The Campbell Playhouse: Mutiny On The Bounty

The makers of Campbell's Sups present the Campbell Playhouse, Orson Well's producer. Evening listeners, this is Ernest Chappell speaking. Tonight the Campbell Playhouse presents Orson Well's in his own radio version of that great sea story, Mutiny on the Bounty.

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Seven naval officers and men were on trial for their lives before the Lord's Commissioner of the Admiralty on charge of high treason. Revelations at this trial of conditions prevailing on the ships of the British Navy came finally to exert a powerful influence in humanizing the administration of the world's navies and making more tolerable life at sea.

March on my own, gentlemen. Here, sir. James Morrison, Postons, made. Here, sir. William Passelle, ships, carpenter. Here, sir. Thomas Birkett, seamen. Here, sir. John Meryl, seamen.

Here, sir. Honors, Ellison, seamen. Here, sir. You are here to be tried by a special court of naval inquiry. Assemble the board his Majesty's flagship, Duke. Under article 19 of the Naval Articles of War, which read this follows.

If any person in or belonging to the fleet shall make or endeavor to make any Newtonist assembly upon any pretense whatsoever, every person offending herein being convicted thereof by the sentence of the court martial shall suffer death.

First witness to the crown Captain Bligh. Captain Bligh. Yes, Mr. Lullen. Captain Bligh, have you any statement to make to this court concerning the mutiny of his Magisteria shift bounty by a land of your command in the Greek South Seas.

I have, sir. I have prepared a statement which I now beg your court's permission to read. The court will hear your statement, Captain Bligh. I respectfully beg to submit to the Lord's Commission of the Admiralty the information that his Magisteria armed vessel bounty under my command was taken from there by some of the superior officers and men on the 28th day of April 1789 in the following manner.

till before sunrise, Fletcher Christian, who was made of the ship and officer of the watch, together with accused and certain others, the crew came into my cabin and while I was asleep, seized me in my bed and with cutlasses and bayonets fixed at my breast, threatened me with instant death if I spoke or made the least noise. I was hold on deck in my shirt and without a rag else.

The boatman was ordered to hoist the launch out and the officers and men who remained loyal were ordered into the boat, who then veered a stern in all 19 souls. The boat was so lumped and deep in the water that was believed we should never reach shore. The size of the boat was 23 feet from stem to stern, rode 6-0s. After considering our malenclarous situation,

I was earnestly solicited by all hands to take them toward home. Therefore, after commending our souls to guard, I bore away for New Holland and Tumour across the sea but little known in a small boat laden with 19 souls without a single map of any kind and nothing but my own recollection and general knowledge of the situation of places to direct us.

After enduring dangers and privations, impossible to describe, we cited Timor on the 12th of June and on the morning of the 15th before daylight I anchored under the fort of the Dutch settlement at Gupan.

This voyage in an open boat I believe to be unparalleled in the history of navigation. One thing I wish to add, but on the night preceding the mutineer, coming up on deck during the middle watch, according to my custom, I discovered Fletcher, Christian, the ringleader of the mutineers in earnest conversation with Roger Baim, Mitreval, only accused.

In the darkness of the deck I was not observed by these men who were standing on the starboard side of the court, a deck between the guns. Now had I any apprehension at that time that their conversation was not innocent.

But as I approached and seen, I saw Rajabhayam shake hands with Christian, and I distinctly heard him say these words, you can count on me to which Christian replied, good, that settled then. The moment they discovered me, they broke off their talk.

I have not the slightest doubt that this conversation concerned the forthcoming mutiny. It is all my love. Roger, I am stand for. Lord Jabayim, you have been accused with others of mutinous and piratical seizure of his megastase-armed Missile Bounty. You have heard the crown's witness.

Lord Jabayim, do you plead guilty or not guilty? My Lord and gentlemen, I declare before God and the members of this court that I am innocent. That I have never been guilty either in thought or indeed of the crime of which I am charged.

For Jevyum, the Corps is now ready to receive whatever you may have to say in your own defense. My Lords, I joined His Majesty's on transport bounty as a midshipman, on the 21st of December 1787.

We were off Spithead, lying two for stores and crews to come aboard. I remember my first sight of the bounty. The crew crowded in the after deck around the huddled form of a man, lashed the captain's bar.

The captain blied, reading from an Admiralty order. If any person in or belong into his Majesty's fleet shall strike or endeavor to strike an officer, he shall reflock and turn on board every ship of the fleet.

Master Darnst? Yes, sir. How many lashes of dew for Marsha? Two dozen, sir. Very well. Mr. Morrison. Yes, Captain Black. Two dozen lashes. One moment, Captain. Yes, surgeon. The prisoner is dead, sir. Lucky devil, we were only the sister.

Well, Mr. Morrison, what are you waiting for? Well, the man is dead, sir. Yes, I heard the surgeon's report. Got my dinners getting cold. Two dozen lashes, Mr. Morrison. Two dozen lashes, dead or alive?

Two dozen, it is. On the morning of the 23rd of December, the 45 officers and crew aboard, And as the guns of the fleet fired a farewell salute, the bounty set sail for Tahiti and the great South Seas.

Lieutenant Christian, I got in line. Dick Chard, freezing acreses. Are you about to? Spry out of the top, then? I don't. First off. Thank you. Sir. Search and hogging? I should service, sir. Search and hogging, you'll moderate both your voice and your rumb rations.

At your post. Very well, sir. Tomorrow, sir. We're ready, sir. I, sir. Oh short then! Up the island are you! I come in!

The bounty had the way to see what Dr. had said. She was a small ship, as you know, of little more than 200 tons. The Great Cabin app was rigged as a garden with a transportation of breadfruit trees from the island of Tahiti to the West Indian plantations.

Thus, the ship's quarters were more than usually crowded, a circumstance which undoubtedly affected the temper of its company. The officers messed in the screened off space on the Lord deck after the main hatch. At the captain's table set Mr. Fyre, this ship's navigator and elderly man long in the service of his Majesty's Navy. And Mr. Christian, the mate, a man of

only 24 of fine presence from a good English banner. Don't you talk to me about sea men Mr. Christian, I know them better than you You curse them in lazy and competent lot of scandals.

And those Captaineth trials enough of such cruel drags of public houses. They don't know a sheet from attack. I bet you're the dipper with your Captain Bly. I should call Ellis in the mills first class seamum.

Even Burkett, though he may be will. Well, Lai, Burkett's an insulin pound. I have my eye on him. Slice reporter Miss Converx, I'll have him seized up and flogged. If I may express an opinion, Captain Bly, Yes, Mr. Christian.

It's a man to tame with kindness rather than with blows. La di da, Mr. Christian. On my word, you should apply for a place's master and the young lady similarly. Kindness, indeed. If I'm Captain, you'll make us a ridiculous notion.

Seaman understand kindness as well as the understand Greek. Fears what they do understand without fear. Mutiny and piracy would be rife on the high sea. Aye. There's some twos in that, so I can't agree.

Seaman don't differ from other Englishmen. English. There are some, the best of them, who follow a fair and kind officer to the ends of the earth. Ross, I trust them, it's the end of a yard. If you have to talk such nonsense with the Christian, then do it in my mess where I have to listen to you. Very well, Mr. Blind. In the future, I shall die

and wear my opinions on more acceptable. From that day on, and for the rest of the voyage, Captain Bligh took his meals by himself and his cabin. In latitude 39 degrees north, just off the coast of Tenoriff, we ran into heavy weather.

A huge wave stoven three of our longboats, carried away our cases of beef, and spoiled a large part of our stock of bread. We laid into Santa Cruz for fresh supplies of water and beef.

The meat was taken on, shift was so tainted the men through most of it overboard. Captain Bligh kept the men at work, repairing the ship's boats from morning to night. Captain Bligh? And then they're asking them they can start shore leaves, sir.

So they can get drunk in the taverns, I suppose? You've been at sea in the early eight weeks, sir. Maybe eight months before they set foot in land, and might as well get used to it.

He'll shore leaves, Mr. Fryer. I said. We left Santa Cruz at the end of February. We carried no person. Bligh built the office himself, assisted by Samuel Lisplurth. A smug, tight-lipped little man, who was believed to be the Captain Spy.

On Monday of every week, he and Captain Bligh opened up the casks, and checked over the supplies in the store. 18 pounds, old beef. 18 pounds, sir. It's wrong with that cakebook, it seems like it's been open, sir.

Oh, sir, it has. Mr. Fryer, come here at once, sir. Mr. Fryer, Captain Bligh calling you, sir. Yes, Captain? One of these casks has been opened until cheeses are missing. It may have been short-weighted when we were provisioned.

They were not, Mr. Fryer. I checked them. These cheeses were stolen. Well, perhaps you'll recollect, sir, that while we were at Spithead, a cask was opened by your order, and the cheeses carried ashore. Told you a tongue-burket!

Bode as man by a packet thief! Surely, Captain, you don't take their eye! You're not an inclusion against the officers and men! But I'll tame you by heaven, I will. I'll make you eat grass before I'm done with you.

Settle! Yes, sir? If the allowance of cheese is stuck, the office is too mind-gent until the deficiencies make good. Yes, Captain. And, Burkett, if I hear another word out of you, I'll have you seized up and plucked to the boulder.

Samuel, you'll pluck the storeroom and keys to my captain. Yes, so help me. I ordered those two cheeses taken out of spithead. I can beg you there, Burkett. I carried them myself. Two cheeses, and a casco-finnaker.

A blind house. So that's the game, is it? Learning his pockets by starving us. Pertus, blood. I'll be hanged if I do any more work on this ship. If he puts back our cheese rack.

I'm with your lads. No more work by any in this mess. I'll give the word to Quintel's Nusson. He'll pass it on. No more work. No more work. No more work. No more work. No more work.

Come in. Captain Ly. Yes, Mr. Christian. As Officer of the Dexter, I feel it might duty to make a report. Well, what is it? The grumbling in the focus was, sir. It was a coming series.

Oh, is it? What are the scoundrels grumbling about now? Anything, sir? Chiefly, the fool. And they're not satisfied with the Russians, sir. But I certainly better make up their minds to be satisfied. Captain Ly, a second officer.

I am in a measure responsible for their conduct. I may suggest, sir, I think it would be wise to listen to their grievances. Listen to that grievance there. I keep your suggestions to yourself, Mr. President.

I don't think it only right that you should care with the men. I am the only judge that's right and wrong in the ship. I'm tired of that bloody complaints. Since you seem to be the advocate, Mr. Christian, you can tell this.

The first man to complain from now on... will be placed in chains. About a hundred leagues off the coast of Brazil. The wind chopped around north, north west, and the bounty lay becombed. Here, another incident occurred to aggravate the resentment of the men.

We'd been at sea six months, and for ten weeks now, outside of the officer's mess, there'd been no fresh food of any sort on board the bounty. Taking advantage of the calm, the crew employed themselves with fishing for shark, with pieces of rotten pork for bait.

Right under the bow! Give him the bait there! It's like a lion! It's like it's a bird! It's not! Johnny Mercant, help by heaven. He's on. He's a big one. Come on, come on, come on, come back with him.

He's on. He's on. He's on. He's on. He's a big one. He's on the right. He's doing straddie. Any boys, anybody in there? I'm not men. Camera there, Mills. That cutlass. Watch where you're cutting.

Shock meets good eaters. Better than dry dogs meet any day. Cough. Someone's coming. It's Samuel. Samuel. Captain Spy. He doesn't get a scrap of a shock meet. human not a scrap fine catch a man I think I find catch a fish you got there I must have a slice a mr. Birkett sorry must have a slice mr. Samuel I must have a

classic frog and a simple tool if you eat shot today come come my good man you have enough fish there for a dozen you have enough frogs sort of way for a thousand by heaven it's for the captain's table I want it to catch him a shock yourself this is mine he gets the best of the bread and the pick of the junk

caskers it is if I got yourself break it come give me a slice that large one and I'll say nothing double with you you take your slice right in your sneaking fake Burkitt spent the night in irons his mess mates saved in their entire allowance of God to fortify him against the blogging they knew to be inevitable

At six bells, Mr. Blyke came on deck. Christian? Yes, Captain Blyke. All hands on deck, too, with an astonishing... Yes, sir? All men on our back, for some... I have a sicker. Son deck! All hands! All hands!

All hands! Very good, Mr. Christian. Bring the greetings with the first ope. Greetings, I read so. Thomas Burkitt, step forward. Greetings, sir. No, sir. The Norton sees him up. Seized up, sir. Thomas Burkett, for mutinous conduct, I sentence you to three dozen lashes.

Morrison. Yes, sir? Mr. Morrison, see that you may honor the will. Thought to meet breakfast, may you done? Yes, sir. See, Bertiss, when they cut him down, black and the crazy was, the ball shone through the flesh, and now the old devil's got the first cell in his eye.

Say, Mr. Fryer, and play, speak in no more. It's really fast then, for a ship what's gonna have the world between a foreign England. Wait a week and back. It'll be a day of reckoning for a lie.

I admit it before we get back. What are you saying, Mills? We gotta get back to England, though, we... We could get back without a lie if we had to. There's a man that could take the body home.

I and a better man than a lie. Christian, you mean? Christian. Yeah, that's right. Mr. Christian. Mr. Christian. Fortunately for Captain Bly, a gale blew up that night, and all hands were kept busy keeping the ship from being swamped.

Day after day we scouted before strong westerly to south westerly winds, carrying only the foursal and close reef main topsooth. At last on the 20th of November we rounded Cape Horn. Five weeks later we sighted the first coral reefs and saw the great mountains of the island of Tahiti.

Christian. Yes, sir. Taking sounding. Yes, sir. Mills. By the mark age, by the deep seven water showing. Fair anchor. Yes, sir. Morrison. All men to their stations. Estesions! Well, there it is, Mr. Christian. The Isle of Te Gite.

Long, hard voyage. By heaven, there it is at last. Looks like a beautiful island. It is. Captain Cook under whom I sail these waters loved it. I'm in Extinguent. Where I an old man and my work turn I should ask nothing better than in my days.

And it's palms. Mr. Christian? Yes, sir. Sounding. Melz? By the deep five, one half, last five, sir, and shawling fast. Lower away. Lower away, there! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Lower the line. I'm sorry. Mr. Christian, set a watch, see that those sleeping yellow devils don't steal anything when they come aboard.

The next day the crew went ashore. The danger of the mutiny seemed past. The hardships of the voyage were soon forgotten. We lived on the fat of the land amongst affectionate native friends. Those were the happiest weeks I ever spent.

Our host was the chief of the island. He had two daughters, Hina and Tahani. Mr. Christian and I used to visit them often. The four of us would go swimming. Sporting in the breakers are lying on the white sand of the coral beach.

Hina. Yes, I am. The tide is high. Swim with me out to the reef underwater. How about it, Christian? Oh, by am you not lazy enough for the south seas? I'll stay here with Tahani.

Ready, Hina? Ready? Come. I'll show you where to get to the reef. Christian? Yes. Are you a chief in your own land? Small one perhaps Dany. I knew you must be. And have you know why?

Yes. I have no husband. Dany. to honey. Why do you stop? The honey is listening. When the ship sails to honey, I must go with it. But it will be two moons before the ship sail. Two moons are soon passed, honey. We have a legend, Christian, the entireity. That time is a long lizard that sleeps with his

tail in its mouth. And to those who keep their hearts within its circle, no harm can come. No harm will come down. What are you doing with those flowers? The honeymaker reek to go around your neck.

White flower, long stem. What do you call it? This one, the Tofano. My country, we have legends too, Dionny. My country, they say a sailor who once tastes the lotus. Ever go so. You are listening to the Campbell Playhouse presentation of Mutiny on the Bounty.

We pause now for station identification. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System. This is Ernest Chappell welcoming you back to the Campbell Playhouse.

In a minute or two we will resume our presentation of Mutiny on the Bounty, starring Orson Wells. Meanwhile, may I say a word or two about Mutiny in another form? Over many years, modern genius has been showing women the way to give their families better food with less kitchen time.

And, call it mutiny or call it evolution, women have been quick to take full advantage of these benefits for their families and themselves. No longer does the good housewife feel she must spend long hours each week making her own bread and churning her own butter.

To give her family their favorite dishes it is no longer necessary to spend so many hours in her kitchen. Her household shelves are laden down with many of these foods, ready prepared for her, and of equality equal to her own good homemade kind.

Among these fine foods are soups, Campbell's soups. If you have never tried them, I invite you to try a can of Campbell's Chicken Soup tomorrow. I cannot think of a finer way to introduce you to Campbell's soups than that.

Once you've tasted Campbell's Chicken Soup, I feel certain you'll be convinced that soup making at home is a task you can well turn over to Campbell's chefs. And now, back to the Campbell Playhouse presentation of Mutiny on the Bounty, starring Orson Welles.

Man, Paul, Roger, Bayern, Bitch, Shipon. Yes, sir. Seems Morrison, Bosen, Smith. Yes, sir. William, Bessaro, Shipps, Carpenter. Yes, sir. Thomas, Burkett, Seaman. Yes, sir. John, Mill, Seaman. Yes, sir. Thomas, Ellison, Seaman.

Yes, sir. Or, Gabyam, have you anything further to say in your defense? I have my lord. Toward the end of March, it became evident to all hands that the bounty would soon sail. More than a thousand young breadfruit trees and pots and tubs and be taken on board.

The relaxation of discipline now came to an end. Captain Bligh ordered Samuel to seize all the gifts, which the friendly negatives have given the men. With abundance around them, the crew were again put on slender rations.

Two of them deserted to the hills were caught and severely flogged. On our last visit to show our Mr. Christian was more than usually signing. Christian, you are going to sail. Is that not so?

Yes, Dany. When? Tomorrow. Sunrise. Oh. Where will you be, Dany? When we sail? Here I'm sure, waving my hand. I'll watch for you. Christian, will you think of Tohani sometimes in your own land? I will not stay in my own land. I shall come back to honey.

Here, Christian, these are for you. Black girls, Tohani, where did you get these? I swing very deep one morning off coral reef. All people say girls make men never forget. Here are people who say write to honey.

and I shall wait for you to come back and every name I shall watch for your ship. Make hell of hope, O'lea, for dear. Make hell of hope, O'lea. Christian, Mr.... I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize.

Is that no definite time for our return, Captain Blythe? Wait a minute. Sure, it'll be back by four bells. We got there, Mr. Christian. Some gifts, sir, from our friends on shore. Mr. Samuel? Yes, Captain.

You will take charge of these Indian curiosities, which may be useful for trading in other islands. Yes, sir. One moment, sir. These things were given me as gifts for a members of my family in England.

Mr. Samuel, who heard my orders? Your bundle, Mr. Christian. Captain's orders. Very well, then. Take it. Mr. Christian, you still have something in your hand. Governor, let me see what it is. A pair of pearls saying, a pair to be remarkably fine stones.

Yes, sir. Give them to Mr. Samuel, please. Black pearls are highly prized in the friendly islands where we should do some trading. Surely, sir, you won't take these. They were given to me by... by a very close friend.

And them over Mr. Samuel! Captain Bly, I have a bait every order you've given me. And some of them with the utmost distaste. But this I refuse. I intend to keep this gift, sir, as long as I live.

Very well, Mr. Christian. I accept your refusal and I shall remember it. On the 4th of April 1788, the bounty with her cargo of red fruit trees set sail from Tahiti. All went quietly enough until the evening of April 14th.

That morning we left the island of Namuka in the friendly Archipelago, where we did our usual trading with the natives. A great many coconuts have been brought aboard and piled up on the quarter deck between the guns under the captain's eye. At about noon some of the coconuts were found to be missing. Mr. Morrison. I sir. All the officers assembled on deck. I sir. Great to

inform you that several coconuts have been stolen. I expect you to help me find the culprits. I also speak up. Some of you must know the guilty part here. To Christian and step forward please. I wish to know the exact number of coconuts you purchased for your own use Mr. Christian. I really don't know sir. How you don't? I hope you don't take me so

mean as to steal yours yes I do think so you must have stolen some of my need to be able to give a better account of your own you may be offices but your rascals and thieves a lot of you I'll break the split of every man of you you wish you'd never seen me before we reached the end is a second yes sir

stop the officers grogg and for further orders and instead of a pound of yamster man you'll issue have a pound all the messes understand yes sir and I have now I'll reduce you to a quarter of a pound if I find anything else missing.

Make you crawl on your bellies for that! It was feverish hot below deck that night, and there was an uneasy stirring in the folkship. I couldn't sleep and went up on deck. It was then about one o'clock, and with the exception of the watch, there was no one on deck but tinkelet, curled up asleep under one of the guns.

Mr. Norton, the watch, was standing at the rail on the opposite side of the deck. I could make out his form standing in starlight. Someone appeared at the after-ladou way. Who's that? Oh, it's you, Byron.

Oh, hello, Mr. Christian. Have you seen Captain Blidenite? Did you know that he invited me to sup with him? Why? Can you tell me that after spitting at me, waiting his feet on me sent Samuel to ask me to his table?

He didn't go? After what happened, I should say not. Maybe he's got a conscience, Christian. His invitation might have been a way of letting you know he was sorry. I might have believed that once, but not now.

But I am wearing his power, offices and men alike. He considers us so many dogs that he kicked or fondled as he pleases. That can be no relief none, not till we reach England. Heaven knows if I can stand it till then.

Heaven knows if they men can stand it. Um... Yes, Christian? Something I wish you'd do for me. An avoid like this one never knows what might happen. If for any reason I should fail to reach home.

Like you'd see my people in Cumberland. That'd be too much trouble for you. Not at all Mr. Christian. Just before I joined the ship, my father asked that I'd make such an arrangement with someone on board.

In case anything should happen he said that it would be a comfort to enter. What are my friends? You can count on me sir. Good. That's settled then. You're up late! Yes, sir. You, Mr. Bion.

Can't you sleep? It's very warm below, sir. I've noticed it. A true sailor could sleep in an oven if the case requires. We're on a cake of ice. Good night, Mr. Bion. Good night, Mr. Christian.

Smith. Wake up. It's three bells. Berta. Where's the other lads? Thompson's gone to the iron's chest. Come with me in the quick about it. I got my will. Coleman. Oh, Coleman. Huh? What do you want, Thompson?

Keita the gun locker. Hurry man. It's hanging up up the hand. Thompson. Is that you? I broke it. What did you get, man? Ten muskets in a brace of pistols. That's where I'm made. Smith, I'll take one.

Quinto? Ah, give me one with a bang. Allison, thanks. Churchill? Uh, I'm with you. What's the rest of the lights, Bouquet? The ab deck. They see Mr. Christi. We need Christian, we do. That's a man that'll rid us of that swine, uh, Christian.

Put on your clothes! There's no time about it! What is it? Have we been attacked? Have we been attacked? No! We've taken the shit up and by as a present, what? What? Can I, are you mad, if you want to hear what you're doing?

We know what we're doing. Right, but all this on himself. Now by heaven we'll make him suffer. You're going to shoot the dog. Don't you try any of your young gentlemen's ideas on us or we'll murder some more of you?

See them up there? Get that off the beat, toss the dog. Hold your tongue! Mind the gun locker. Come, gentlemen, hurry, near clothes. Oh, Prit them! Yes, Prit them. Stand fast for that door there.

No, it's to come forward without my orders understand Captain blind You hold your tongue mr. Blyde or shall I shove this damn it into your ribs go ahead Christian Murder me I must have they shipped now mr.

Let him have it. Quiet! Quiet! Quiet! I'll give the orders on this ship. I'll get the other officers on deck. They're fetching him up, sir. Christian, Mr. Christian, think what you do. Release me. Lay aside your arms.

Let's be friends again, Mr. Christian. Mr. Christian, I give you my word that nothing more should be said of this matter. The old word is of no value, Captain Bly. What do you mean to do with me?

Shoot you, swine. She's him up at the gratings, Mr. Christian. Give us that chance, I live with the lads. I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! We'll give you justice, Mr. Bly.

Just more than you've ever given us. What's your plan, Mr. Christen? I know. I know what you're about, Thompson. I'm Master of the Ship. You're a beaut to swine! That's what you are, Christian! Then I will listen to you, there!

Maybe that'll teach you to hold your tongue. Mr. Christian! Stand back, Bly. Think what you're doing, Christian! This is my affair. Up the steps are here. What's that? Put down the hay. I want that side of the deck with Blyum and Marson.

Mr. Christian, are you in this? Mr. Fry, I've taken the ship. None of you will be hurt unless you resist. What are you going to do with Captain Blime? Kill me! That's what the villain's going to do!

Kill me! Oh, you're gonna blind, no, no, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to put you at gift in the long book. Come on, tell him it's my turn, you little guy! I'll be losing that rotten little boat with you 3000 miles from land!

What are you such a... It's giving you a chance, Mr. Blime. It's more than you'd give me. Miss Mills. I'm Mr. Christian of the launch and be lively. Hi, I see. Alison, give me a hand with the davister.

Gentlemen, you have your choice. The rest of the men who have joined us. You stay on ship with me. They go with life. I give you warning. Come with me and I'll see you're hung.

I'll stay. I'm with you, Mr. Christian. Stand on the side. I'm going with the captain. Not me. Over here then. Mr. Fryer. Mr. Christian, listen to me. Have no time, Mr. Fryer. Answer my question.

I'm simply for you, the wrongs you've suffered. But none will ever force you to be now. I have not asked for your sympathy, Mr. Fryer. Mr. Fryer, what's your decision? Mr. Fryer. I shall go with Captain Bligh.

Very well, will we? Over here then. Night side. Purcell? No matter what I think of Mr. Bligh, I know my duty as an officer. Mr. Priscilla, I shall remember that. All that are going, Mr. Bligh, ready to man the launch?

She's ready to lower, sir! In the boat, man. First, Mr. Bligh. I'll never leave my ship of my free will. Very well. Carry him then. a long go to get back and back and back gentlemen.

Forget it. Keep it musket ready if anyone makes a move. That's it. Into the boat man. Keep him in. Now the rest of your fry up is hell Nelson. I love you that are going. Keep moving.

Alison, come to the supplies. In you get. We can't take any more. Christian, we can't take any more. Don't change any more. She's no alone in Christian. She's no alone in the swamp. No more men.

Don't talk to them again. I'll see the justices done you. Well, back the rest of you. If I am get back. This Mr. Chris. War away, men. I said, oh, I'm away. One more time.

Christian, one more chance to surrender. Too late for that, now, Mr. Bly. You'll pay for this every one of you you'll pay. Give us some cuttases, at least, Christian. Some maps. I'll send them to the ground and some cuttases.

Get him. Get him on your get him on your give him a whiff of a whiff of a whiff of a whiff of a whiff of a whiff of The launch was soon a hundred yards from the ship.

It was a lie and eighteen men crowded aboard. There was no chance of my joining. Norie's breeze freshened and the bounty began to gather away. Under Christian's command we put back to Tahiti. There we parted.

It was his intention to turn his back forever on civilization, to settle in some remote island in the south seas. The rest of us well determined to return to England. With him aboard the bounty went eight members of the crew, eight native women, and to honey his wife.

The last I saw of the bounties she was standing off the shore of Tahiti with all sails set, heading north into uncharted waters for the light easterly breeze of being. People, Roger Bam. Yes, sir.

James Morrison. Yes, sir. William Musprat. Yes, sir. Honors Burkitt. Yes, sir. John Mills. Yes, sir. Honors Ellison. Yes, sir. Do any of you accused have anything further to say in your defense? Nomolod. Nomolod. Nomolod.

Nomolod. Nomolod. Having heard the evidence produced in support of the charges made against you and having maturely and deliberately weighed the whole of the evidence, this court is of the opinion that the charges have been proved against you.

It does therefore judge that you shall suffer death by being hanged by the neck. On board any of his megasties ships of war, not later than one month from this day, and such a time and such a place as the commissioners for executing the office of Lord Hay Admiral of Great Britain and Ireland shall in writing under their hands direct.

Our story tonight is the true account of an adventure at sea. It is not fiction, it is history and history seldom accommodates us with a happy ending. The boundaries of fact reach farther than the boundaries of romance.

And even when the last of the principles of any action have died, it cannot surely be said that any human event has ended in the sense that a story ends. If our hero tonight was Captain Bligh, then our story concludes with the fulfillment of his promise.

For Captain Bligh sailing without charts or instruments, against thirst and hunger, against heat and cold after 41 perilous days on the open sea, brought the launch of the bounty with its crew of 19 souls into the Dutch port of Timur, 3,618 miles from where they had been set adrift. He kept his word, returned to England, brought seven of the mutineers to

trial and saw them convicted to treason and condemned to death. If our hero was Roger of Biam, then the story still has a happy ending. For in spite of Captain Bligh and quite in keeping with the best traditions of Melodrama, he was reprieved from hanging at the eleventh hour, and lived to marry a girl and to become a captain in the British Navy.

As to Mr. Christian, the end of his story has not been written. It has been told that with his wife Tahani and a few of the mutineers, he sailed about as far off the trade lanes.

to an island they called Pitcairn. They may not have lived happily ever after. But for almost 150 years, the descendants have continued in existence, free from the bondage and misery against which Fletcher Christian rebelled.

In a moment or so, Orson Wells will return to the microphone with his guest of the evening, Dorothy Hall, a person who has had direct contact with the descendants of the mutineers, and who has been recently and dramatically associated with life on Pitcairn Island.

While we are waiting for them, let me remind you of something I was talking about a little while ago, of the lavish emphasis on chicken in Campbell's Chicken Soup. Actually all the good meat of fine government certified chickens goes into the making.

The broth bubbles slowly and softly in shining kettles until it takes on a golden glint and the flavor of chicken is rich in every drop. Pieces of chicken meat, cooked deliciously tender, go into the soup too, along with snowy rice.

Every woman knows that the merit of a chicken soup depends on the amount of chicken used in making it. And since that is so, then as surely as you like chicken, you'll like Campbell's chicken soup.

You'll like it for lunch, for supper, for family meals whenever the idea of chicken sounds good. Why not put Campbell's Chicken Soup on tomorrow's shopping list and have it this very weekend? And now, Orson Wells.

Ladies and gentlemen, the last or at least the latest chapter in the strange story of the mutiny on the bounty. We're going to tell you tonight before this broadcast is over. It was written only last summer, and only a few miles from the studio.

Hack is a taxi cab, it is also what you call a writer if you're mad at him. Quack is what Donald Duck says and what you should never call a doctor. Ham is the most distinguished reference you can make to an amateur radio operator.

But there are two kinds of hams and smile when you call a radio actor a ham. Say ham to Mrs. Dorothy Hall however and she'll just smile. I'd like to make this quite clear before I go on.

When you say radio ham to me, it is either dramatic criticism or fighting words depending on how big you are. But okay around Mrs. Hall because ham is just a pleasant reminder in the queer vernacular for her own people, that she has passed tests A and B of the Federal Communications Commission and belongs to the elect among amateur radio operators of the world.

Mrs. Hall's kind of ham, pioneered radio, Mrs. Hall's kind of ham stays up late and gets up early. eats irregularly rescues flood victims and talks like an e-philip's Oppenheim spy into an H. G. Wells machine thinking nothing of such phrases as Q. R. M. Q. C. Q. R. T. and Q. S. L.

The exact meaning of which I am not entirely certain. 88, however, means love and kisses. This I have committed to memory in several languages. 88. My one five KG is what Mrs. Hall assures me.

She calls his Royal Hahn Highness Crown Prince Facil Gossil of Iraq. I said Crown Prince Facil Gossil of Iraq. And there are a lot of other hams, Mrs. Hall's kind. I mean, there is W5DEW, for example, who is married at the dew drop of Texas.

And the mother of four children, there is Howard Hughes, there is Wilma Alice in the tennis star, there is Dr. James Hard, the John D. Rockefeller of Mexico, who was invested hundred fifty thousand dollars in amateur radio. This is the son of Herbert Hoover too and andy Sennellah the band leader and about eighty five thousand others

including Amos of our own Campbell soup. Same as Nandy. I don't know what makes a ham. Mrs. Hall's kind I mean but I do know that it's very lucky for an awful lot of people that hands do exist and two hundred and fourteen of those lucky people are especially lucky and especially grateful to Mrs. Hall. They are the two

214 great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren and great-great-great-grandchildren are the crew of the HMS Bounty. Remember the headlines? Pitcairn Islanders, face starvation, bounty survivors, Isolated by typhoid rumor, Queenswoman rallies British-to-weight survivors, Radio amateur acts to save starving inhabitants.

Well, that was only last summer. Only last summer it was that the rumors of a dangerous epidemic forced the little island into a tragic quarantine that threatened to erase all life from Pitcairn. That same Pitcairn, that same paradise that Mr. Christian and the rest of them founded 150 years ago in tonight's story. What happened was this.

Stories of a contagious disease on Pitcairn Island spread faster than any disease through the islands from Panama to Tahiti from Samoa to New Zealand and boats, all of them from the biggest traders to the littleest tramps kept off. The harbour was closed. Pitcairn Islanders watch them boats with food and most vital with medical supplies sail past them almost

within shouting distance and away into the sky. So it was that slow death and death by torture faced a community in the very presence of civilization. Faced a people whose ancestors had known this torment and this kind of death. And here's how another chapter was written in the saga of the bounty.

Andrew Young, descendant of midshipmen Edward Young, latitude 25 minutes for second south longitude, 130 minutes six seconds west fighting time, fighting the ebbing power of his radio transmitter, found an old friend in the ether whom he knew well, and whom he had never seen 7,740 miles away, a colleague in the great good fellowship of radio hymns,

and gave the word to Mrs. Dorothy Hall, 1-8-6-1-8, Williamson Avenue, Springfield Gardens, Queens, Long Island, New York. And here she is. Mrs. Dorothy Hall, who picked up the message and gave it to the world.

I'd like you to meet Mrs. Hall. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Mrs. Hall, will you please read the entry which you made in your log on July 19th of last year? Certainly, Mr. Well. Here it is. 4.38 a.m.

While in contact with VR6-AY, He requested that I contact the British Council that no ships had stopped for trading since May 25th and they needed food and medical supplies. Mrs. Hall, when did help finally reach the islanders?

Just nine days after I received the message. They must be tremendously grateful for what you've done for them. Well, they're very nice people. I think you're understating the situation, Mrs. Hall. I must tell you that since Mrs. Hall rescued Pitcairn Island, I found out from other sources she's become what amounts to its unofficial

Council general purchasing agent advisor and guardian angel. Well, Mr. Wells, that's quite a title. Tell us, Mrs. Orr. What do you think is the outlook for the islanders? I'm afraid not so very encouraging. They are entirely cut off from regular professional medical attention.

Whereas they recovered from this epidemic, which incidentally has never been diagnosed. It is more than possible, particularly with the threat of cholera, that someday a ship will pull into the harbor and find no one alive.

Mrs. Hall certainly something should be done about this. The people at Pitcairn Island need a doctor. They need someone to tell them what they've got when they're sick and someone to cure them when they've got it.

They need at least the simplest medical supplies. I don't know what can be done, but maybe somebody, somewhere who's listening to this will know the answer. Let's hope so. And now before wishing you good night Mrs. Hall and thanking you for visiting us at the Campbell Playhouse, I'd like our listeners to hear what I found in your log when I visited your home the other day.

It's your most recent entry regarding the island. It's just a sentence, but I think it's very eloquent. It's from the chief magistrate of Pitcairn Island to Mrs. Dorothy Hall. Quote, you do what is for our good.

It's okay with me, signed. Richard Edward Christian. Now ladies and gentlemen, just before I lose my voice and just before we say goodnight, just a minute of next week's story. A preview is what the movies call it.

Music if you please, Professor Fennen. When Mr. Fippany took the mules out of the traces to lead them down to the stream to drink, he noticed that his wife continued sitting on the spring seat staring ahead of and that Addy, now ten years old, remained in the wagon under the canvas.

When he came back, they were as before. Uh, Josephine, are you feeling all right? Fine. Don't you like this camping place? As well as any camping place. Well, what about supper? I don't plan to cook any more suppers in this fine, free out of doors.

Well, how come? Tomorrow Addy and I are going back to some town to live or die. Some town like Natchez. And leave me? We too are going back to that town to live or die.

Perhaps Mr. Fippany's poker playing, in spite of his wife's frequent corrosive remarks about it, it had given him some helpful training. At any rate, Mr. Fippany leaned down and began pulling at brick-stills long ears.

Big Steve, we don't want to go to town we do. We're ashamed of the old wagon. Who are we in here? Well, we're the chicken wagon family. It ain't got no home except only since it's just a big city.

We can't be chicken wagon people no more. It's disgraceful. We're ashamed. We're going to town. We're in big steel. Hey, we're going to town. And by dogs, we're going to the biggest downtown in the world.

We're on our way to New York City. Mrs. Piphany screams. Ladies and gentlemen, what you've just heard comes about at the beginning of next week's broadcast, and the voice you heard telling you the story.

Because he happened to visit the Campbell Playhouse in the studio tonight, and because he was nice enough to do this for us, was the voice of America's finest actor, Mr. Burgess Meredith, Who is the star of next Friday's story.

Which is a queer story, a funny story, a very, very good story, and a very, very human story. Called the Chicken Wagon Family. Until then, until the Chicken Wagon Family, Burgess Meredith, who is next week's star, my sponsor and I, and all of us on the Campbell Playhouse remain obediently yours.

In tonight's broadcast of Newtonianna Bounty, Captain Bly was played by Orson Welles. Roger Bion was played by Carl Frank. Joseph Cotton was Fletcher Christian. Thomas Burkett was played by Ray Collins, Mr. Freier by Frank Redick. Morrison by Myron McCormick. Edgar

Barrier was Priscale, Richard Wilson was Thompson, William Allen was Samuel, and Memo a whole host was to honey. Don't fail to listen in next Friday night when Orson Welles brings to the Campbell Playhouse Burgess Meredith in that lovable, laughable best-seller of a dozen years ago, The Chicken Wagon Family.

Mrs. Ernest Chappell saying goodnight on behalf of the makers of Campbell's Suits. This is the Columbia Broadcasting System.