Before detailing my own experiences
of the lamented “Bully,” I must mention
some other incidents in his career which will give
a fair illustration of the notoriety he had acquired,
and of his keen sense of humour. Long before
these two gentlemen (Bully Hayes and Ben Peese) had
commenced to exploit the Ellice, Gilbert, Kingsmill,
Marshall and Caroline Groups, Bully, then owner of
a small, fast-sailing schooner, had made unto himself
a name particularly as a connoisseur of
Island beauty among the Marquesas, Society,
Hervey and Paumotu Groups, from Nuka-hiva to Rapa-nui
(Easter Island), that ethnographical mystery of the
Southern Seas, whose gentle and amiable people, thirty
years ago, met with so dreadful a fate at the murderous
hands of the Peruvian slavers.
Soon after the slavers had gone from
the South Seas a story was current in Eastern Polynesia
that Bully had landed armed boats’ crews at Aana,
in the Paumotu Archipelago, and seized a number of
girls whom he sold to Chilian and Peruvian buyers.
But, as a matter of fact, Hayes never sold
a native girl, though he was always willing to barter
for a new charmer any member of his harem who had
palled upon his fastidious tastes. And if the
other man in these little matters evinced the slightest
want of trade-reciprocity, he generally regretted it,
for he would lose the household chattel, and getting
nothing for her, save perhaps lumps and excoriations,
or perhaps a sarcastic note informing him that the
writer could not afford to waste time haggling over
so trifling a matter as the price of a native Venus.
While two of the fleet of Peruvian
slavers appeared among the Ellice Group, the other
two remained to “work” Easter Island, the
which they did successfully, carrying away all the
able-bodied men and comely women they could seize
(three hundred), to die miserably in guano-pits of
the Chincha Islands. The vessels which “worked”
the Ellice Group were a barque and a brig. The
brig was commanded by a big Irishman, and simply because
he was a big man and spoke in English to the natives,
it was reported in the Hawaiian missionary press that
the slaver captain was Bully. The natives of
Nukulaelae, an island which suffered severely from
the slavers’ visit, always maintained for long
afterward that it was Hayes (whom they had never actually
seen), because the ihi vaka (captain) was a
tall, bearded man, who kept knocking his sailors down
every minute if they were not quick in their movements;
and this was the commonly accepted description of
Bully and one of his habits.
But at the time the two Peruvians
were cruising through the Ellices, Bully was exploiting
the Paumotu Archipelago, and arousing the anger of
the French authorities, by his irregular business methods.
For instance, he would “buy” pearl-shell
from the traders and kick them over the side if they
had the audacity to ask for payment. In accordance
with his custom, Bully, on this cruise, devoted a
good deal of time to studying the soft-eyed Paumotuan
vahiné; and after filling his schooner with
a fair amount of plunder, he did, it is stated, take
away some ten or fourteen young Paumotu women not
to Chili or Peru, but merely on an extended and indefinite
pleasure trip. Most of these young ladies were
desirous of getting to Tahiti, where they believed
their charms would be better appreciated than in their
own island homes. In his characteristic way Il
capitano galantuomo offered them free passages.
Passing through the Society Group and not entering
Papeite Harbour (possibly on account of his strained
relations with the French naval authorities) he made
his way to the Marquesas. Here some four or five
of his lady passengers elected to remain with newly-found
lovers, either white or native; and Bully always blessed
the union of two happy hearts by recording the affair
in his humorously-kept log and giving a spree.
If the bridegroom was a white man, Bully would also
“buy” his oil, fungus and cotton, make
him very drunk, place his laughing and blushing bride
in his arms, and then, in his absent-minded way, see
him over the side into his boat and sail away without
paying. Bully used to say that his defective memory
was the cause of all the malignant slanders set afloat
about him. And, as regarded women, he used to
remark he also suffered from the curious complaint
of “moral astigmatism.” The rest of
the girls reached home somehow, after undergoing a
pleasant and varied experience, each being the happy
possessor of one of his peculiar and characteristically
written testimonials.
It was Bully’s humour to give
these precious documents to the time-expired members
of his harem, in the same manner as an English mistress
would give a certificate of character and efficiency
to a departing maid. Some of these papers are
still extant in Tahiti and Mangareva. Many years
ago when buying turtle at the little island of Rurutu,
I saw one pasted on a doorpost in a native house.
In the Western Carolines and the Pelew Group,
when whale ships were plentiful and prosperous, the
native girls preserved these “characters”
by gumming the paper (often upside down) on a piece
of pandanus leaf bordered with devices in bead-work.
When a fresh ship arrived, the damsels would bind
these around their pretty little foreheads after the
manner of phylacteries and they were always
read with deep interest by the blubber-hunting skippers
and mates and the after-guard generally. Bully’s
“characters” ran somewhat in this wise:
TO ALL WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.
I, William H. Hayes, hereby certify
that the bearer of this, Marutahina of Vahitahi,
was with me for four or five months, and I can
confidently say that I can recommend her to any one
in need of an active young wife, general help, or to
do chores. She is a very good girl, and
the sole support of her mother an
old thief with a tattooed back who lives on Beka Beka.
About 1871, the newspapers on the
Pacific slope had a good deal to say of Bully’s
doings. The Daily Alta of San Francisco
used to speak of him as a venturesome and high-spirited
American gentleman, upholding the honour of his flag
in the South Seas by disregarding the hateful tyranny
of petty British Consuls; while the San Francisco Bulletin
called him a vile and brutal miscreant who should
be hanged on the same gallows with Alabama
Sommes and Shenandoah Wardell. (Apropos
of the latter gentleman, it is interesting to remember
that the Melbourne (Victoria) Club gave a ball at
which the adoring women cut off as souvenirs the uniform
buttons of the gallant pirate and his officers.) The
spitfire Chronicle “claimed” that
Captain William Henry Hayes was one of Nature’s
gentlemen, and “was certainly not the cause of
a terrible affliction that had befallen the editor
of a certain esteemed morning contemporary.”
(The wife of the editor referred to had eloped with
some one.)
During a trading cruise in the Gambier
Islands, the captain of our ship saw some young girls
whom Hayes had bought from the King of Aana (one of
the Chain Islands). They were very young, very
scantily dressed, and without doubt very beautiful.
They were always chaperoned, day and night, by two
old women. One of these ancient dames named
Tuna (the Eel) told our captain that, by and by, the
“big captain” would come and take them.
Tuna had quite a fund of anecdotes about Bully, whom
she regarded as immeasurably superior to any white
man she had ever seen. When she was a young and
giddy girl of sixteen, she had been much admired, so
she said, by Lord John--and the officers of His Majesty’s
ship --------. Bully Hayes, she believed, was
Lord John’s spirit returned in another and much
stronger body and better shape; and just as she had
fallen in love with the man-of-war captain, so had
all the Aana girls with his latter-day double.
At this time, the only white man on
the island was a young American lad of about nineteen,
and Tuna, and her long-haired, dark-eyed “boarding-school”
came to his house, where they sat on an upturned canoe
and drank stone-gin (Tuna took hers neat) while teaching
him to pronounce properly the Paumotu language.
Heavens! what eyes those girls possessed! Like
stars they glowed with slumbering liquid fire the
fire of a quick-blooded and passionate race.
Any one of these five island girls, our chief mate
used to say, would have utterly demoralised even a
Trappist monastery, had the holy brothers seen her
face peeping in during their devotions. This
island, Nukutavake, had but few inhabitants, most
of whom had been brought there by Hayes, who, they
said, would come again in a year or so, and take them
back to Aana and Maga-Beva. They were all
political offenders, and to escape death they besought
Bully to take them to Nukutavake until “the wrath
of the chiefs was dead.” Bully, who had
an idea that there was a lot of pearl-shell on Nukutavake,
gave them all a passage, and also the two old women
and the girls before mentioned. One of the latter,
Talalua, told the young trader that Kapeni Hesi
(Hayes) would have taken her with him but the ship
was too small, and he had no more room, and there were
two girls from Huaheine “dogs with
much gold in their ears “ with him,
who threatened to give her to the sharks if she came
aboard. During our stay at this island a schooner
from Tahiti came to an anchor, and we learnt from
the young American that he was to be removed to another
island called Vairaatea. He sailed the following
morning, and his departure was marked by the tearful
farewells of Bully’s beauties and old Tuna, who
embraced him and rubbed noses, and wept gin-odorous
tears of unalloyed gratitude when he gave her three
bottles of liquor. To each of Hayes’s nymphs
he also presented a piece of book muslin (twelve yards
each) and a bottle of musk valued at 2 dollars a bottle.
Talalua and Marami each gave him some splendid pieces
of hawk-bill shell, and the others contributed among
them a silver ring. Poor girls! they had no more
to give a grass titi round their
shapely loins and a few silver or gold rings, and
ear pendants, being all their worldly wealth and clothing
combined. Our young friend was solemnly cautioned
never to let Kapeni Hesi know about the turtle-shell
and other gifts, or his anger would “eat them
up.”
On hearing of this farewell testimonial
business, the skipper of the schooner that was taking
the young fellow away became greatly excited Hayes,
he said, would put his own construction on the gifts.
To this, in his youthful innocence, the youth replied
that he didn’t care, as it was his business
to make a present if he chose; whereupon the skipper,
a jolly old sea-dog named Tom English, told him that
that was all very well, but that he (English) would
be looked upon as an accessory, and Hayes would make
him suffer for it when they met again.
“Accessory to what?” said the wondering
youth.
“D your
thick skull, you young ass, why, accessory to makin’
love to his girls.”
This amused us immensely, but as the
lad saw that English was serious, and was equally
determined not to take the presents back, he wrote
a note as follows and showed it to the old fellow,
who said it might possibly pass with Bully:
Below this he added:
Capt. Hayes,
Yours, Ac.
He then handed the bill to old Tuna,
and told her that she must give it to the captain
when he reached Nukutavake. When he did meet Bully
a long time afterwards in Samoa, Hayes paid up like
a man. But long before this old Tuna had given
the trader’s bill and letter to Hayes. Two
years later the young trader found awaiting him at
the American Consulate at Tahiti, the following letter:
Dear Sir, I received your
note and bill for supplying some of my household
with some rotten cheese-cloth out of your store,
which you have the infernal impertinence to call muslin;
also, five bottles of stinking bilge-water, labelled
musk. I don’t know who you are, but
you can tell your employers from me, that I will
see them roasted before I will give my good money
for their filthy and disgusting Sydney trade
goods, and when I drop across you, you will get a
head put on you that will teach you not to again presume
to interfere in my domestic affairs.
Yours very sincerely,
Wm. Henry Hayes.