How men and women were trapped, killed or sold.
In the 1870s slaves were sold at Levuka to Heinnemann and
Co for 30 pounds a person
“It was in the beginning of the (1870s), the good old
Fiji cotton days.
Captain Phil MeKeever and myself, his mate Joe Barton of
the 40-ton labor schooner Alert, were trudging down Beach Street, Levuka.
We had only arrived from the Solomons the night before,
and had just handed over our live cargo of b blalckbirds (slaves) eighty souls
all told, to our owners, a German firm, Messrs.Heinnemann and Co., who retailed
them out at about 30 pound per head to plantation owners.
We had received our respective dollars, and commission
per head recruiting and were steering a direct course for the Royal Hotel for a
feed of gin, as was the custom in those days, and is still.
We ran out of liquor on board – a most unusual thing in n
those days and our thirst as very great.
Phil used to tell me — sea he had a great long giraffe
sort of thirst, and what a feed of gin he would have when he got to port; and
he stuck to his word. I never knew Phil to lie in that respect.
Gin was only eighteen shillings per case, and Phil laid
himself out for a gross, which he intended to demolish before he put foot on
board another vessel. –
Phil (MeKeever ) was a good sort; handsome and fair,
open-hearted and kind to a degree, gentlemanly in his ways and manner, but by
continual intercourse with low beach-combers he descended low at times; a lover
of adventure, but with an ungovernable temper.
He had been an old ‘Varsity man somewhere, nut where, he
was loth to say. He was like a good many more in Fiji in those days, who had
left their coun try for their country’s good, and had come to Fiji for the
benefit of iheir health. “Climate so exhilarating!” they used to say. So it was
square gin 18/ per dozen, other gins cheaper.
We duly arrived at the pub., and were greeted by our host
with open arms. Recruiters were always wel come; they generally spent their
cheque in the shortest time possible, like the proverbial shearer.
Louis Armstrong, our host, was a “hail fellow well met,”
sort of chap. On our return from our last recruiting cruise he had given all
the recruiters in town a picnic to the back of the island Ovalau, chartering a
small cutter for the purpose. It was the usual kind of South Sea picnic; a case
of gin and a tin of sardines per man were all that we had to eat or drink.
We were looking forward to another picnic, but after two
or three nips Phil forgot about tbe picnic and had one on his own account for a
fortnight.
Phil and I were not sailors in the proper sense of the
word, but we had knocked about a bit in yachts in the old country and a great
deal in cutters in the South Seas, and knew ab out as much as the average
seaman. Certificates were not, required in those days no Government, no
Customs, did as you liked, a regular go-as-you please.
If you were in the labor trade, recruits you must get
either by fair ‘means or foul it was usually the lat ter way. Nobody to
interfere with you; old Cakabau was rex, ( King) and everybody was the
Government. They were great old times, as Phil used to say.
We had been kidnapping for about a year together, and
had. always made successful trips. I was full, and in tended to “chuck it” this
trip. It was a ghastly game, to say the least of it.
Phil’s burst progressed merrily for a fortnight, when our
owners had a fresh order for eighty more labor and wanted Pbil and me to start
at once. Phil was too drunk, I couldn’t sober him up. So he got the sack. The
owners wished one to go; I declined, I intended to stay by my mate.
A new captain and mate -were soon procured, and were
fitting out for the cruise when I managed to sober Phil up and tell him he bad
been sacked. “The square-headed sons of guns,” he remarked, “we’ll be even with
them yet. Joe, I”ll not touch another darned drop till I square with them.”
Phil sobered up very quickly. His recovery was a bit
sudden, though. I offered hm gin to steady him. but it was hopeless, his mind
was made up. His feelings were hurt to get the sack for such a paltry offence
as drunkenness, and allowing his ship to take charge of herself for a
fortnight. Why, the thought of it was ridiculous; it was unprecedented in Fiji.
Why, it was the fashion to be drunk.
The new captain of the Alert, Bill Taylor by name, an old
man-o’-war’s man, had been busy for a week getting – fitted out for an old-time
recruiting trip. All the old crew left with Phil and me, so consequently there
was new captain, mates and crew on board.
The day before they sailed from Levuka Phil held a
council of the old crew and myself, when wo arrived at the follow ing plan to
avenge Phil’s dismissal.
The old crew were to invite the new crew on shore for a
farewell evening to commemorate their departure, which invitation we knew they
would readily accept. .
Bhil said would manage old Cap tain Bill Taylor’s two
mates. When we got them all ashore we were to shove gin down their threats as
fast as they would drink, get them hopelessly drunk, collect all our traps, meet
at Hedemann’s wharf at midnight, take the ship’s boat and make off with the
Alert.
Everything went splendidly. At mid night the new crew
from the captain downwards were dead to the world.
An hour later we had shipped our anchor, and were
standing out of the Passage heading for Wakaya, Phil having taken his bearings
previous to darkness coming on.
Phil told me before he left he had posted a notice up on
the owners’ office to this effect:
NOTICE
“Disappeared on the night of the 12th January, 187-, the forty-ton schooner Alert, the property of Messrs Heinneman and Co.500 pound reward will be paid to the per son or persons returning same or giving information as to her whereabouts.’
“Disappeared on the night of the 12th January, 187-, the forty-ton schooner Alert, the property of Messrs Heinneman and Co.500 pound reward will be paid to the per son or persons returning same or giving information as to her whereabouts.’
Phil was as cool as a bread-fruit, and thought it a huge
joke. I must confess I was a little excited, and was even sorry I had had
anything to do with the labor trade.
In the morning we inspected our prize. She was full of
the usual re cruiting stares: yams, trade, powder, shot, muskets, pig iron, and
gin.
We had a slashing breeze and sighted Kadavu that evening
about five o’ clock, took our bearings, left Fiji behind us, and steered
straight forthe Loyalties as Phil said, for repairs. Besides, it was a much
safer anchorage than the Hebrides under the circumstances.
We fetched up at Mare on the seven teenth day out after
an uneventful trip, and beached the schooner in a nice secluded spot on the
Lifou side of Mare. The crew, being all Fiji half castes, were more or less
carpenters.
We dismantled the schooner, turned her into a cutter rig,
made new sails from canvas in the hold; being formerly painted olive-green we
painted her white, changed her rig and appearance entirely within a month, and
altered her name to the Cutter Agnes.
While at Mare we got on famously with the French
missionaries, and had many an evening at Letou, their central station on the
island. The traders were a little suspicious of our move ments for what I don’t
know. We were supposed to be pirates of some sort, for the traders always had spies
on us.
When our work was complete Phil convened another council
of,the crew, when he threatened to put every man jack of them ashore and ship
new hands who knew nothing of the cutter’s previous history if they did not
swear to stick to the ship and keep mum under pain of death. All hands agreed,
and the second mate, a half caste Fijian, known as Jimmy the Demon, said he
would hold himself responsible for the crew.
We then directed our course for the Hebrides. On the
voyage Phil shaved his beard, and dyed his moustache and hair black from native
juices procured at Mare, and so altered his appearance that we didn’t recognise
him. When he came on deck he gave instructions. for myself and crew to do
likewise. In a couple of days we were transformed into new beings; it was a
couple of days before we fell into each other’s looks and appearances and knew
one another.
We were a happy family onl board – at first, and the crew
had their nip according to captain’s instructions every seven bells. On the
eighth day out of Mare the crew waited on us in a deputation to know where our
destination was. Phil quite coolly replied “Malua” “Wait,” or “By and by.”
One of them answered rather sharply “Malua marusa! By and
by be damn d. We want to know now.’ The man had scarcely finished speaking when
a puff of smoke, a report, and a half-caste lay on the deck with a bul et
through his brain, and Phil said quite calmly, “I want no mutineers on board
this ship. You agreed to stick by me, and by God, I will make you.
Joe,” he said, turning to me, “throw that half-bred’s
carcass overboard to show them what we think they are worth.” I shuddered, and
passed the order on to Jimmy the Demon.
I went below to get a nip to steady my nerves after what
I had seen, when Phil came down. I remonstrated with him for his harsh
treatment of the sailor. Phil replied: “If you don’t show these brutes you mean
business, they will take liberties,” and that ended the matter.
On the sixteenth day out we sighted Santo in the
Hebrides. We avoided Sandwich and Mallicollo -, as we knew that the latest
arrivals from Fiji would most probably be there, and-we wanted to avoid danger
as much as possible.
‘Having groped our way through the many coral patches in
Santo Bay, we finally entered in about eight fathoms of water. I immediately
got the boat in the water ready to go ashore, but Phil stopped and said his
intention was to wait for the niggers to come oft to us.
They had seen many a recruiter there before us, and
fought shy for a day or two; but, seeing we didn’t move, they chanced it, and
paddled out to us in their canoes only a few at first, as they were suspicious.
We watched them very closely, too, as they are about the most treacherous race
in the Hebrides, and many a recruiter has lost his life on the shores of Santo.
As they came closer to the vessel Phil, by means, of owe
of the crew, interpreted to them we weren’t recruiters, but wished to buy
cccoanuts, copra, and pigs. The news spread quickly, and soon the water was
black with canoes about us. When there were about sixty ‘in the immediate
vicinity.
Phil gave the order to have our fire arms ready, bring up
the pig-iron, and swamp the canoes which the crew did most effectually. Most of
the natives were on board the cutter at the time buying muskets and bullets,
but we had not sold them any powder.
The pig iron knocked the bottoms out of the .canoes, and
we drove those on deck down the already prepared hold. Some jumped into the
water some started to swim for shore Demon had his boat’s crew out and picked them
all up, shoved them in with their mates, closed the hatches down, hoisted sail
and made tracks for Aneitium in the south of the Group, where Phil said he
wished to call on his friend, the Rev. Mr Thompson, the Presbyterian
missionary, before leaving for Queensland with our booty, which consisted of
fifty-four men and eight women.
There was great wailing and gnash ing of teeth that night
down the hold. They wouldn’t stop the row till Phil ordered the cook to open
the hatches and throw a couple of buckets of boiling water on them to quieten
them; need less to say, it had the desired effect.
Anchored at Aneitium the fourth day out, about a quarter
mile from the shore in the bay where the old pioneer mission station stands a
large build ng built out of coral and lime.
Phil left Jimmy the Demon in charge, with instructions
not on any account to open the hatches, and watch the labor carefully, while he
and I went ashore, .and he introduced himself as a planter, and I as captain of
tbe cutter.
The missionary prevailed upon us to stay for tea and
prayers, which we did. At prayers Phil sang most devout edly; he looked so
beastly religious that I laughed outright; and when the Rev Mr Thompson ended
up the proceedings: with the Lord’s Prayer,,and said:
“Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive, them their
trespasses against us, and lead us not into temp tation, but deliver us from
evil, etc.,”
I wondered what Phil’s thoughts were, and what he was
scheming in his mind; and when the missionary said “Amen” so did Phil so loud
that Jimmy the Demon swore he heard him on board ship.
I could not “follow the drift of things at all. What the
devil Phil wanted to run his nose into danger for like this I couldn’t make
out; but when prayers were finished, and a very, pretty Samoan girl about
sixteen came into the room to take the children to bed, I got an inkling, and
began to get the hang of things.
Mrs Thompson had on a recent visit to Fiji picked up
Solotosoa, the Samoan girl, who had just arrived from Samoa with a batch of young
girls who were to be handed over to the whites as wives pro. tern on the
payment of 10 pound per head to the captain of the vessel. She induced her to
come as nurse-girl to her mission station.
The missionary questioned us as to our movements, and
where we came from, and what were our intentions. Phil in his fine suave manner
to Fiji to take up land. Solotosoa, hearing the name Fiji, rushed to the
conclusion we were going there, and im plored Phil to take her back to Fiji,
”Faamelemole oe le alii ia e ave ane au i fitto,” “please sir, you are a gentle
man, take me back to Fiji.” to which Phil readily consented if Mr Thompson was
willing.
Mrs Thompson said it was rather hard for the girl being
away so far from her friends and anybody of her own color, and she was always
pining to get away, and this was a fine opportunity Phil being of so taking a
manner and gentlemanly appearance, and so well read that no doubts were afloat
as to his character. He spoke of his college life, his ‘Varsity friends, his
people how they lost all their e tates owing to speculation, and he the eldest
son was now looking out for land in the South Pacific with what little money
was left, to make a pile out of cotton; and restore the old family estates and
their long-honored name, and sixty-two niggers on board our hooker, with the
crew all armed guard ing the hatches! Honored name, for sooth, Aneinitum was a
fool to him!
Next day we got Solotosoa on board with her belongings,
and were making preparations to go, after many inducements being offered by Mr
and Mrs Thompson to stay for a few days, when a cry of “Sail ho” from thie
natives on the beach was heard. Phil was on deck in a brace of shakes, and
recognised the Meg Merrilees schooner from Fjii, and sailing straight into the
harbour. “Damn her” was all I heard him say, and he dived below, to reappear in
a few minute in a black felt missionary hat, black trousers, and close ”
buttoned-up long silk dust-coat; called me aft and said
‘that old idiot Captain Giles on the Meg must be bluffed,
and mighty smart too.
He is after us. Get the boat’s crew in the boat, tog
yourself up, and come aboard with me; I will do the talking, you listen all you
know.”
We pulled off, and before the Meg Merrilees had her galls
furled Phil and I jumped on board.
I was rather nervous. I didn’t know Giles, but knew the
mate; we had a drink or two together in Levuka before I started. But my luck
was in there was a new mate.
Phil introduced himself as Dr Selton, of the Presbyterian
mission from Sydney, visiting the various stations for the first time in these
seas in their new cutter the Agnes. Turning to me, he said: “This is Captain
Burton. We all shook hands, Giles telling us his name, telling us he was down
on a trading trip.
Phil advised him to deal honestly with the natives, and
he would never regret it. Captain Giles questioned us how long we had bsen at
Aneitium “Two weeks,” said Phil.
I nearly fell overboard at his answer; at any rate, I had
to go to the side and spit.
Giles questioned us if we had seen a schooner, the Alert
by name, anywhere in the islands. Phil answer ed in the affirmative, and
turning tome, said: “Captain wasn’t that the name of the green colored schooner
we oberved on the beach near the Rev. Mr Robertson’s place?.” I said yes.
Old Giles I could see wanted to go and have a nip on the
strength of what he had heard, but lacked pluck while Dr Selton was present.
He eagerly asked me if Phil McKeever was with her, and
Joe Barton his mate, I said yes, they were beached at Eromango, and were
repairing the copper on her bottom.
Then Giles told us how Phil McKeever had run away with
the Alert, and had the cheek to post a notice up on Heinnemann’s office door
that 500 pounds would be paid on information as to her whereabouts, and how
Heinnemann and Co had confirmed the reward.
Giles asked us if we had seen the brig Carl, and being
answered in the negative, told us Captain Dupont, of the H.M.S. Rosario, was
after the two of us, the Carl and the Alert.
Giles begged to be excused; he was so eager to get that
500 pound reward, he up anchor and was away an hour after he arrived. It was
lucky old Giles had been drinking square-face himself, or he would have smelt
Dr Selton had likewise been drinking, and no doubt got suspicious.
We returned to the cutter, had a good second-mater each
came on deck to find about twenty native teachers with food from Mr Thompson,
yams, pigs, turtle, drinking nuts, etc. Phil got them all down in the cabin to
have a look at the Bibles he had on board, when the sails were hoisted, and we
too sailed out of Aneitium harbor with twenty more recruits than we came in
with.
What Mr Thompson’s opinion of his fine English gentleman
was I don’t know.
We directed our course to the Ellis Group to dispose
(sell) Solotosas, the Samoan (Solo I called her) to Ben Taylor, the trader, for
one thousand dollars, as he told Phil he would give that for a Samoan wench
some fourteen months previously.
Ben also had oil. So this was Solo’s destination, to be
the . .wife of an old shell-back.
Solo and I became great friends. She always radiant and
happy, thinking or seeing all her friends again in Fiji; I pitied her, and a
love grew out of my pity. I was resolved to baulk Phil. and prevent him from
selling so pretty a creature to such a brute as I heard Ben Taylor was.
My love increased daily, for she was as simple and pretty
very nice-mannered, and quite unconscious of her beauty. I made my mind to
marry her myself, and settle down to a trader’s life. I was full up with
buccaneering.
Phil tried hard to make her his wife for the time being
on – board before he handed her over to Taylor. I protested, and she always
clung to me for protection. “Papalaga le ua pepclo ia le au” (he is a l)-”he is
abad white man; he lies to me), she would say.
We were three weeks in arriving st Nakafatau; and before
we knew it were up to the passage, and for the first time saw lying in the
lagoon the H.M.S. Rcsario. Strange none of m saw her, and it gave us a start
when we did we were wholly unprepared for such a surprise. To delay matters we
pretended not to know the passage in the reef, and cruised about for an hour
before we attempted to go inside.
Safely anchored, Phil went off this time by himself,
dressed as an ordinary captain. He was frightened to present him self as Dr
Selton, for most probably Captain Dupont and Dr Selton knew each other; , so he
personated a Queensland labor captain, showed forged papers as toname of
cutter, crew, etc.
In about an hour’s time Phil returned, saying everything
was all serene, had a nip, and told me his story. “They questioned me,” he
said, ‘if I had seen the brig Carl or the Alert. I told Du pont they were both
in the Solomons, and had fired three villages in Malatta.”
The Rcsario was in for water, and was going away that
night, so we waited patiently for her to get before-,we moved. What Captain
Dupont thought of our recruiting labor for Queensland in the Eilice Group it is
hard to say. I never knew anyone to come from the Solomons to the Ellice Group
for la bor; however, he departed, add glad we were.
Old Ben Taylor came off shortly af terwards in his
whaleboat, recognised Phil, saw Solo, and got gloriously drunk.
After the Rosario had gone; Phil and I went ashore to see
what oil Old Ben had. We were immediately ac costed by his old Tokalau wife,
asking us in Fijian what we wanted ashore while Peni (Ben) was aboard our
hooker. She was rather suspicious in our movements, having been taken in by the
famous Bully of the South Seas some months previously in the same way. When we
ventured to .peer into Bern’s oil-house, a thatched native house on the beach,
she started to finger a six-inch knife she carried in her waist, too
familiarly, for mr.
“Where’s the oil, Makereta?” I asked. “Sa, se hone lako
tanua” (clear out) she replied.
“‘We can’t do anything, Jce,” Phil said,’”till we get the
old girl drunk,” so accordingly I sent the beat off for a, couple of bottles of
square-face. While we went up to Ben’s house and had a glass of Tokalau coconut
toddy made by Makereta the gin arrived, and we made the old lady as tight as a
fiddler. “What are your movements now, Phil?:’ I asked.
“Take every damned drop of oil in that oil-house on the
beach and leave the Samoan piece as compensation. If I-don’t get that oil, Jce,
Billy Hayes will get it; I will.”
I remonstrated, but of no avail. I declined to let Solo
come ashore, for if she did that old Tok would put six inches of steel into her
as soon as she put foot inside Ben’s house. Besides I loved Solo, and the first
sky-???? I dropped across we were to be married.
The sailors burst the store, door open according to
Phil’s instructions, shipped twenty tons of oil in two tides and kept Ben and
his missis drunk alll the time, left him a case of gin to recover on, and made
tracks for Gilberts. I heard afterwards that old Bill put day light through his
Old Tok for allowing us to steal the oil.
We played the same trick on Ted Eaves in the Gilberts,
relieving him of five tons of oil, and would have filled tip there only for
Bully Hayes; coming in on top of us, when we thought it time to get. If you
crossed his path he made it warm foryou; he carried cannon.
The Aneitium boys fell out with the Santo boys, and there
was a devil of a row in the hold. Phil would never let them up on deck as was
the custom.
When the row started he ordered the hatches to be opened
a little, and was going to fire in amongst ifcem, but I stopped him. He was
growing more fiendish every day.
“Where to now, Phil?” I asked as we left the Gilberts.
“To the Solomons for sandalwood” I told him that we were
full up, and couldn’t carry another ton.
“Well, we can stow about five tons on deck.
I protested, and he gave in, and we turned our heads for
Moreton Bay where, after an eventful trip of two months, with ten of our labor
dead, and five more dying who we threw over board to end their misery we
sighted Cape Moreton, and were soon irside the bay, taking us a couple of days
to get to the mouth of the river. Our crew towed us up to Petrie’s Bight, where
we anchored. The Customs officer was easily bluffed by Phil, who, “when had got
rid of the officer, went ashore dressed ‘,up to ‘kill, leaving man in charge,
to return in about two hours With a great fat member of the (Queensland) Upper
House who was a partner in a Mackay sugar plantation, to inspect our recruits,
who ultimately bought them at 20 pound per head.
Next day Phil sold the cutter and the oil, paid off the
crew, and gave me 500 pounds, and said he was going to retire.. The sugar
planter had a fifty-ion schooner chartered to take the labor up to Flat Top,
had all the labor transhipped into her, jaud was making preparations for a
start.
Phil and I dined at Lennon’s Hotel that night, and drank to the health of the cutter Agnes. Dinner being fin ished, Phil left me saying he would be back in an hour or so, and to wait for him. I never saw him again.
Phil and I dined at Lennon’s Hotel that night, and drank to the health of the cutter Agnes. Dinner being fin ished, Phil left me saying he would be back in an hour or so, and to wait for him. I never saw him again.
Two days afterwards I was surprised to read in the
“Brisbane Courier” of the disappearance of the schooner Westward Ho with
sixty-seven recruits on board. It was at first surmised that the labor
themselves hadmade off with the vessel; but on further-Inquiry it was
ascertained that a lot of half castes and a white man had come on board about
nine p.m two evenings ago, the captain being ashore and all the labor locked
down below, overpow ered the mate and two of the crew on board, towed the
vessel down the riv er, landed the mate and crew at Lytton, the mouth of the
river, hoisted sail and off. I knew it was Phil by the description given of
him, and I never saw any of the crew again in Brisbane.
I married Solo in the old Creek Street Presbyterian
Church, not faa Samoa (Saimoan fashion) but English fashion. I was very proud
of So’o, she being admired by everyone, ‘no Samoan having been seen in Brisbane
before. She used to wonder at the greatness of the white man’s town, and the
beauti ful dresses the ladies wore, and enjoyed herself thoroughly.
Some two months later I read in the “Courier” how Phil
ended up. He made for Mackay, there being no steam communication in those days;
retold the labor to a local planter for 10 per head, and disappeared as
suddenly as he had come.
* * *
Now twenty years odd have passed by, and I look back with
regret at, my sad past in the old South Sea labor days and of my experiences
with Captain Phil McKeever. I am again in Fiji with my old Samoan belle of
twenty odd years ago and my son Filemu (Peace) who helps me work my cocoa nut
plantation in Vanua Levu, where he is a great help to me in my old age, little
knowing of how romantic a na ture was his mother’s and my wooing.
Some years ago I heard Phil was competing in the opium trade in China
Some years ago I heard Phil was competing in the opium trade in China
