By Reef and Palm

By Reef and Palm
by Louis Becke

CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION
CHALLIS THE DOUBTER
"'TIS IN THE BLOOD"
THE REVENGE OF MACY O'SHEA
THE RANGERS OF TIA KAU
PALLOU'S TALOI
A BASKET OF BREAD-FRUIT
ENDERBY'S COURTSHIP
LONG CHARLEY'S GOOD LITTLE WIFE
THE METHODICAL MR BURR OF MAJURU
A TRULY GREAT MAN
THE DOCTOR'S WIFE
THE FATE OF THE ALIDA
THE CHILIAN BLUEJACKET

BRANTLEY OF VAHITAHI

INTRODUCTION

When in October, 1870, I sailed into the harbour of Apia, Samoa, in the
ill-fated ALBATROSS, Mr Louis Becke was gaining his first
experiences of island life as a trader on his own account by running a
cutter between Apia and Savai'i.
It was rather a notable moment in Apia, for two reasons. In the first
place, the German traders were shaking in their shoes for fear of what
the French squadron might do to them, and we were the bearers of the
good news from Tahiti that the chivalrous Admiral Clouet, with a very
proper magnanimity, had decided not to molest them; and, secondly,
the beach was still seething with excitement over the departure on the
previous day of the pirate Pease, carrying with him the yet more
illustrious "Bully" Hayes.
It happened in this wise. A month or two before our arrival, Hayes had
dropped anchor in Apia, and some ugly stories of recent irregularities
in the labour trade had come to the ears of Mr Williams, the English
Consul. Mr Williams, with the assistance of the natives, very cleverly
seized his vessel in the night, and ran her ashore, and detained Mr
Hayes pending the arrival of an English man-of-war to which he could
be given in charge. But in those happy days there were no prisons in
Samoa, so that his confinement was not irksome, and his only hard
labour was picnics, of which he was the life and soul. All went
pleasantly until Mr Pease--a degenerate sort of pirate who made his
living by half bullying, half swindling lonely white men on small
islands out of their coconut oil, and unarmed merchantmen out of their
stores--came to Apia in an armed ship with a Malay crew. From that
moment Hayes' life became less idyllic. Hayes and Pease conceived a
most violent hatred of each other, and poor old Mr Williams was really
worried into an attack of elephantiasis (which answers to the gout in
those latitudes) by his continual efforts to prevent the two desperadoes

from flying at each other's throat. Heartily glad was he when
Pease--who was the sort of man that always observed LES
CONVENANCES when possible, and who fired a salute of twenty-one
guns on the Queen's Birthday--came one afternoon to get his papers "all
regular," and clear for sea. But lo! the next morning, when his vessel
had disappeared, it was found that his enemy Captain Hayes had
disappeared also, and the ladies of Samoa were left disconsolate at the
departure of the most agreeable man they had ever known.
However, all this is another story, as Mr Kipling says, and one which I
hope Mr Becke will tell us more fully some day, for he knew Hayes
well, having acted as supercargo on board his ship, and shared a
shipwreck and other adventures with him.
But even before this date Mr Becke had had as much experience as falls
to most men of adventures in the Pacific Ocean.
Born at Port Macquarrie in Australia, where his father was clerk of
petty sessions, he was seized at the age of fourteen with an intense
longing to go to sea. It is possible that he inherited this passion through
his mother, for her father, Charles Beilby, who was private secretary to
the Duke of Cumberland, invested a legacy that fell to him in a small
vessel, and sailed with his family to the then very new world of
Australia. However this may be, it was impossible to keep Louis Becke
at home; and, as an alternative, a uncle undertook to send him, and a
brother two years older, to a mercantile house in California. His first
voyage was a terrible one. There were no steamers, of course, in those
days, and they sailed for San Francisco in a wretched old barque. For
over a month they were drifting about the stormy sea between Australia
and New Zealand, a partially dismasted and leaking wreck. The crew
mutinied--they had bitter cause to--and only after calling at Rurutu, in
the Tubuai Group, and obtaining fresh food, did they permit the captain
to resume command of the half-sunken old craft. They were ninety
days in reaching Honolulu, and another forty in making the Californian
coast.
The two lads did not find the routine of a merchant's office at all to
their taste; and while the elder obtained employment on a