Tahiti, as visited by the ship "Duff."
Amongst the multitude of sounds that greeted the ears
of the sojourners on the bosom and along the banks of the Thames, as
they awoke on the 10th of August 1798, was the usual "Yo! Heave! Oh!" of
a sturdy crew, stamping round the capstan of a goodly ship. So far the
scene was common and commonplace enough. But no sooner was the anchor at
the bows of the good ship, than there was run up to the mizen
top-gallant-mast head, and shaken out to the autumnal breeze, a strange
flag, emblazoned with '' three doves argent, on a purple field, bearing
olive-branches in their bills;" and while the crews of the vessels that
thronged the river gazed in silent wonder, and while crowds of friends
on shore waved a tearful and a prayerful farewell, a full hundred manly
voices burst out in notes of psalmody; and in the silence of the clear
still morning were heard the words of a well-known hymn,—
"Jesus, at Thy command
"We launch into the
On that day the good ship Duff cleared out
from the port of London, to proceed on her
first Missionary voyage. Her destination was the South Sea and its
Islands, to which public attention had been strongly directed by the
narratives of Captain Cook and other voyagers; and perhaps as much, or
more, by the fact that these islands and their commerce had been made
the means, in the hands of infamous swindlers, of bringing worldly ruin
upon thousands and tens of thousands of families. In the history of
human villany, and of human simplicity and cupidity hasting to be rich,
and falling into a snare, there is perhaps no blacker chapter than that
which records the rise and progress and bursting of the "South Sea
bubble." Yet it was probably this, at least in part, that concentrated
the attention of the newly-formed Missionary Society upon these islands,
and led to their being selected as the scene of a great missionary
experiment; and, as has just been stated, as the destination of the
first Missionary voyage.
It is difficult for us now to realise the interest
that attached in those days to the sailing of the Duff. It was
not only the first time that a ship had been fitted out for the express
purpose of conveying the messengers and the message of the gospel to
heathen lands; but it was the first time that Englishmen had left their
native shores, under their country's flag, for the avowed purpose of
making known the gospel to the heathen. The missionary spirit was not,
indeed, so widely diffused then as it is now, but perhaps it was deeper
and stronger in the hearts of some then, than it is in those of almost
any in our day. It partook of the character of a first love, and was
neither chastened by experience, nor sicklied over by disappointment.
Doubtless, then, there were many of those who then gazed on the flag of
the Duff as she dropped down the river, and many more in the
cottage-homes and in the lordly halls of England, when they heard the
tidings of her departure, who entered with intense earnestness into the
spirit of the poet's prayer,—
"Heaven speed the canvass, gallantly unfurl'd
To furnish and accommodate a world,
To give the pole the produce of the sun,
And knit the unsocial climates into one.!
Soft airs and gentle hearings of the wave
Impel the fleet whose errand is to save,
To succour wasted regions, and replace
The smile of opulence on sorrow's face!
Let nothing adverse, nothing unforeseen.
Impede the bark that ploughs the deep serene,
Charged with a freight transcending in its worth
The gems of India, nature's rarest birth,
That flies, like Gabriel on his Lord's commands,
The herald of God's love to Pagan lands!"
While the vessel is making her way slowly down the
crowded river, let us step on board, and introduce you, dear reader, to
those of her inmates with whom we happen to have some acquaintance. And
here, on his own quarter-deck, stands Captain James Wilson, as thorough
a man, as thorough a sailor, and as thorough a Christian as we hope to
know. "Your servant, Captain! Somewhat different is your position
to-day, treading the quarterdeck of that fine ship, commanding that fine
crew, and entrusted with so high a commission, from that in which we
first formed your acquaintance, when you were swimming rivers abounding
with alligators, and dragging your torn limbs through Indian jungles."
"Ay! and what is still more matter of thankfulness, my character is at
least as different as my position. Since then I can say with humble
gratitude, that, through God's rich grace, 'all old things have passed
away, and all things have become new.' Yea, I have become a new creature
in Christ Jesus." And now, while the good skipper goes to attend to the
many duties that devolve upon him, let us give you a short sketch of his
previous history.
James Wilson, the youngest of the nineteen children
of the captain of a Newcastle trader, was born in the year 1760. In due
time he went to sea, but in some way or other we find him, we know not
exactly in what capacity, fighting in the battles of Bunker's Hill and
Long Island, in the American war. On his return from America, he was
engaged as mate of an East Indiaman; and when he reached Bengal, he
quitted his ship and entered into the more lucrative and more exciting
country service. Here he rendered excellent service to his country, by
carrying stores to the British troops, who, under the command of Sir
Eyre Coote, were hemmed in by Hyder Ali's army, while supplies were cut
off by sea by the French fleet. Through this fleet he had run his vessel
repeatedly, and saved the army from perishing by famine, arriving on one
occasion when the Commissariat stores were reduced to forty-five bags of
rice! But at last he was captured by the French, and carried prisoner to
Cuddalore, which was then in their possession. By them he was honourably
treated, and allowed to go at large on his parole; but not long after,
Hyder Ali prevailed upon the French Admiral Sufferein, by means of a
bribe of three lakhs of rupees, to make over to him his prisoners at
Cuddalore; a transaction that has for ever branded the name of a brave
and skilful admiral with merited ignominy. When Wilson heard of the
transaction, he resolved to escape at any risk, rather than fall into
Hyder's hands. His parole had not been given to Hyder, and to him he was
under no obligation. He therefore made up his mind to jump from the
rampart of the fort into the river. In carrying this resolution into
effect, he miscalculated the distance, and leaping full forty feet, he
alighted not in the water, but on the bank. Almost stunned by the shock,
he rolled into the river. He then returned to the foot of the wall, and
called upon his native servant boy to drop himself into his arms. He
then took him upon his back and swam across the river. In the same way
he swam three other branches of the river during the night, but a
fourth, in which a strong tide was running, was too much for his
exhausted strength. He was therefore, after three fruitless attempts,
obliged to part with his servant, whom he sent back with a
recommendation to a fellow-prisoner to take such care of him as he
could. Even freed from this encumbrance, however, he was unable to stem
the tide, and was cast ashore on the side of the river from which he had
started. Looking round him, he saw a canoe lying on the beach, and while
he was endeavouring to launch it, its owners appeared, and though at
first enraged at his attempt to steal their property, they were
prevailed upon to ferry him across. Thus four rivers were crossed; but
the fifth and broadest was still before him. This he reached before
daybreak, scarcely thinking it possible that he could cross it; yet,
knowing what was the only and dire alternative, he nerved himself for
the exploit, and through the good hand upon him of that God whom yet he
thought not of, he succeeded. He now proceeded along the bank of the
river to the sea-coast, which he had no sooner reached than he perceived
a body of Hyder's cavalry, who immediately surrounded him, stripped him
naked, tied his hands behind his back, fastened a rope to him, and
dragged him back to Cuddalore. And now began a course of torture which
was perhaps never exceeded in its barbarity. We cannot pollute the pages
of Good Words with the sickening details. Suffice it to say that
of 153 prisoners, 122 died under the treatment to which they were
subjected, and that Captain Wilson, although his treatment was, on
account of his attempt to escape, more severe if possible than that of
the others, was one of the 31 who survived it. At last, after Wilson had
endured this treatment for twenty weary months, Sir Eyre Coote brought
Hyder Ali to terms, and had the satisfaction of liberating these
wretched victims of his tyranny. Although all this time Wilson had no
fear of God before his eyes, yet he had so much of the indomitable
courage of a manly Englishman, that he would not purchase liberation
from his probably unparalleled, and certainly unsurpassable sufferings,
at the price of becoming a renegade from the religion which he regarded
as that of his country, although it was not in any proper sense his own.
All honour to him for his fortitude! He was as yet far from the kingdom
of heaven; but it was something, and not little, that even then his
heart was that of the hero, and. not that of the craven.
Being thus set free from bondage, and his iron
constitution having carried him, with God's blessing, through the severe
and dangerous diseases that were the natural result of the sufferings to
which he had been subjected, he returned to his former employment, and,
by a few successful voyages, he realised a moderate competence, with
which he determined to return to England. While residing in Hampshire,
he was at first a professed infidel, and was fond of arguing against
Christianity.
But various influences were brought to bear upon him,
which, being accompanied with God's blessing, resulted not only in his
conviction of the truth of Christianity, but also in the thorough
conversion of his soul to God. Knowing what he was before he became a
Christian, we need scarcely ask what kind of a Christian he became. All
the ardour that had made him so prompt and so vigorous in action, the
stern resolution that had carried him through almost unparalleled
sufferings, were not lessened by the change, but sanctified, and
consecrated to high and holy purposes. When the project of a Missionary
voyage was started, he soon volunteered to conduct it; and thus, dear
reader, we find him in command of the good ship, and entrusted with
large powers from the directors, to act almost at his discretion in the
location of the missionaries and the foundation of the mission.
His chief officer was his nephew, Mr William Wilson,,
who was also worthy of serving in so noble an enterprise, and from whose
journal the account of the voyage is mainly compiled. [A Missionary
Voyage to the Southern Pacific Ocean, performed in the years 1798-7-8,
in the ship Duff, commanded by Captain James Wilson, compiled
from Journals of the Officers and Missionaries, and illustrated with
Maps, Charts, and Views, drawn by Mr William Wilson, and engraved by the
most eminent artists, &c. &c 4to. London, 1799.] The crew, twenty in
number, were all picked men, who professed "a wish to be instrumental in
so good a service, and a hope that they might get benefit and
edification to their own souls.''
The missionaries who embarked at Blackwall were
thirty in number, with six women and three children. Of the
missionaries, four are characterised as ordained ministers, one as a
surgeon, and the others as tradesmen of various kinds, as carpenters,
shoemakers, weavers, blacksmiths, tinsmiths, hatters, coopers, and
butchers. And this indicates to us distinctly the character that the
mission was intended to assume. It is evident that the design was a
modified form of colonisation,—the system introduced, and in many cases
most successfully prosecuted, by those heroes in the missionary army,
the United Brethren, or Moravians, with whom we shall probably have
occasion to make our readers better acquainted as we proceed with this
series of sketches. This idea seems to have escaped the usually keen
notice of Br Brown, [History of the
Propagation of Christianity among the Heathen since the Reformation. By
the Rev. William Brown, M.D. 3 vols. 8vo. Edinburgh, 1854. A work of
great value and interest.] who complains that
the missionaries were not men of a higher class and better education.
''It is painful to read over the list of the missionaries, and of their
previous occupations. Four of them were ordained before going out; but
we do not know that any, even of these, were educated for the ministry,
unless, perhaps, Mr Lewis." It is evident that Br Brown regards this as
a main cause of the disasters which subsequently befell, and to which we
shall have to advert before closing this sketch. Now, we have no desire
to undervalue education and training; but in judging of the
qualifications of these missionary pioneers in the South Seas, we ought
to keep distinctly in view the design to which the directors evidently
had respect in their selection. And it is unfortunate for the argument
which is clearly involved in Br Brown's statements, that Mr Lewis, who
was probably the best educated amongst the party, was not one of those
who "turned out" best.
In looking over the list, we find one who has no
Christian name given, and no age stated, but is entered merely as "Hudden,
butcher," and his wife as "Mrs Hudden, wife of ------. Hudden."
Knowing how often ships' butchers were, and are,
negroes, or persons of colour, we think it very likely that Hudden was
of this class. However this may have been, this pair were left behind at
Portsmouth, as is shewn by the following entry in the published
journal:—"Mrs Hudden being affected by the sea, as most of us had been
at first, fell into such a dejection of mind as engaged us to send her
on shore at her request. Her husband went with her, though reluctantly;
a man of a meek and quiet spirit, and might have been a useful member of
our community; but the directors thought it by no means right to
separate man and wife." The party was further diminished at Ports-'jnouth
by the death of one of the three children, who had been brought on board
in the last stage of consumption.
The only other noticeable circumstance that strikes
us in looking over the list of missionaries, is, that the Rev. John Eyre
was aged 28, while his wife Elizabeth had attained the ripe age of 64
years!
On the 16th August, the Duff anchored at
Spit-head, and was detained, waiting for convoy and a fair wind, until
the 25th September. On that day she sailed, and by six o'clock in the
evening the Land's End was in sight, and long before next morning was
left far behind. The tumbling in the Bay of Biscay and the usual
sea-sickness were soon over. The good ship kept way with the fleet under
her topsails, whilst all the other vessels, except the men-of-war, were
crowding all sail. With such a ship, with good weather, and good health,
and with bright hopes of success in their great enterprise,' it need not
be said that the time of the voyagers passed pleasantly. The journals,
for days and weeks together, indicate nought but steady progress, with
occasional statements of the employments of the missionaries, and of the
religious services held on board. After touching at Green Island, (one
of the Cape de Verde groupe,) and at Rio Janeiro, it was Captain
Wilson's intention to proceed westward round Cape Horn; but after
battling for some time with foul winds and head seas, he was obliged to
give up the attempt, and made up his mind to proceed eastward round the
Cape of Good Hope. "Ninety-seven days had now passed since we left Bio
Janeiro, and except one vessel which we met with a week after our
departure, we had not in all this time seen either ship or shore, and
had sailed, by our log, 13,820 miles, a greater distance, probably, than
was ever before run without touching at any place for refreshment, or
seeing land." At last, on the 6th of March 1797, after a six months'
flight from London, the Duff folded her tired wings in Matavai
Bay, off the coast of Otaheite, (now more commonly written Tahiti,) the
chief of the Society Islands.
Here there were found two Europeans, deserters, or,
according to their own account, the survivors of the crew of a wrecked
ship, who had been naturalised among the islanders. Though they were
both Swedes, they spoke tolerably good English, and were perfectly
acquainted with the native language. It was therefore considered that
they would be of great use as interpreters ; and in this capacity they
no doubt did some service; but, probably, in the long run, they did far
more harm than good to the mission. The natives were delighted at the
prospect of having the missionaries settled amongst them, their delight
being, of course, in good measure, the result of ignorance. They knew
that the arrival of a ship amongst them was a harvest, in which they
reaped crops of hatchets, looking-glasses, old shirts, coats with
epaulettes, and gay calico gowns; and they conceived that the
continuance of white men amongst them would be a virtual prolongation of
this harvest, and an extension of it over the whole year. The king
therefore willingly ceded a piece of land to the missionaries, on which,
with the aid of the Duff's crew, they erected a dwelling,
somewhat in barrack fashion. All the negotiations with the king and
chiefs were conducted by Captain Wilson, one of the
Swedes acting as interpreter.
The first missionary service held on the shore of
this island must occupy a place in our sketch. "At ten o'clock we called
the natives together under the cover of some shady trees near our house
; and a long form being placed, Pomarre was requested to seat himself on
it with the brethren, the rest of the natives standing or sitting in a
circle round us. Mr Cover then addressed them from the words of St John,
'God so loved the world,' &c, the Swede interpreting sentence by
sentence as he spoke. The Otaheitians were silent, and solemnly
attentive. After service, Pomarre took brother Cover by the hand, and
pronounced the word of approbation, ' My ty, my ty.' Being asked if he
had understood what was said, he re-replied, ' There were no such things
before in Otaheite, and they were not to be learned at once; but that he
would wait the coming of God.' Desiring to know if he might be permitted
to attend again, he was told, yes."
Some time was occupied in establishing the
missionaries, eighteen in number, with five women and two children, who
had been selected for this island, and in a short trip to Eimeo, a
neighbouring island, undertaken that it might be ascertained how the
natives would comport themselves towards the missionaries in the absence
of the ship. The result having been satisfactory, the Duff
proceeded to the Friendly Islands, and after visiting an uninhabited
island called Palmerston's Island, she arrived at Tongataboo, one of the
chief of that groupe. Here also were found two deserters, an Englishman
and an Irishman, who were employed as interpreters, but afterwards
proved as gall and wormwood to the missionaries. Here also the
missionaries were well received, and ten of them being left here, the
Duff again spread her wings for the Marquesas groupe, having now
only two missionaries to locate. The reception here was of the same
character with that in the other islands; but one of the missionaries
became faint-hearted, and could not be prevailed upon to remain. The
other, Mr Crook, a young man of twenty-two, was therefore left alone,
greatly to the disappointment of Captain Wilson, and of all interested.
And now, while the Duff returns to Otaheite,
we must give, in a very few sentences, an idea of the subsequent history
of the missionaries, for whose conveyance she had undertaken this
voyage.
The early history of the Otaheitian mission was one
of disaster and disgrace. In consequence of some outrages committed upon
them by the natives, which do not appear to have been of a very heinous
character, eleven of them, with four women and four children, left the
island, and abandoned the missionary enterprise. They were not all of
such a character that their loss was any evil to the mission. Of the
seven who remained, two learned the manners of the heathen, and were
seduced into their evil ways. God forbid that we should be apologists
for licentiousness, But, ye readers of Good Words, in censuring
the sin of these men, remember that the temptations to which they were
exposed were of no ordinary kind. One of them, Broomhall, not only fell
into immorality, but openly renounced Christianity. Long after, this
miserable apostate appeared in India, and formed an acquaintance with
the missionaries at Serampore. There were grounds for trembling hope
that he was at last brought to sincere contrition for his great
offences; and who that knows how God's ways are not as our ways, nor His
thoughts as our thoughts, can doubt that the blood of Jesus, if sought
in humble faith, and applied by Divine grace, even at the eleventh hour,
could cleanse away even so deep-dyed guilt as his? The gospel has
prevailed in Tahiti; although for a time the hopes of the friends of the
mission seemed to be utterly blasted. And it is satisfactory to know
that some of the passengers by the Duff remained steadfast to the
last, and were permitted to see the first-fruits of that harvest for
which they had sown the precious seed with so many bitter tears.
At Tongataboo the mission was, in like manner,
cradled in the storm. Four of the missionaries were killed in a civil
war—not apparently as missionaries, but as being supposed, rightly or
wrongly, to be partisans. One of the survivors openly apostatised; and
some years after, the island having been desolated by war, the others
returned to England.
The mission to the Marquesas was, in the first
instance, equally abortive. Mr Crook having gone on board a ship that
visited his island, was overtaken by a storm: the ship slipped her
cable, and stood out to sea. He was put on shore on another island;
there he struggled, manfully and Christianly, for a time. He afterwards
embraced an opportunity of returning to England, not because his zeal
was cooled, but with the view of representing the condition of the
Marquesas, and returning with reinforcements. He afterwards returned to
Tahiti, and laboured diligently and faithfully there. Reader! it is
honourable to you if in your heart you can give honour to this brave
man, this man of strong mind, strong heart, strong will, above all,
strong faith! Let those who feel disposed to taunt the missionary cause
with the fall of its Broomhalls, and its Lewises, and its Veesons, look
at the other side of the picture too, and augur well of a cause which
can point to such representatives as this William Crook. Yet this man,
who displayed a heroism which many a leader of a forlorn hope might
envy, had been brought up as a valet, had been one of the class whom men
contemptuously call flunkeys.
And now we have only to state that the Duff
proceeded to Canton, and thence to England, where she arrived on the
11th of July 1798; that Captain Wilson retired, and lived in London,
enjoying in no small measure the peace of God which passeth all
understanding, until 1814, when he entered into the joy of his Lord. The
Duff started on her second Missionary voyage in December 1798,
under the command of Captain Robson, and with Mr William Wilson still as
chief officer. At first her voyage was peaceful and prosperous, but when
near Rio Janeiro she was taken by the Bonaparte. She was sent as
a prize to Monte Video, and there sold; and here we lose sight of our
old friend, who appears no more within the field of our missionary
camera. Her passengers were transferred to the Bonaparte ; and
after great trials and privations, which, of course, they bore in
accordance with their several natures and tempers, they were set at
liberty at Monte Video. After some delay, they obtained a passage in a
small brig bound for Rio Janeiro ; but before they reached that port
they were captured a second time, and after many most romantic
adventures, and many most real distresses, they were at last set at
liberty at Lisbon, whence they soon returned to England.
And now, kind reader, who mayest have accompanied us
through this too lengthy sketch, we take our leave of thee by asking
thee to ponder well the great fact that it elucidates, that in this
great Missionary work God is the great Worker, to whom belongeth of
right all the glory and the praise, while to the human agents belong
shame and confusion of face, because of ''negligences and ignorances,"
of shortcomings and innumerable offences.