in a hearty laugh, and could not for a moment or two assist

him in the least.

To laugh at any being's calamity is by no means justifiable; but I

think had the most sedate person witnessed the affair, his risibilities

would have been affected to a considerable degree.

We caught about forty and took them to the ship. The next morning none

of them could be found; after much searching we found them dispersed

about the rigging, and for several days we found them in different

parts of the vessel.

I have often heard those better acquainted with their nature than I am,

say, they climb the lofty cocoa-nut tree, pick the fruit, carry it out

upon the ends of the limb over some rock, and drop it, thus getting at

the meat. This I cannot assert as fact, for I never saw it; yet I have

seen hundreds of them on trees; I have seen them take the nut in their

claws and beat it on the stone, and crack the shell.

Leaving the Duke of York's Island, we stood for Fanning's Island, which

is of about the same description as the last-mentioned one.

Here we cruised about a few days, went on shore, and found two huts

that had the appearance of being recently occupied.

From thence we stood for the Mulgrave's group, where we took three

whales. After trying the oil, we went on shore on Cohannah Island,

where there was but little indication of life. On going up a little

creek we saw a smoke in the distance; seeing this I told the captain

it was best to put back to the ship, for should they see the harpoons

and lances in the boats, they would at once consider us as enemies, and

would most likely attempt to murder us.

He would not be persuaded to return, declaring he would land at all

hazards, which was effected with great difficulty, on account of the

surf which ran very high.

The captain took his gun with him, saying he would shoot the first

native he saw. We found several canoes hung up in the bushes. Again

I begged of the captain to return. He turned upon me, calling me a

coward. This epithet I was willing to bear, telling him if he knew

as much of them as I did, he would rather be called a coward than be

caught by them.

Soon the loud war whoop rang in our ears. I told the captain he could

then do as he pleased, but I was going to the boat, and started. I

jumped into the boat and shoved off. The natives were rushing down to

the beach, armed with clubs and spears. The captain was still quite

reluctant about getting in. He drew up his gun ready for firing. This

I remonstrated loudly against, but it did no good. He fired, wounding

one of them in the legs, who fell upon the ground, yelling loudly, and

taking up sand rubbed it on the wound. This to the Captain was much

sport, but it would not be sport to the next unsuspecting crew that

might touch there, who would without a doubt atone for his folly, for

they would most assuredly be revenged.

We spoke the bark Harriet, of London, on our way to the Barbadoes,

which lie in about 8° 30m' north latitude, and about 175° west

longitude. From them we procured a quantity of Plantain, bananas, and a

few hogs.

From thence we made the Sandwich islands, when to the windward of

Hawaii, about 60 miles, we encountered one of the heaviest gales I was

ever called upon to witness,--carrying our fore-top-mast away by the

cap--main-top-gallant mast and yard, and springing our mizen mast-head.

We put up the helm; squared away our main-yard; loosed, and set the

fore-sail, to run to the leeward to get more sea room. Under this sail

we ran very well, whilst running through the narrows that separate

Hawaii from Mauli, at the distance of thirty miles.

There was a heavy and irregular sea which pooped the ship, and nearly

proved her entire ruin. Clearing the deck of water-casks; sweeping

the binnacle, which contained the compass, from the deck; tearing the

bulwarks from their stations; breaking the rudder at the water's edge,

and nearly killing the man at the helm. Those on deck, seeing the wave

as it arose and was sweeping towards them, caught hold of the rigging,

and thereby saved themselves probably from a watery grave.

In this condition we lay, or rather drifted, at the mercy of the waves,

three days. When the gale abated, we were about a hundred miles to the

southward of the group. We then rigged a jury, or temporary rudder,

made from an old spar, which answered our purpose.

The wind shifting to the southward, we stood nearly before it, running

under reefed main-top-sail and fore-sail; with the greatest care, we

were enabled to make Honolulu, and came to anchor about three miles

from the town. When all was snug, the boat was manned for shore, where

were several whale vessels lying, from which twenty boats were manned

to assist us in towing the ship into the harbor where she was repaired.

There is a coral reef which extends along the harbor about a mile,

leaving only a narrow passage of about one hundred feet for ships to

pass. Ships are generally obliged to be towed into the harbor, in

consequence of the high points which tower high, and becalm them.

At the head of the channel is Diamond head or hill, which is the

principle point on the south side of the island. "This is the crater

of an extinguished volcano--a bare shell of a mountain whose bowels

have been exhausted by fire. It is of circular form, many miles in

circumference, and rises almost perpendicular several hundred feet.

Its sides every where look like seared walls; and are fluted and

furrowed from top to bottom by the washings of water-courses, as if by

artificial workmanship. They are also surmounted in many places by a

kind of moulding, of equally singular formation; and again by blocks

and piles of jagged lava, having in their elevation the appearance of

the parapets and battlements of a dilapidated castle." Between this

crater, and the town of Honolulu, which is about three miles distant,

lies the neat little valley or plain of Waikiki. The road leading to

Honolulu is on both sides lined with cocoa-nut trees, under which, at

intervals of only a few rods, are refreshment stations, which are well

supplied with billiard and card tables, and every means of dissipation.

Dram houses are also very frequent. A more beautiful spot could not be

selected than that leading to Honolulu. Beyond Honolulu, to the west,

lies a wide extent of open country under a fine state of cultivation.

While at Honolulu, I witnessed the execution of twelve natives for

mutiny on board a pearl trader, when off Fanning's island, whither they

resorted after the affair, and erected two huts which I have spoken of

as having seen at that place.

One day, on shore, we saw four men drawing sand in hand-carts--each

man having a native to guard or drive him. Upon inquiry, we were told

they belonged to the ship Kingston of Nantucket; and, for some slight

difficulty with the master, (Capt. Coffin,) they were complained of to

Jones, the consul, who threw them into irons, and subject to six lashes

each morning, and to draw sand during the day. This treatment was to

continue during the stay of the ship; and did until the arrival of the

Potomac, Commodore Downs, who instantly released them, most severely

reprimanding both the Captain and Mr. Jones.

The men being released went on board the Potomac, and some of her men

went with Capt. Coffin. As they went on board, they told the Captain it

was their intention to throw him and his officers overboard, if they

did not use them well. A few days after, the Commodore went on board

the Kingston to see how Coffin liked his new men. He told him he would

most assuredly have trouble unless he treated them well. He also said

he expected to hear from that ship before long, meaning there would,

in his opinion, be trouble. Coffin was considered a bad man, being

overbearing and very irritable with his crew. Once he confined a man

below, and gave him nothing to eat for several days but saw-dust and

molasses.

When the Potomac left the harbor, she was towed by a number of boats

within the influence of the sea breeze, when, giving three cheers

which were answered, she made sail, and was soon out of sight. On our

return to the harbor, some thought to try the surf, which is sometimes

performed in canoes, but usually on what is termed a surf-board, which

is an article of private property among the higher classes, both male

and female, and to some extent among the common people. This is a board

of six or eight feet in length, and from fifteen to twenty inches

wide, rounded down to an edge; the whole surface being made very smooth.

With this under the arm, they repair to the water, and swim into the

surf. As they meet a roller, as it is called, or wave, they plunge

beneath, and let it pass over. Thus they proceed to any desired

distance; sometimes to half a mile out into the open sea, and wait the

approach of a heavy swell, when they throw themselves upon the board

with the face downwards, having the head and body elevated above the

board, and headed for the shore. They skillfully keep themselves upon

the swell with their feet and arms, and are borne with the greatest

velocity upon its foaming crest, with their heads alone visible above

the foam. As they near the shore, they usually slip from the board,

to prevent being thrown upon the sand by the surf. This is repeated

for hours in succession, and hundreds may many times be seen together

riding upon the waves, when they break high above the coral reefs. Four

or five of the boats in trying it upset, and the men were thrown upon

the reef, and much bruised.

We left the harbor of Honolulu about the first of August, 1837, bound

for the coast of California.

Arriving at Point Conception, we lowered away for the shore, taking

three guns with us, where we had much sport shooting deer, rabbits,

and squirrels; also some ducks. Getting a supply of provisions we

squared our yards, and stood down the coast; touched at Gaudaloupe,

an uninhabited island, where we took three seal. This island is much

visited by sealers, in the sealing season, where they are taken in

great quantities.

On our passage from thence found our oil leaking very badly indeed.

Shaped our course for Sir Francis Drake's bay for cooperage. On

arriving at the supposed place, found nothing but a high iron bound

coast, with no possible opening or harbor. The entire crew were

strangers on those shores, and knew not the exact position of the

harbor. Seeing a small narrow opening in the rocks, we fancied it might

lead to the harbor; but it being so near night did not think it prudent

to attempt a passage that night. Lay off and on that night, and in the

morning felt our way into the harbor, which we found to be a very fine

one indeed, being completely land-locked, and large enough for one

hundred sail of ships to lie at a time in perfect safety.

All fell to securing the oil, which occupied the best part of two

days. After the oil was again stowed, and the ship cleaned up, we

were allowed liberty on shore, two at a time, furnished with guns and

ammunition; shot a great number of penguins and pelicans, which were

very tame, allowing us to get quite near them. At one time, we saw four

animals of the wolf species, though much smaller than those of the more

northern regions. They were standing at our usual place of landing,

picking the meat from the shells with which the rocks abound, and known

as the California shell.

Not liking to land among them, we lay at our oars, making a great

noise; this did not intimidate them in the least. Firing at them we

next thought we would try; wounded one of them, at whom the others

flew, and despatched him in a few moments. The other gun was soon in

readiness. We fired and killed two; the fourth thinking then it was

high time to be off, ran for the mountains with great speed. Landing,

we took the bodies of the wolves, and laid them by for safety until

we should return to the ship. We went into the mountains, shot at and

wounded several more, but could not get the bodies. Saw an enormous

black bird perched upon a high cliff. We crawled around about to where

he sat when we first saw him; when we got there he had anticipated our

movements, and removed to a point still higher. Saw several smaller

ones, but were not near enough to fire.

It being now near night, we thought we would take a nearer cut to get

to the ship, and accordingly started down the cliff. Coming to an

almost perpendicular place, of some ten or fifteen feet, we questioned

some time whether it was best to jump or go around by another path.

Concluding to jump, we fired our guns to prevent any accident

therefrom. The other threw down his gun, and slid after it in safety. I

followed, but was not so fortunate; falling heels over head, I landed

in a bunch of prickly pears. Having on nothing but thin clothes, which

were no safeguard at all, I was filled, from head to foot, with those

sharp and piercing thorns. From them I suffered very much for a great

length of time. Many of the prickles the sailors picked out of me, the

others remained until they caused a sore, and with the matter passed

off. On a small island, at the entrance of the harbor which we went

into, was the grave of an English Captain, who was murdered by one of

his crew, a Portuguese, in 1830. The officers of the ship threw a lance

at him, and killed him; he was buried at low water mark without coffin

or shroud. On the opposite side of the island we saw a number of

sea-elephants, which are taken for their oil, sometimes.

Spending three weeks at Sir F. Drake's bay, we hoisted anchor and

sailed down the coast, shortening sail and heaving the ship to nights,

so as not to pass over the ground uselessly. Some difficulty arose

between the officers and crew, which occasioned many hard words. A

plot was laid with the crew to murder the officers, run the vessel

into some island and abandon her. I was counted as of them, but under

no circumstances could I have been induced to join them in placing the

finger of harm upon Capt. Coleman. Too nobly had he acquitted himself

in my favor, when upon the island a captive among the cannibals.

They were extremely impatient for the signal for action to be given,

but I kept them in check, promising them a more favorable moment. Thus

I held them till their anger had somewhat died away, and we were at

Cape St. Lucas. Soon as the anchor was let go and the sails furled, I

went to the captain and demanded my pay, also to be put on shore. This

astonished him greatly, as all things had passed pleasantly.

As an explanation of the affair, I simply told him there was a plot

laid, which put in force, would not result in his favor, and advised

him to be on his guard, lest in a single moment all would be lost. For

a moment he hesitated about giving me my discharge, meaning to retain

me, but that he could not do, for I had not signed the ship's papers.

He offered me twenty dollars if I would tell him of the plot and those

concerned, which I would not do, knowing I had already disclosed enough

for him to save himself from all harm with proper care.

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