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satisfactory to the Court. * * Indeed, the whole purpose appears to 
be litigious, and caleulated to answer no other end than to delay my 
publication till he should get the start of me and publish his own, and this 
end, to my great damage and loss, it hath answered.” 
In conclusion, the editor says:—‘‘ Having thus given a simple, un- 
varnished narrative of the causes of the delay of this publication, I submit 
its encouragement to the judgment and candour of the public. In respect 
to the comparative merits of Dr. Hawkesworth's book and mine, it is not 
for me to say anything. If I have justified myself in the eye of the 
impartial world for persisting in this publication, I shall leave the works of 
my brother to speak his talents, thinking I have paid a proper respect to 
his memory, though it should be said of his journal that its only ornament 
is truth, and its best recommendation, characteristic of himself, its genuine 
simplicity." 
In making a few extracts from Sydney Parkinson's Journal, I have 
confined myself to such as are not particularly mentioned in Cook's Voyage ; 
paying especial attention to those which refer to our own immediate sea of 
Hawke Bay and the east coast of the North Island. It is a notable fact 
(though, perhaps, little known) that though Capt. Cook visited New 
Zealand several times and spent many months altogether in the bays and 
harbours and on the coasts of this country, the only bay which he fully 
explored and sailed all round its shores was our Hawke Bay, and that on his 
first voyage when Sydney Parkinson was with him. 
Their whole number in their little barque the ** Endeavour," of 370 
tons, was ninety-six. At Madeira they had the misfortune to lose their 
chief mate, Mr. Ware, by drowning, which is thus related :—'* His death 
was oecasioned by an unlucky accident which happened to him while he 
stood in the boat to see one of the anchors slipped. The buoy-rope 
happening to entangle one of his legs, he was drawn overboard and drowned 
before we could lend him any assistance. He was a very honest, worthy 
man, and one of our best seamen." And a similar misadventure happened 
at their next port-of-call, Rio, where, **in coming out of the harbour, Mr. 
Flowers, an experienced seaman, fell from the main shrouds into the sea 
and was drowned before we could reach him." 
These circumstances and others like them are brought to your notice in 
this memoir, that you should know that the successful voyage of our 
illustrious navigator cost a great sacrifice of human life from among his 
own ship's company. This has, I think, been almost, if not altogether, 
overlooked by the public at large, in reading or in hearing of Cook’s famous 
voyage! The halo that justly surrounds his imperishable name is so grand, 
so overpowering, that the loss of so many of his brave companions during 
