The morning call., 1893-03-13

SANDS ". foTntdh, the Hetc Lfbretttst.
clumsy oaf. landsman. in fact, and Mair-
ley, The bos'en, sings TO him:
Well. never saw lubber but would below and
would bubber
OF his sweetheart signing. of her love forever
dying.
And vowing meier again In his life the sea to roam.
But give me, mates, dufrer who can sing n yet
Isas Jolly al MS work a, he is at play;
For you'll find him, when in trouble, stick to you
like your double
When the storm Is just a-brewing and the devn is
TO pay.
The sailors follow with ringing chorus,
and then the surgeon, in command of the
party, reialiates upon the bo'sen by telling
a story of him and how his love of drink
had caused him when on former ship to
tap the brandy in which a defunct officer
was being preserved. DR.. Cupples starts
his story thusy:
We were homeward bound With hopeful hearts
In the good old ship "Retriever";
Wed left Old Malta far behind
When we broke out with the fever.
Be our luck was bad enough,
worse fate no one could wish us;
Some sailor died at every hour
And went TO feed the fishes
The more dosed, the more they died,
Within the brine popped the crew.
Ana the oncers In brandy.
The merriment on shore reaches the ship
and Captain Cook has his gig manned. 1t
Is rowed ashore and joins the party on the
beach. As he lands the natives of the
Island. who nave heard the singing, creep
through the underbrush to see the sailors,
and as Captain Cook lands he discovers them
hiding behind the bushes. They are mostly
young and beautiful Kanaka girls. and when
surrounded by the sailors and driven from
their concealment fall down and worship
the captain. He sings 10 them. telling them
who and what he Is.
In me you behold captain as bold
skipper as gallant as e'er sailed away;
And woe to the vsrlst who fails to obey.
Ny sovereign honor. my flag uphold.
IN whatever land perchaDce may stray,
Bat ike any skipper do as please
when the bark bowls along with fine spanking
But woe TO the lubber who's dea, to my call
when the winds roar and howl In the midst OF
squall.
! There's never an ocean blight or a bay
That's heard not the songs OF my rollieking crew.
For we roam the world over are up and away
where the wind serves amain and there's hight.
And IT'S little we care what the land folk NAV say.
"ni'e were true TO the flag aud the old country,
Nor What 6 does IL matter II pirates they call u.s.
No danger or deyi can ever appall u.s.
We've met them not once, but time ana again.
The CAPTAIN is puzzled after his explana-
tion to find that the natives still remain
bowed In the dust before him, but he Or
ders the sailors away to look for water and
the natives 60 with them. The latter re-
turn presently, bringing with them the
Princess Of the Islands. Iaia, or Fern Leaf
and singing a chant, which explains their
behavior.
1t sens that the soothsayers Of the nation
have long foretold the arrival at some unex-
peeted time of a white god who should
reign over the islands and bring great
abundance TO the people. They believe
Cook 20 be the god whose advent has long
been propbesied. Iaia. the Princess, re-
turns for her father, King Kamehmeha /.
Dancing, singing. ETC.. follow, and then
Captain Cook, having found out the motives
of the natives In Worshiping him and theIr