squiffy2
July 26th, 2006, 09:08 PM
I remember well the spring of 1778. I had just received my degree
from Oxford and was ready to take my place as a partner in my
father's shipping and trading company. Father had made his fortune
trading along the St. Lawrence Seaway and the new colony of
Newfoundland.
I had joined Father for less than a week, when he had a visit
from his old friend, James Cook. Cook, who had been instrumental in
starting our family business, had just returned from a voyage to the
South Pacific where he had discovered a new group of islands that he
claimed for England and named after the first lord of the British
Admiralty, the Earl of Sandwich, in honor of the Earl's contribution
to sea faring in discovering a new way to feed the sailors without
their having to leave their posts by serving their meals between two
slices of bread.
Cook told us the he had landed at the southernmost and
largest of the Sandwich Islands where a peaceful tribe of natives who
called themselves Hawaiians had treated him like royalty. In fact,
his sailors stated that the natives thought James Cook was God. In
spite of their reverence for Cook, he could not interest them in
trade as they were set in their primitive ways and interested in the
gifts Cook had brought.
However, they spoke of the tribe of Waikikians on an island
to the north who had mastered sailing and traded frequently with
remote islands to the west. Cook was certain that we could duplicate
our success in Newfoundland by expanding to Waikiki.
Father agreed to accompany Cook on his next trip to the
Sandwich Islands provided I could accompany them so that I could
learn first hand how to develop business in virgin territories. Thus,
it came about that my first ocean voyage was around the Cape of Good
Horn and to the tropical splendors of the Sandwiches.
The voyage was very rough having to go through a severe
cyclone around the Cape, and the seamen were very restless when we
landed on the beach at Waikiki. Several left the ship shortly after
landing and unfortunately drank too much and ended up ravishing
several of the native women. A riot ensued and several natives and
crew members were killed in the battle.
Now the Waikikians had a strong judicial tradition and held
the leader responsible for the actions of his crew. So the ship was
boarded by a group of Waikikian soldiers, James Cook was arrested and
tried for rape and murder. He was convicted and was sentenced to die
by boiling with his remains to be served to the families of the
departed.
We were all required to be present while this inhumane
punishment took place. I turned to my father and asked him how
something like this could ever happen. I'll never forget his answer.
He turned to me and said, "Let this be a lesson to you, one man's
meat is another man's poi, son.;)
from Oxford and was ready to take my place as a partner in my
father's shipping and trading company. Father had made his fortune
trading along the St. Lawrence Seaway and the new colony of
Newfoundland.
I had joined Father for less than a week, when he had a visit
from his old friend, James Cook. Cook, who had been instrumental in
starting our family business, had just returned from a voyage to the
South Pacific where he had discovered a new group of islands that he
claimed for England and named after the first lord of the British
Admiralty, the Earl of Sandwich, in honor of the Earl's contribution
to sea faring in discovering a new way to feed the sailors without
their having to leave their posts by serving their meals between two
slices of bread.
Cook told us the he had landed at the southernmost and
largest of the Sandwich Islands where a peaceful tribe of natives who
called themselves Hawaiians had treated him like royalty. In fact,
his sailors stated that the natives thought James Cook was God. In
spite of their reverence for Cook, he could not interest them in
trade as they were set in their primitive ways and interested in the
gifts Cook had brought.
However, they spoke of the tribe of Waikikians on an island
to the north who had mastered sailing and traded frequently with
remote islands to the west. Cook was certain that we could duplicate
our success in Newfoundland by expanding to Waikiki.
Father agreed to accompany Cook on his next trip to the
Sandwich Islands provided I could accompany them so that I could
learn first hand how to develop business in virgin territories. Thus,
it came about that my first ocean voyage was around the Cape of Good
Horn and to the tropical splendors of the Sandwiches.
The voyage was very rough having to go through a severe
cyclone around the Cape, and the seamen were very restless when we
landed on the beach at Waikiki. Several left the ship shortly after
landing and unfortunately drank too much and ended up ravishing
several of the native women. A riot ensued and several natives and
crew members were killed in the battle.
Now the Waikikians had a strong judicial tradition and held
the leader responsible for the actions of his crew. So the ship was
boarded by a group of Waikikian soldiers, James Cook was arrested and
tried for rape and murder. He was convicted and was sentenced to die
by boiling with his remains to be served to the families of the
departed.
We were all required to be present while this inhumane
punishment took place. I turned to my father and asked him how
something like this could ever happen. I'll never forget his answer.
He turned to me and said, "Let this be a lesson to you, one man's
meat is another man's poi, son.;)