The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No. 47, May 22, 1841Various
History
The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No. 47, May 22, 1841
Various
Ireland -- Periodicals
‘_at New Zealand_,’ or ‘_Otaheite_.’ And if I begged to know what he had
been doing in these favoured places, I was instantly told, ‘getting in a
supply of fresh water and provisions for the ship’s company,’ and this
with an earnestness of look and manner absolutely irresistible. ‘So, so,’
I would then say, convinced of the infatuation, and letting things take
their course, ‘I perceive I have got the illustrious Captain Cook in my
house. I thought the great man had disappeared from earth long ago: but
in this age of miracles, either through the power of steam, or a galvanic
battery, here he is again, and I must make his stay as agreeable as
possible. Pray be seated, captain; and if not too much trouble, I would
be delighted to hear some of your adventures.’
Down would Jimmy seat himself, and out would come a fluent description of
the different places he had ‘touched at,’ the customs and manners of the
different islands, the ferocious looks of some savages, and the gentle
countenances of others; the birds, beasts, fruits, flowers, &c. &c.; and
I do declare to you I desired no higher entertainment. For whole hours
would I sit listening to him; and the captain, gratified by my attention,
and utterly unconscious of anything ludicrous, continued from day to day
to pour forth his wonderful discoveries for my amusement.
Meanwhile I missed a fine bathing-tub, a fine spacious fellow, in
which I could float as comfortably as in a little lake. I made various
inquiries about it, but could hear nothing of it. I even spoke of it in
the chapel, but all to no purpose. However, one day as I was returning
from seeing a sick person, I came upon an unfrequented path that led by
the side of a large and deep marl-hole, about half a mile from my house;
and as I got on a height over it, what should I see but my bathing-tub
floating majestically on the water, a pole stuck up in the middle, with
a red handkerchief by way of a flag, and a person seated at one end
with another pole for steering! With half an eye I saw who it was, and
I took measures accordingly. I alighted from my horse, and, getting
behind a clump of ash-trees, quite unnoticed by the navigator, who was
enjoying the fineness of the day, I gathered up all the large stones I
could find into a heap beside me, and, taking deliberate aim, I let fly
two or three huge ones at the stern, in which the captain was seated.
At the first assault he started, and looked about in every direction,
quite thunderstricken and alarmed; at the second volley, as none of
them had hit himself as yet, he shouted in character, ‘The natives!
the natives are upon us!’ and began to paddle with might and main for
shore; but as the stones flew thicker and faster, hopping off his head
and shoulders, whacking, banging, cracking at all sides of him, he lost
all self-command, dropped his oar, and finally, in floundering about, and
starting from one end to the other, in his confusion to avoid the stones,
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