A hundred and fifty years ago, Capt. James Cook, British seadog, who had sailed the Pacific from the Antarctic and the South Sea Islands to Alaska, anchored his good ship Resolution in Kealakekua Bay, Hawaii. There was joy among the natives, for the Great White God and his crew of Demi-Gods had come at last. In the shade of the ohia-lehuas, the priests chewed the meat of coconuts. Then they removed the juice from their mouths and rubbed it on the face and arms of Capt. Cook. He was fed with the flesh of...

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