A fascinating read. If you want a fairly clear window on the first few years of the British settlement that grew into Sydney and Australia, this would be hard to beat.
The expedition from Britain of eleven ships and 1,000 souls to establish a new colony excited great public interest. This First Fleet, as we know it, was going about as far from home as they could get without coming closer again. Publishing houses in England could see the potential and commissioned five members, mostly from the leadership ranks, to write of their experiences. Captain-lieutenant Watkin Tench was the least-ranked among them, but his works – A Narrative of the Expedition to Botany Bay and A Complete Account of the Settlement at Port Jackson – outsold everything else.
Tim Flannery has brought the two works together in this book, modernised the punctuation and written a perceptive introduction. Tench’s writing is informative, inviting, colourful without being florid, perceptive, and wry. I often had the sense that I was a ghost in the action, peering past Tench into a world I thought I knew something about. This felt like history in the raw.
Perhaps unintentionally, Tench created an eminently human depiction of life in the early years of the British settlement. He was conscious that his audience might include potential investors and emigrants, so he tried to be realistic and objective in what he wrote, but also wrote about what was happening around him in a most engaging manner. The frailty of the settlement is visible in personal terms – the effect of short rations, the tattered clothing, the boredom and the despair. He included a letter home from one Samuel Peyton (pp 68-69), executed for attempted robbery, as a way of showing that not all the convicts were mean and ignorant.
Tench was curious about the environment and the ‘Indians’, as he called the indigenous people. He describes their mixed responses to the novel objects and manners of the whites – fear (of muskets), amusement (at Tench’s bumbling about in the bush), awe (at a surgical amputation), disgust (at the flogging of a convict who stole natives’ fishing gear) and anger (at attacks on them and their property) – in ways that reminded me sharply that here were two vastly different cultures coming to terms with each other. While the ‘Indians’ he knew come across as distinct individuals, they belonged to a complex social system of which he knew he understood little.
There is condescension in some of his commentary – he was, after all, white, male and part of the greatest empire in the world at the time – but there is also a common humanity. For example,
'The canoes in which they fish are as despicable as their huts, being nothing more than a large piece of bark tied up at both ends with vines. Their dexterous management of them, added to the swiftness with which they paddle and the boldness that leads them several miles in the open sea are, nevertheless, highly deserving of admiration.' (p53)
He was deeply and favourably impressed by the deportment of Baneelon’s wife, Barangaroo on their first meeting. He ascribed to her '… as much feminine innocence, softness and modesty (allowing for inevitable difference of education) as the most finished system could bestow, or the most polished circle produce. So little fitted are we to judge of human nature at once!' (pp 142-143)
I read Tench’s descriptions and narrations concerning the indigenous population with some sorrow: it seemed that, in those early days of contact, the future was not inevitable. There was goodwill on both sides in building trust and bridges. Sometimes, it seemed they were like two groups of children getting to know each other. Maybe I am simply naïve, but Tench did not seem to be writing from an implacable, self-righteous superiority. All the same, he was a military man and did lead punitive sortees against the tribe in the Botany Bay area, both of which failed utterly. By the by, he doesn’t spare himself in the narration of these disasters.
Tench’s writing contains much reflection. His insight into human nature, and sympathy with it, is clear in this comment on the resurgence of petty crime in the colony as rations shortened: '… toil cannot be long supported without adequate refreshment. The first step in every community which wishes to preserve honesty should be to set people above want. The throes of hunger will prove too powerful for integrity to withstand.' (p 183)
In many ways, we live in the same world as he did.