e five hundred miles to the south of
Otaheite. There he expected to be safe from pursuit, and there it was
resolved that the mutineers should take up their abode if the natives
proved friendly.
That night, while the _Bounty_ was skimming gently over the starlit sea
before a light breeze, the three officers, Heywood, Stewart, and Young,
leaned over the weather side of the quarter-deck, and held a whispered
conversation.
"Why did you vote for going back to Otaheite, Heywood?" asked Young.
"Because it is to Otaheite that they will send to look after us, and I
should like to be there to give myself up, the instant a man-of-war
arrives, and declare my innocence of the crime of mutiny."
"You are right, Heywood," said Stewart; "I, too, would like to give
myself up the moment I get the chance. Captain Bligh knows that you and
I had no hand in the mutiny, and if he reaches England will clear us of
so foul a stain. It's a pity that those who voted for Otaheite were not
in the majority."
"That's all very well for you, who were seen to go below to fetch your
clothes, and were detained against your will," said Young, "but it was
not so with me. I was forcibly detained below. They would not allow me
to go on deck at all until the launch had left, so that it would go hard
with me before a court-martial. But the die is now cast, and there's no
help for it. Although I took no part in the mutiny, I won't risk
falling into the hands of justice, with such an unprincipled scoundrel
as Bligh to witness against me. My future fortunes now lie with
Fletcher Christian. I cannot avoid my fate."
Young spoke sadly, yet with some bitterness of tone, like one who has
made up his mind to face and endure the worst.
On reaching the remote island of Toubouai the mutineers were much
impressed with its beauty. It seemed exceedingly fertile, was wooded to
the water's edge, and surrounded by a coral reef, with one opening
through which a ship might enter. Altogether it seemed a most suitable
refuge, but here they met with an insurmountable difficulty. On drawing
near to the shore they saw hundreds of natives, who, armed with clubs
and spears, lined the beach, blew their shell-horns, and resolutely
opposed the landing of the strangers.
As all efforts to conciliate them were fruitless, resort was had to
cannon and musketry. Of course the terrible thunder of the white man's
artillery had its usual effect on the savages. They fled
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