May 31st, 1897. Captain Joshua Slocum, on his epic single-handed voyage around the world, called at Cooktown, on the Queensland coast of Australia, only to find that some of the locals had a less than perfect knowledge of the man for whom their town was named.
Tacking inside of all the craft in port, I moored [the Spray] at sunset nearly abreast of the Captain Cook monument, and next morning went ashore to feast my eyes on the very stones the great navigator had seen, for I was now on a seaman’s consecrated ground. But there seemed a question in Cooktown’s mind as to the exact spot where his ship, the Endeavour, hove down for repairs on her memorable voyage around the world. Some said it was not at all at the place where the monument now stood. A discussion of the subject was going on one morning where I happened to be, and a young lady present, turning to me as one of some authority in nautical matters, very flatteringly asked my opinion. Well, I could see no reason why Captain Cook, if he made up his mind to repair his ship inland, couldn’t have dredged out a channel to the place where the monument now stood, if he had a dredging-machine with him, and afterwards fill it up again; for Captain Cook could do ‘most anything, and nobody ever said that he hadn’t a dredger along. The young lady seemed to lean to my way of thinking, and following up the story of the historical voyage, asked if I had visited the point farther down the harbour where the great circumnavigator was murdered. This took my breath, but a bright school-boy coming along relieved my embarrassment, for, like all boys, seeing that information was wanted, he volunteered to supply it. Said he: “Captain Cook wasn’t murdered ‘ere at all, ma’am; ‘e was killed in Hafrica: a lion et ‘im.”
Sailing Alone Around The World, Captain Joshua Slocum, Rupert Hart-Davis, London, 1948.
Original publication 1900.