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James Norman Hall. Mutiny on the Bounty (James Norman Hall & Charles Bernard Nordhoff) (Literary Thoughts Edition)
Literary Thoughts Edition presents. Mutiny on the Bounty. by James Norman Hall & Charles Bernard Nordhoff
CHAPTER I – LIEUTENANT BLIGH
CHAPTER II – SEA LAW
CHAPTER III – AT SEA
CHAPTER IV – TYRANNY
CHAPTER V – TAHITI
CHAPTER VI – INDIAN HOUSEHOLD
CHAPTER VII – CHRISTIAN AND BLIGH
CHAPTER VIII – HOMEWARD BOUND
CHAPTER IX – THE MUTINY
CHAPTER X – FLETCHER CHRISTIAN
CHAPTER XI – THE LAST OF THE BOUNTY
CHAPTER XII – TEHANI
CHAPTER XIII – THE MOON OF PIPIRI
CHAPTER XIV – THE PANDORA
CHAPTER XV – DOCTOR HAMILTON
CHAPTER XVI – THE ROUNDHOUSE
CHAPTER XVII – THE SEARCH FOR THE BOUNTY
CHAPTER XVIII – THE LAST OF THE PANDORA
CHAPTER XIX – TEN WEARY MONTHS
CHAPTER XX – SIR JOSEPH BANKS
CHAPTER XXI – H.M.S. DUKE
CHAPTER XXII – THE CASE FOR THE CROWN
CHAPTER XXIII – THE DEFENSE
CHAPTER XXIV – CONDEMNED
CHAPTER XXV – TINKLER
CHAPTER XXVI – WITHYCOMBE
CHAPTER XXVII – EPILOGUE
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The British are frequently criticized by other nations for their dislike of change, and indeed we love England for those aspects of nature and life which change the least. Here in the West Country, where I was born, men are slow of speech, tenacious of opinion, and averse – beyond their countrymen elsewhere – to innovation of any sort. The houses of my neighbours, the tenants’ cottages, the very fishing boats which ply on the Bristol Channel, all conform to the patterns of a simpler age. And an old man, forty of whose three-and-seventy years have been spent afloat, may be pardoned a not unnatural tenderness toward the scenes of his youth, and a satisfaction that these scenes remain so little altered by time.
No men are more conservative than those who design and build ships save those who sail them; and since storms are less frequent at sea than some landsmen suppose, the life of a sailor is principally made up of the daily performance of certain tasks, in certain manners and at certain times. Forty years of this life have made a slave of me, and I continue, almost against my will, to live by the clock. There is no reason why I should rise at seven each morning, yet seven finds me dressing, nevertheless; my copy of the Times would reach me even though I failed to order a horse saddled at ten for my ride down to Watchet to meet the post. But habit is too much for me, and habit finds a powerful ally in old Thacker, my housekeeper, whose duties, as I perceive with inward amusement, are lightened by the regularity she does everything to encourage. She will listen to no hint of retirement. In spite of her years, which must number nearly eighty by now, her step is still brisk and her black eyes snap with a remnant of the old malice. It would give me pleasure to speak with her of the days when my mother was still living, but when I try to draw her into talk she wastes no time in putting me in my place. Servant and master, with the churchyard only a step ahead! I am lonely now; when Thacker dies, I shall be lonely indeed.
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“And remember,” put in Courtney, with a manner of friendly admonishment, “remember, as Mr. Bligh says, that no laws are more just than those governing the conduct of men at sea. Not only just, but necessary; discipline must be preserved, on a merchantman as well as on a man-of-war, and mutiny and piracy suppressed.”
“Yes,” said Bligh, “our sea law is stern, but it has the authority of centuries. And it has grown more humane with time,” he continued, not without a trace of regret. “Keel-hauling has been abolished, save among the French, and a captain no longer has the right to condemn and put to death one of his crew.”
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