He tried to compromise with rum and other luxuries, but these things only made matters worse.

On the day following the first St.Andrew's celebration on the island, Hare, consumed with rage, and no longer on speaking terms with the captain, dashed off a note to him, saying: "Dear Ross: I thought when I sent rum and roast pig to your sailors that they would stay away from my flower-garden." In reply to which the captain, burning with indignation, shouted from the center of the island, where he stood, "Ahoy, there, on Prison Island! You Hare, don't you know that rum and roast pig are not a sailor's heaven ?" Hare said afterward that one might have heard the captain's roar across to Java.
The lawless establishment was soon broken up by the women deserting Prison Island and putting themselves under Ross's protection.

Hare then went to Batavia, where he met his death.
[Illustration: The _Spray_ ashore for "boot-topping" at the Keeling Islands.

(From a photograph.)] My first impression upon landing was that the crime of infanticide had not reached the islands of Keeling Cocos.

"The children have all come to welcome you," explained Mr.Ross, as they mustered at the jetty by hundreds, of all ages and sizes.