been on the island a few weeks Christian became more
gloomy and taciturn, and his conduct to the others grew more overbearing
and unreasonable day by day.

Fear entered into his soul, and he looked with dislike and suspicion
upon all around him, shunned their companionship and sought a place
where he could be alone with his dark thoughts. Up at the extreme end of
the ridge of hills that runs across the island the almost inaccessible
cave may still be seen to which he carried a store of provisions and
ammunition, and thus shut himself off from the others, and with only the
sound of the roaring breakers as they beat on the shore below to disturb
his solitude, the madman dwelt alone with his terrible history of the
past.

[Illustration: 'THE MADMAN DWELT ALONE']

One story is that in a fit of maniacal insanity he flung himself over
the rocks into the sea. Another that he was shot by one of the mutineers
whilst digging in a plantation.

The accounts are contradictory. But whether from suicide or murder, his
death happened within a year after he landed at Pitcairn Island.

For about two years, while they all worked at the building of the houses
and at cultivating the ground, the Otaheitan men toiled without a
murmur. But when Williams, who had lost his wife, insisted that he would
take one of theirs or leave the island in one of the 'Bounty's' boats,
the other Englishmen, who did not want to part with him, compelled one
of the Otaheitans to give his wife to him.

From this time the Otaheitans became discontented, until the man whose
wife had been taken away was murdered in the woods; then things went on
more quietly for a year or two longer, when two of the most desperate
and cruel of the mutineers, Quintal and M'Koy, at last drove them to
form a plot to destroy their oppressors. A day was fixed by them to
attack and put to death all the Englishmen when they were at work in the
yam plots.

They killed Martin and Brown, one with a maul, the other with a musket,
while Adams made his escape, though he was wounded in the shoulder by a
bullet.

Young, who was a great favourite with the women, was hidden by them
during the attack, while M'Koy and Quintal fled to the woods.

That night all the native men were murdered by the widows of the
Europeans. This happened in 1793. From that time till 1798 the colonists
went on quietly, until M'Koy, who had once been employed in a Scotch
distillery, and had for some time been mak