Piracy on the Brig Cyprus

During August 1829, Recherche Bay was the venue for an act of piracy. It had repercussions in several lands, resulting in three men being hanged, but the ringleader escaped with his life. The deed was celebrated in a well-known ballad and, it is claimed, in London’s theatreland. It was the subject of a book by Frank Clune and Inky Stevenson in 1962. A good yarn, it is entirely undocumented, although it appears to quote many sources.[12]

The two-masted brig Cyprus, 108 tons, measured 24 metres by six, so it was overcrowded with 64 persons aboard. It was transporting 33 hardened convicts in irons from Hobart to the west coast penal establishment at Macquarie Harbour. Also on board were Lieutenant Carew and a dozen 63rd Regiment soldiers transferred to its garrison. Carew’s wife and two children and the wife and child of a soldier added to the crowded conditions. Fortunately for the mutineers, the ship carried three months worth of stores for the penal settlement on Sarah Island.

The vessel became stormbound for a week in Recherche Bay, time for the convicts to hatch an escape plot. Carew was a new chum and an irresolute character who was lulled into a false sense of trust by the deliberate good behaviour of the convicts. To relieve the boredom and fetid atmosphere of their cramped quarters, Carew charitably allowed five convicts at a time to exercise on deck, minus their chains. He and the doctor went fishing, possibly lured off the ship by convict John Popjoy (or Pobjoy) who requested an urgent hearing out of earshot of his fellow prisoners. At least he was in their boat, leaving four unchained convicts taking exercise on deck.

Security was lax, with only two armed guards, the other soldiers were lazing below deck. They were easily overcome by the convicts and a chicken coop was placed over the hatchway preventing the soldiers from climbing the ladder. Shots were fired harmlessly up through the deck, but the troops were silenced with boiling water down the hatch. Within minutes the ship was captured and all prisoners unchained. Carew was not allowed aboard and, fearing for his family, obeyed orders to go ashore. After five trips in the rowing boat, all the civilians, sailors and convicts who rejected the choice of sailing free, were dumped ashore. Minimal food and clothing accompanied them. Late that day Popjoy deserted the mutineers and swam ashore.

Woodcut of Cyprus castaways attributed to W. B. Gould, 1829.
Woodcut of Cyprus castaways attributed to W. B. Gould, 1829.

William Buelow Gould probably sketched ‘the making of the coracle’, a woodcut in The Hobart Town Courier, 12 September 1829. It depicts the Cyprus castaways. Convicts are assisted by Mrs Carew while Lieut. Carew despairs, head in hands. Archives Office of Tasmania

Except that the two guards had sore heads, nobody was injured and the incident was carried out without fuss. The vessel sailed away with 18 men, navigated by a former seaman answering to the name William Swallow and many other aliases. In a remarkable feat of navigation, with a crew unused to manning a vessel, they sailed the Pacific with only one casualty, the loss of a man overboard when aloft at the sails. They touched at New Zealand, by-passed Tahiti because of unfavourable winds, spent six weeks at Niuatoputapu (Keppel’s Island), where seven men chose to remain. The remaining 10 crew sailed on across the Pacific. Swallow claimed that they reached Japan, where they were fired upon. In a recent detailed evaluation David Sissons demonstrated that this was one of Swallow’s ingenious fabrications. They never reached Japan, but did reach the Chinese coast. Voluntarily leaving two men at an island en route and another man subsequently, they headed for Whampoa (the outer part of Canton). They scuttled the Cyprus when near China and rowed off in the ship’s boat, now renamed Edward, with a false story to match that they were distressed sailors from that ship. It was then February 1830.[13]

Those 44 people marooned on the beach at Recherche Bay included 15 ‘trusty’ convicts. Popjoy was one of them, having deserted the pirates that night by diving overboard and swimming ashore. Lieutenant Carew was totally unprepared to lead this dispirited group and initiatives came chiefly from the convicts. Brush and bark shelters were erected and two convicts departed to walk to Hobart, one of them the ubiquitous Popjoy. They swam across the Huon River, but claimed that they were threatened by Aborigines and swam back to safety across the river leaving their clothes behind. They returned naked and scratched to the dejected party. Five convicts then volunteered to reach Hobart via an inland route, so avoiding broad river mouths, but they failed to reach Hobart before they were rescued in poor condition. One of these convicts was William Buelow Gould, an artist who was destined to gain local celebrity as an artist and drunkard. Subsequently he prepared an etching for the Hobart Town Courier. It depicts Welsh sailor Morgan making the coracle, with Lieutenant Carew sitting on a rock, hands over his face in despair, while his wife assists with the coracle. 170 years later, Gould gained greater fictional celebrity in Gould’s book of fish by writer Richard Flanagan.[14] Popjoy is prominent in Flanagan’s saga, but the Cyprus incident escapes mention.

Morgan ingeniously constructed the coracle using a knife, a razor and canvas across pliable wattle sticks. It was waterproofed with beeswax and soap from personal kits. Remarkably, it proved seaworthy and Morgan and Popjoy set forth using rough-hewn paddles. They only needed to cross the D’Entrecasteaux Channel to Partridge Island, fortunately in calm waters, to seek assistance from the Orelia. That vessel sent a relief boat to the rescue, while another was sent to Hobart with Morgan and Popjoy.

The news created great excitement and the Hobart press made much of the garbled news. The castaways were rescued, Lieutenant Carew was court-martialled but exonerated, and Popjoy became a public hero. His reward was a full pardon, so he soon sailed for London.[15]

When George Augustus Robinson sailed into Recherche Bay on 1 February 1830, the brush shelters were still there.[16] Their location offers an attractive archaeological puzzle. Where were they camping during the 10 days before their rescue? There may exist archaeological traces of their stay. The fact that the Cyprus sheltered for a week, moored sufficiently close to shore for Popjoy to swim, might favour a location on the north-eastern peninsula beach, scene of the 1792 French visit. But Lady Jane Franklin’s comments in 1838 are relevant. She wrote of the northern sector of the western side of the harbour as the site of the castaways. Then she had second thoughts and added a note: ‘On reconsideration, I believe the landing place in question was the W point of the most western of the coves which I have called Lucas Cove.’[17] That would be in the Rocky Bay area, possibly in Coalbins Bay or Mottes Beach.

Robinson, who was travelling with Bruny Island people who were witnesses, told of a terrible deed carried out by the pirates before they sailed. Provided that his evidence is accepted and that the crew concerned was on the Cyprus, Robinson accused the crew of abducting the wife of his Aboriginal friend, Mangana. This consigned her to what may be described as a fate worse than death. No other sources refer to this kidnapping, although Robinson evidently made an official report on this event.[18]

Popjoy and the pirates were destined to collide in London, resulting in Popjoy becoming a veritable killjoy. The seven men from the Edward duly presented themselves to British authorities in Canton, where their story of shipwreck was accepted. Four of them including Swallow (now Captain Waldron) signed on as crew on Charles Grant for London. The remaining three sailed for America and fortunate obscurity on the Danish barque Pulen. The Charles Grant arrived in London on 7 September, the convicts having foolishly sold items from the Cyprus to fellow crew members, later to incriminate them.

They were unaware that on 1 September the Kellie Castle arrived fom Canton, having outsailed their ship, with news of their true identity. The three convicts who had left the Cyprus near China also turned up in the Canton area and two of them told contradictory versions; George Davis even forgot the agreed name of his captain! Then the Sydney newspapers arrived with the Recherche Bay story and one of the convicts confessed. The Kellie Castle sailed to bring the news to England, with Davis as a prisoner. When the convicts disembarked from the Charles Grant, they were arrested, except for Swallow who disappeared for a time, until captured.

It was at their trial that their nemesis, Popjoy, intervened to provide testimony, rather selectively, against the men. He had arrived legitimately in London as a free man during July 1830. He had worked his passage home on a ship, in which a passenger was Hobart prison’s head gaoler. He had voyaged to London for the trial of another celebrated convict, Ikey Solomon, who Charles Dickens transformed into Fagan. Consequently, fate produced two men willing to identify the prisoners. Swallow ingeniously told long and involved tales of how the convicts had forced him to navigate the ship, while he took no part in the initial piracy. He convinced the jury, which found him, the ringleader, not guilty. Two men, Davis and Watt were hanged at Execution Dock, over a century since Captain Kidd’s execution there for piracy. Possibly these unfortunates were the last men to be executed in England for piracy. Another convict, James Camm, subsequently arrested in the Pacific, was hanged at Hobart.[19]

Swallow had committed a serious offence by returning to England, made worse by thefts committed following his return. So he and the other two convicts were sentenced for life and transported back to Hobart. They arrived at Macquarie Harbour prison two years later than the law had intended.

Robinson almost certainly talked with Swallow there in 1833.[20] Robinson thought him ‘in a dying state’. In fact he died at Port Arthur a year later. A con man with forethought and vivid imagination, he was sole navigator of the Cyprus around the greater Pacific. He merited fully the praises sung by Frank the Poet in the following ballad, still popular after more than 150 years.

Come all you sons of Freedom, a chorus join with me,
I’ll sing a song of heros, and glorious liberty.
Some lads condemn’d from England sail’d to Van Dieman’s Shore,
Their Country, friends and parents, perhaps never to see more.
When landed in this colony to different Masters went,
For trifling offences, t’Hobart Town gaol were sent,
A second sentence being incurr’d we were order’d for to be
Sent to Macquarie Harbour, that place of tyranny.
The hardships we’d to undergo, are matters of record,
But who believes the convict, or who regards his word?
For starv’d and flogg’d and punish’d, deprived of all redress,
The Bush our only refuge, with death to end distress.
Hundreds of us were shot down, for daring to be free,
Numbers caught and banished, to life-long slavery.

Brave Swallow, Watt and Davis, were in our noble band
Determin’d at the first slant, to quit Van Dieman’s Land.
March’d down in chains and guarded, on the CYPRUS BRIG convey’d
The topsails being hoisted, the anchor being weighed.
The wind it blew Sou’Sou’West and on we went straightaway,
Till we found ourselves wind-bound, in gloomy Recherche Bay.
’Twas August eighteen twenty nine, with thirty one on board,
Lieutenant Carew left the Brig, and soon we passed the word
The Doctor too was absent, the soldiers off their guard,
A better opportunity could never have occur’d.
Confin’d within a dismal hole, we soon contriv’d a plan,
To capture now the CYPRUS, or perish every man.
But thirteen turn’d faint-hearted and begg’d to go ashore,
So eighteen boys rush’d daring, and took the Brig and store.
We first address’d the soldiers “for liberty we crave,
Give up your arms this instant, or the sea will be your grave,
By tyranny we’ve been oppress’d, by your Colonial laws,
But we’ll bid adieu to slavery, or die in freedom’s cause.”
We next drove off the Skipper, who came to help his crew,
Then gave three cheers for liberty, ’twas answer’d cheerly too.
We brought the sailors from below, and row’d them to the land
Likewise the wife and children of Carew in command.
Supplies of food and water, we gave the vanquish’d crew,
Returning good for evil, as we’d been taught to do.
We mounted guard with Watch and Ward, then haul’d the boat aboard,
We elected William Swallow, and obey’d our Captain’s word.
The Morn broke bright the Wind was fair, we headed for the sea
With one more cheer for those on shore and glorious liberty.
For Navigating smartly Bill Swallow was the man,
Who laid a course out neatly to take us to Japan.
Then sound your golden trumpets, play on your tuneful notes,
The CYPRUS BRIG is sailing, how proudly now she floats.
May fortune help th’Noble lads, and keep them ever free
From Gags, and Cats, and Chains, and Traps, and Cruel Tyranny.[21]