ran in for the land the next morning, on perceiving a few huts, neatly built, amidst plantations laid out apparently with something like order and regularity; and these appearances confirmed them more than ever that it could not be Pitcairn’s Island, because that was described by navigators to be uninhabited.  Presently they observed a few natives coming down a steep descent with their canoes on their shoulders; and in a few minutes perceived one of those little vessels darting through a heavy surf, and paddling off towards the ships; but their astonishment was extreme when, on coming alongside, they were hailed in the English language with ‘Won’t you heave us a rope now?’

The first young man that sprang, with extraordinary alacrity, up the side, and stood before them on the deck, said, in reply to the question, ’Who are you?’—­that his name was Thursday October Christian, son of the late Fletcher Christian, by an Otaheitan mother; that he was the first born on the island, and that he was so called because he was brought into the world on a Thursday in October.  Singularly strange as all this was to Sir Thomas Staines and Captain Pipon, this youth soon satisfied them that he was no other than the person he represented himself to be, and that he was fully acquainted with the whole history of the Bounty; and, in short, that the island before them was the retreat of the mutineers of that ship.  Young Christian was, at this time, about twenty-four years of age, a fine tall youth, full six feet high, with dark, almost black, hair, and a countenance open and extremely interesting.  As he wore no clothes except a piece of cloth round his loins, and a straw hat, ornamented with black cocks’-feathers, his fine figure and well-shaped muscular limbs were displayed to great advantage, and attracted general admiration.  His body was much tanned by exposure to the weather, and his countenance had a brownish cast, unmixed however with that tinge of red so common among the natives of the Pacific islands.

‘Added to a great share of good humour, we were glad to trace,’ says Captain Pipon, ’in his benevolent countenance, all the features of an honest English face.’  He told them he was married to a woman much older than himself, one of those that accompanied his father from Otaheite.  The ingenuous manner in which he answered all questions put to him, and his whole deportment, created a lively interest among the officers of the ship, who, while they admired, could not but regard him with feelings of tenderness and compassion; his manner, too, of speaking English was exceedingly pleasing, and correct both in grammar and pronunciation.  His companion was a fine handsome youth of seventeen or eighteen years of age, of the name of George Young, son of Young the midshipman.