CHAPTER III 



IN NEW ZEALAND AGAIN 



Cook and his companions experienced great 

 delight at landing. The weather was delicious 

 and the air warm. The perpetual anxiety lest 

 their ship should strike on the ice, during those 

 interminable days spent among the ice-floes, the 

 shrouding fog which rested on the sea, the cold 

 which paralysed the limbs and froze the mind, 

 the snow, rain, hail and stormy wind, all seemed 

 now a nightmare which had vanished at the 

 breath of the blue sky of New Zealand. True 

 men rapidly forget the sufferings of yesterday, 

 and sailors are men among men. 



Having found a suitable harbour, Cook re- 

 solved to remain for a time in Dusky Bay. A 

 river ran within a hundred yards of his anchor- 

 age. Woods were handy. The situation was 

 charming. Tents were pitched for the smiths, 

 sail-makers and coopers. Cook set to work to 

 brew beer from the buds and leaves of a tree 

 which resembled the black pine of North Amer- 

 ica. He fancied, from an examination of this 

 tree, that with the addition of malt and molasses 

 it would make a wholesome liquor, which would 



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