Morgan's Run

“It is our skin,” said Stephen, ruefully eyeing his palms. “Hard, dry and calloused. Your skin, Richard, is soft and moist. I think the diviner’s skin completes the water chain.”

Whatever lay at the root of the magic in it, Richard had no choice other than to site both pigsty and privy north of the house; there were underground streams everywhere south of it.

The saddest consequence of the move no one could have predicted, though Richard blamed himself for not foreseeing it. On the very Sunday that they said an unregretful farewell to the acre at the head of Arthur’s Vale, John Lawrell was caught by a married marine corporal playing cards with William Robinson Two in his hut. Major Ross had told the marine that he might shift himself and his family into the vacated house for the last few months of his duty, and the fellow had eagerly rushed to see it. Fervently religious, he was scandalized by what he saw as he peered through Lawrell’s hut door. Playing cards on Sunday! Lawrell and Robinson were sentenced to 100 lashes each for gambling on a Sunday.

“Oh, it is too bad!” Richard cried to Stephen. “They meant no harm to God or men. It never occurred to me that there was anything wrong in it, they are simply friends who spend Sunday afternoons with a deck of cards. Not gambling, just amusing themselves. If I spoke to the Major—”

“No, you ca

“I want no approbation at the cost of another man’s flesh,” said Richard bitterly. “Sometimes I hate God!”

“’Tis not God ye hate, Richard. ’Tis the fools of men who call themselves God’s servants ye really hate.”

Salamander arrived on the 16th of September carrying 200 male convicts and more men of the New South Wales Corps. By the time she sailed the population of Norfolk Island had risen to 1,115. Both deaths and floggings had soared since Mary A

Now the ratio of males to females increased dramatically in favor of males, but not strong, healthy males. Many of the new arrivals were so sick that they would eventually die, while some of the less enfeebled ones preyed constantly upon gardens or tried to rob the Stores, after anything to make life more comfortable. Governor Phillip’s intractables gravitated immediately into the Francis-Peck-Dyer-Pickett camp, joined by scarred and disillusioned men like Willy Dring, whom Richard remembered from Alexander as not a bad sort of young fellow. Fierce quarrels broke out every day and the gaol was always full, the grindstone fully powered. The sight of ironed men, even an occasional ironed woman, became more common. Sydney Town, Queensborough and Phillipsburgh were good places to be out of. Nat Lucas, closest to Sydney Town among Richard’s friends, had commenced to clear the upper slopes of his increased Arthur’s Vale portion and was building a new house as far from the flat as he could.

Of course Richard had brought cuttings and small offshoots of his bamboo and sugar cane, having removed enough of the grown bamboo to provide himself with several fishing poles. He no longer went to Point Hunter to fish with a hand-line; Stephen had also abandoned that site. Too many used it, and it necessitated a walk through Sydney Town besides. More and more Sydney Town looked as Richard fancied Port Jackson must, except that the buildings were wood. Norfolk Island lime had gone back to His Excellency in Port Jackson aboard Mary A

Now that Richard lived on Morgan’s Run, he and Stephen had taken to fishing from the rocks near a small, sandy beach between Sydney Bay’s landing place and its western headland, Point Ross. The walk was no longer than that to Point Hunter, the eastern headland, and having poles to fish with greatly helped their chances of kingfish and other large denizens of surface waters.

“What d’ye think of these rumors that a huge revolution has happened in France?” Stephen asked as they cleaned a six-foot kingfish under the shade of an overhanging rock.

“It happened in the American colonies, so why not? I wish that Mary A

“Have ye ever written home, Richard?”

“Nay, never. I want to have something to say before I do.”

Stephen gazed at him in wonder. Something to say? What was Alexander? What was Port Jackson? What was Norfolk Island?

“I see no point in writing sad letters,” Richard explained. “When I write, I want to be able to tell my family and friends in England that I have survived and even prospered a little. That my life in the Antipodes is not an empty vessel.”

“Yes, I understand. Then ye’ll be writing soon. If, that is, ye have not forgotten how to form the alphabet.”

“I do that as well as ever. I do not write letters, but if I am not too tired, I transcribe notes upon whatever I am reading.”

They walked back to Morgan’s Run the long way to give some of the magnificently meaty fish to Olivia Lucas, met D’arcy in town and gave him some, then waded upstream past Richard’s old house and climbed the cleft.

Kitty was begi

“Ye’re doing too much,” Stephen chided her as they sat to eat the kingfish, baked in the oven wrapped in plantain leaves.

“Stephen, do not start!” she said dangerously, eating with gusto all the while. “Richard is always at me about it. Truly I am well, strong and full of vim. And I have discovered that I am happiest when doing things. Especially because this is my house, I have been with Richard since before its begi

“When I find a man I can trust, Kitty, I will pay the Government for his labors and put him to the tasks ye’ll not be able to do once ye become heavy.”

“That is where George Guest went wrong,” said Stephen. “If he had waited until he was out of his sentence and then come to an arrangement with Major Ross about hiring two laborers, neither he nor they would have been flogged.”

“George is a good fellow, but too keen to get on. He thought to get the work done cheaper by hiring two marines directly rather than paying the Government to hire on his behalf. That is not how English government works. I deplore English government, but I see no sense in trying to hoodwink it. I will get my man for ten pounds a year, which I can afford. After, that is,” he said with a smile, “I have paid my debts.”