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Authors: Caroline Alexander
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On January 5, following a good run through the night, Tenerife was sighted, its landmark peak hidden in clouds. By break of the following day, the
Bounty
was safely moored off Santa Cruz. It was drizzling, but the winds were calm and the temperature pleasant, hovering just below 70 degrees.
Bounty
was safely moored off Santa Cruz. It was drizzling, but the winds were calm and the temperature pleasant, hovering just below 70 degrees.
Once anchored, Bligh detailed an officer to go ashore to pay respects to the governor. The officer in question is not named in Bligh’s log, but in a subsequent published narrative he pointedly reported that this was “Mr. Christian.” The delegation of the master’s mate for this vaguely prestigious function would suggest that at this early date Bligh regarded Christian as his de facto lieutenant. Christian had been instructed to request the governor’s permission to restock supplies and to repair the damaged ship. He was also to inform His Excellency that Lieutenant Bligh was willing to salute him provided that the salute was returned with the same number of guns; “but as his Excellency never returned the same Number but to persons equal in Rank to himself, this ceremony was laid aside.” Still, Bligh was able to meet with the governor personally, thanking him “for his politeness and Civility,” and was later to dine with him.
While his ship was being prepared and stocked, Bligh toured Santa Cruz and made an informal survey of the harbor. He had been here before with Captain Cook, and this first port of call must have impressed upon him again the flattering thought that he was indeed following in his distinguished mentor’s footsteps. Although Santa Cruz was by now well-trodden ground, Bligh’s description of the town in his log is characteristically detailed and fulsome. In its barest form, a ship’s log was a record of daily weather, winds, mileage, position, and “Remarks,” which
could be as spare as a simple notation of sails set and duties performed, or as descriptive as a proper journal, depending upon the nature of both the captain and his mission. Fortunately, Bligh was as meticulous in keeping his log as he was in performing all other aspects of nautical duty; by “Cloudy Weather,” he observed in his preface, “is to be understood the Sun is not to be seen or but very seldom. Fair Weather or Open Cloudy Weather is when the Sun can be frequently seen . . .”—nothing was left to chance. A log was also a legal document, a true and accurate account of daily proceedings, to be deposited with the Admiralty at voyage’s end. Bligh was to leave two logs of the
Bounty
voyage, one private and one official. Parts of each have been lost, but most of each survive, and when laid side by side they are identical in most respects. Where they do differ is enlightening; in general, Bligh was much freer with criticism of individuals, often named, in his private account, while such passages have been tactfully omitted in his official copy. Bligh’s logs of the
Bounty
are the only contemporary, running accounts of her voyage, written as events unfolded.
Bounty
voyage, one private and one official. Parts of each have been lost, but most of each survive, and when laid side by side they are identical in most respects. Where they do differ is enlightening; in general, Bligh was much freer with criticism of individuals, often named, in his private account, while such passages have been tactfully omitted in his official copy. Bligh’s logs of the
Bounty
are the only contemporary, running accounts of her voyage, written as events unfolded.
In the best expeditionary tradition, while at Santa Cruz Bligh had been careful to receive from the governor permission for David Nelson to do some botanizing in the surrounding hills. For his part, this time was mostly spent in overhauling his ship. His plan to replace damaged stores with fresh provisions, however, was disappointed, and in the end Santa Cruz supplied only 230 pounds of inferior beef, some pumpkins and potatoes. The
Bounty
had been victualed before departure with all the usual stores—biscuit, salt beef, pork, cheese, butter, malt, sauerkraut, peas, raisins, rum, spirits and beer, as well as the fairly innovative “portable soup,” slabs of dried bouillon intended as a defense against scurvy—calculated for approximately eighteen months of what would be at minimum a two-year voyage. Additional supplies, particularly fresh meat, greens and fruit, water and wood for fuel, were to be obtained en route at strategic ports of call, either by purchase or, where there were no settlements, by foraging.
Bounty
had been victualed before departure with all the usual stores—biscuit, salt beef, pork, cheese, butter, malt, sauerkraut, peas, raisins, rum, spirits and beer, as well as the fairly innovative “portable soup,” slabs of dried bouillon intended as a defense against scurvy—calculated for approximately eighteen months of what would be at minimum a two-year voyage. Additional supplies, particularly fresh meat, greens and fruit, water and wood for fuel, were to be obtained en route at strategic ports of call, either by purchase or, where there were no settlements, by foraging.
Judging from the letters he wrote before leaving Tenerife, Bligh was in high spirits as he set out, despite his knowledge that the most problematic part of his journey—the rounding of Cape Horn—still lay ahead.
“I have the happyness to tell you my little ship does wonderfully well,” he wrote to Campbell. “I have her now the completest ship I believe that ever swam & she really looks like one fit to encounter difficulties. . . .” Before signing off, Bligh was pleased to inform him that a protégé of Campbell’s, young Tom Ellison, was “improving [and] will make a very good seaman.” To Banks, Bligh reported that he and his men were “all in excellent spirits and I have still the greatest confidence of success in every part of the Voyage.”
On January 11, 1788, the
Bounty
fired a farewell salute and got under way. Only hours out to sea the ship was taken aback by rainy squalls. To ensure that his small crew would be as rested as possible for the almost certainly arduous passage ahead, Bligh ordered them into three watches, instead of the traditional two. In this manner, each watch was ensured a period of eight unbroken hours of sleep, instead of the traditional watch-and-watch—four hours on duty, four hours of sleep.
Bounty
fired a farewell salute and got under way. Only hours out to sea the ship was taken aback by rainy squalls. To ensure that his small crew would be as rested as possible for the almost certainly arduous passage ahead, Bligh ordered them into three watches, instead of the traditional two. In this manner, each watch was ensured a period of eight unbroken hours of sleep, instead of the traditional watch-and-watch—four hours on duty, four hours of sleep.
“I have ever considered this among Seamen as Conducive to health,” Bligh recorded in his log. “[A]nd not being Jaded by keeping on Deck every other four hours, it adds much to their Content and Cheerfulness.” This was one of Cook’s innovations, and it undoubtedly was appreciated by Bligh’s men. In a decision that was to have unimagined consequences, Bligh designated Fletcher Christian, “one of the Mates,” as officer of the third watch.
As another measure against the uncertainties of the immediate passage ahead, Bligh mustered his company and announced that he was putting them on a ration of two-thirds allowance of bread or ship’s biscuit to ensure that it would last as long as possible. The sailors, respectful of what they knew the Horn could offer, understood this precaution, and according to James Morrison, it “was cheerfully received.”
The cloudy weather was soon cleared by fresh, light breezes. Four days out and the ship was actually becalmed, making only five miles in twenty-four hours. The men were kept busy airing bedding, drying bread, rechecking stores and sails. The light breezes returned and by January 17 the
Bounty
was ambling under clear skies through smooth seas.
Bounty
was ambling under clear skies through smooth seas.
“Very pleasant Weather,” Bligh logged. “All Sails set before the Wind.” In these easygoing conditions he ordered the entire ship washed and then rinsed down with vinegar, which served as a disinfectant. This was to be a regular routine, as were his Sunday inspections of his mustered men, whose clothing and even fingernails he personally checked for cleanliness. Bligh’s model in this almost fetishistic concern for hygiene was Captain Cook. When Cook had found a man with dirty hands, he had stopped his grog. In an age in which more seamen were lost to disease than to naval wars, Cook had managed to return from voyages of several years’ duration with minimal fatalities. A diet of sauerkraut and sweet wort, or malt extract, the procuring of fresh produce wherever possible, the endless rigorous washings and inspections, the three watches—all these practices had been conscientiously noted by the young Bligh during his service to his formidable mentor and were now earnestly applied on his own little ship. Mandatory, and soon despised, dancing sessions were implemented under this same improving philosophy.
“Sometime for relaxation and Mirth is absolutely necessary,” Bligh had opined in his log, “and I have considered it so much so that after 4 O’Clock, the Evening is laid aside for their Amusement and dancing. I had great difficulty before I left England to get a Man to play the Violin and I prefered at last to take One two thirds Blind than come without one.” This much-sought-after musician was the disagreeable Michael Byrn.
As the fair weather continued, the
Bounty
passed flying fish and porpoises, and occasionally spotted a shark. Toward the end of January, a fine moon shone on her as she sailed the dark night sea. Boobies, shear-waters and a man-of-war bird were seen, although far from land.
Bounty
passed flying fish and porpoises, and occasionally spotted a shark. Toward the end of January, a fine moon shone on her as she sailed the dark night sea. Boobies, shear-waters and a man-of-war bird were seen, although far from land.
The pleasant and orderly passage was spoiled for Bligh by the discovery that his surgeon, the corpulent, lazy Thomas Huggan, was “a Drunken Sot.” Bligh was forced to record, “[H]e is constantly in liquor, having a private Stock by him which I assured him shall be taken away if he does not desist from Making himself such a Beast.” After all the effort and energy required to keep his ship clean scrubbed, his men in clean linen and clean habits, this was a bitter blow to Bligh. His worthy goal was to return his men as soundly as Cook would have done, and now the very individual he most required as an ally—his surgeon—had proven unfit. This meant increased vigilance of his men’s health and habits on Bligh’s part.
As the
Bounty
headed south, the weather thickened, becoming warmer—into the eighties—cloudier and wet. “Sultry & Hot,” Bligh recorded on January 26. “Got everything up from below & gave all the Air possible between Decks.” The rainfall was never intense, but thunder and lightning often spread across the unbroken sky. Airing of the ship continued and on the last day of January, the
Bounty
was washed, yet again, with vinegar, so that “by the Evening the Ship was perfectly Sweet & refreshing.” That same night, lightning played all around the heavens, while “a prodigious number of Porpoises” swam with the ship through a sea aglow with luminous fish. The following evening as Bligh stood enjoying the spectacle of the
Bounty
’s long wake at the close of a fine, clear day, he was horrified to see “a dreadfull breaking shoal” rising directly in their tracks. How had he and his sharp lookouts missed this? Staring again, Bligh saw the “shoal” resolve itself into a school of porpoises, their backs breaking the waves as would a sandbar.
Bounty
headed south, the weather thickened, becoming warmer—into the eighties—cloudier and wet. “Sultry & Hot,” Bligh recorded on January 26. “Got everything up from below & gave all the Air possible between Decks.” The rainfall was never intense, but thunder and lightning often spread across the unbroken sky. Airing of the ship continued and on the last day of January, the
Bounty
was washed, yet again, with vinegar, so that “by the Evening the Ship was perfectly Sweet & refreshing.” That same night, lightning played all around the heavens, while “a prodigious number of Porpoises” swam with the ship through a sea aglow with luminous fish. The following evening as Bligh stood enjoying the spectacle of the
Bounty
’s long wake at the close of a fine, clear day, he was horrified to see “a dreadfull breaking shoal” rising directly in their tracks. How had he and his sharp lookouts missed this? Staring again, Bligh saw the “shoal” resolve itself into a school of porpoises, their backs breaking the waves as would a sandbar.
The close, occasionally thunderous weather continued and on February 8, the
Bounty
crossed the equator. A somewhat modified version of the traditional ceremony for crossing the line was enacted, with the old hands presiding as King Neptune and his court. The twenty-seven officers and men, or over half the ship’s company, who had never crossed before now underwent the rough initiation—covered with tar, “shaved” with the edge of an iron hoop, and compelled to give Neptune gifts of rum. The rum was in lieu of the most fearful part of the usual ceremony—ducking from the yardarm—which Bligh forbade, on the grounds that “of all the Customs it is the most brutal and inhuman.”
Bounty
crossed the equator. A somewhat modified version of the traditional ceremony for crossing the line was enacted, with the old hands presiding as King Neptune and his court. The twenty-seven officers and men, or over half the ship’s company, who had never crossed before now underwent the rough initiation—covered with tar, “shaved” with the edge of an iron hoop, and compelled to give Neptune gifts of rum. The rum was in lieu of the most fearful part of the usual ceremony—ducking from the yardarm—which Bligh forbade, on the grounds that “of all the Customs it is the most brutal and inhuman.”
The day after the ceremony, a Sunday, Bligh “[m]ustered the People and saw every thing Clean.” Divine service was performed, by Bligh, and “every person attended with decorum & much decency.” A few days later, a sail was seen in the early morning; next day they fell in with the
British Queen,
a whaler bound to the Cape of Good Hope. This fortuitous meeting allowed the
Bounty
to send letters via the Cape to England. To the Heywoods, Bligh wrote a “flattering” account of young Peter’s progress. To Duncan Campbell, Bligh reported that the passage had been pleasant and that he had acquired some fine wine for Campbell, which he would present on his return.
British Queen,
a whaler bound to the Cape of Good Hope. This fortuitous meeting allowed the
Bounty
to send letters via the Cape to England. To the Heywoods, Bligh wrote a “flattering” account of young Peter’s progress. To Duncan Campbell, Bligh reported that the passage had been pleasant and that he had acquired some fine wine for Campbell, which he would present on his return.
“My Men all active good fellows,” Bligh wrote, “& what has given me much pleasure is that I have not yet been obliged to punish any one.” Food and wine were good: “with fine Sour Krout, Pumpkins and dryed Greens and a fresh Meal five times a week I think is no bad living. My Men are not badly off either as they share in all but the Poultry, and with much content & chearfullness, dancing always from 4 untill eight at Night I am happy to hope I shall bring them all home well.” Once again, Bligh ended with a note about Campbell’s protégé: “Tom Ellison is a very good Boy and will do very well.”
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