Ⓐ  At  (A)  ●  centered Nature’s Printed Record in the Lava. [¶] At (SU) 

Ⓐ  enclosed (A)  ●  inclosed (SU) 

Ⓐ  cocoanut (C)  ●  cocoa-  |  nut (SU) 

Ⓐ  counterpart (A)  ●  counterfeit (SU) 

Ⓐ  perhaps. (A)  ●  perhaps. It was very bad. (SU) 

Ⓐ  judgment. (A)  ●  judgment. [¶] As usual, Brown loaded his unhappy horse with fifteen or twenty pounds of “specimens,” to be cursed and worried over for a time, and then discarded for new toys of a similar nature. He is like most people who visit these Islands; they are always collecting specimens, with a wild enthusiasm, but they never get home with any of them. centered Captain Cook’s Death-place.  (SU) 

Ⓐ  Capt. (C)  ●  Captain (SU) 

Ⓐ  summer (C)  ●  Summer (SU) 

Ⓐ  men (A)  ●  gentlemen (SU) 

Ⓐ  Capt. (C)  ●  Captain (SU) 

Ⓐ  common (A)  ●  as common (SU) 

Ⓐ  islands (A)  ●  islands as fogs and wind in San Francisco (SU) 

Ⓐ  Lono (C)  ●  Lono  (SU) 

Ⓐ  Capt. (C)  ●  Captain (SU) 

Ⓐ  which (A)  ●  that (SU) 

Ⓐ  the—but (A)  ●  the——But (SU) 

Ⓐ  ten (A)  ●  the ten (SU) 

Ⓐ  Plain (A)  ●  centered The Story of Captain Cook. [¶] Plain (SU) 

Ⓐ  Capt. (C)  ●  Captain (SU) 

Ⓐ  Perceiving . . . groan. (A)  ●  [¶] When he landed at Kealakekua Bay, a multitude of natives, variously estimated at from ten to fifteen thousand, flocked about him and conducted him to the principal temple with more than royal honors—with honors suited to their chiefest god, for such they took him to be. They called him Lono—a deity who had resided at that place in a former age, but who had gone away and had ever since been anxiously expected back by the people. When Cook approached the awe-stricken people, they prostrated themselves and hid their faces. His coming was announced in a loud voice by heralds, and those who had not time to get out of the way after prostrating themselves, were trampled under foot by the following throngs. Arrived at the temple, he was taken into the most sacred part and placed before the principal idol, immediately under an altar of wood on which a putrid hog was deposited. “This was held toward him while the priest repeated a long and rapidly enunciated address, after which he was led to the top of a partially decayed scaffolding. Ten men, bearing a large hog and bundles of red cloth, then entered the temple and prostrated themselves before him. The cloth was taken from them by the priest, who encircled Cook with it in numerous folds, and afterward offered the hog to him in sacrifice. Two priests, alternately and in unison, chanted praises in honor of Lono, after which they led him to the chief idol, which, following their example, he kissed.” He was anointed by the high priest—that is to say, his arms, hands and face, were slimed over with the chewed meat of a cocoanut; after this nasty compliment, he was regaled with awa manufactured in the mouths of attendants and spit out into a drinking vessel; “as the last most delicate attention, he was fed with swine-meat which had been masticated for him by a filthy old man.” [¶] These distinguished civilities were never offered by the islanders to mere human beings. Cook was mistaken for their absent god; he accepted the situation and helped the natives to deceive themselves. His conduct might have been wrong, in a moral point of view, but his policy was good in conniving at the deception, and proved itself so; the belief that he was a god saved him a good while from being killed—protected him thoroughly and completely, until, in an unlucky moment, it was discovered that he was only a man. His death followed instantly. Jarves, from whose history, principally, I am condensing this narrative, thinks his destruction was a direct consequence of his dishonest personation of the god, but unhappily for the argument, the historian proves, over and over again, that the false Lono was spared time and again when simple Captain Cook of the Royal Navy would have been destroyed with small ceremony. [¶] The idolatrous worship of Captain Cook, as above described, was repeated at every heathen temple he visited. Wherever he went the terrified common people, not being accustomed to seeing gods marching around of their own free will and accord and without human assistance, fled at his approach or fell down and worshipped him. A priest attended him and regulated the religious ceremonies which constantly took place in his honor; offerings, chants and addresses met him at every point. “For a brief period he moved among them an earthly god—observed, feared and worshiped.” During all this time the whole island was heavily taxed to supply the wants of the ships or contribute to the gratification of their officers and crews, and, as was customary in such cases, no return expected. “The natives rendered much assistance in fitting the ships and preparing them for their voyages.” [¶] At one time the King of the island laid a tabu upon his people, confining them to their houses for several days. This interrupted the daily supply of vegetables to the ships; several natives tried to violate the tabu, under threats made by Cook’s sailors, but were prevented by a chief, who, for thus enforcing the laws of his country, had a musket fired over his head from one of the ships. This is related in “Cook’s Voyages.” The tabu was soon removed, and the Englishmen were favored with the boundless hospitality of the natives as before, except that the Kanaka women were interdicted from visiting the ships; formerly, with extravagant hospitality, the people had sent their wives and daughters on board themselves. The officers and sailors went freely about the island, and were everywhere laden with presents. The King visited Cook in royal state, and gave him a large number of exceeding costly and valuable presents—in return for which the resurrected Lono presented His Majesty a white linen shirt and a dagger—an instance of illiberality in every way discreditable to a god. [¶] “On the 2d of February, at the desire of his commander, Captain King proposed to the priests to purchase for fuel the railing which surrounded the top of the temple of Lono! In this Cook manifested as little respect for the religion in the mythology of which he figured so conspicuously, as scruples in violating the divine precepts of his own. Indeed, throughout his voyages a spirit regardless of the rights and feelings of others, when his own were interested, is manifested, especially in his last cruise, which is a blot upon his memory.” [¶] Cook desecrated the holy places of the temple by storing supplies for his ships in them, and by using the level grounds within the inclosure as a general workshop for repairing his sails, etc.—ground which was so sacred that no common native dared to set his foot upon it. Ledyard, a Yankee sailor, who was with Cook, and whose journal is considered the most just and reliable account of this eventful period of the voyage says two iron hatchets were offered for the temple railing, and when the sacreligious proposition was refused by the priests with horror and indignation, it was torn down by order of Captain Cook and taken to the boats by the sailors, and the images which surmounted it removed and destroyed in the presence of the priests and chiefs. [¶] The abused and insulted natives finally grew desperate under the indignities that were constantly being heaped upon them by men whose wants they had unselfishly relieved at the expense of their own impoverishment, and angered by some fresh baseness, they stoned a party of sailors and drove them to their boats. From this time onward Cook and the natives were alternately friendly and hostile until Sunday, the 14th, whose setting sun saw the circumnavigator a corpse. [¶] Ledyard’s account and that of the natives vary in no important particulars. A Kanaka, in revenge for a blow he had received at the hands of a sailor (the natives say he was flogged), stole a boat from one of the ships and broke it up to get the nails out of it. Cook determined to seize the King and remove him to his ship and keep him a prisoner until the boat was restored. By deception and smoothly-worded persuasion he got the aged monarch to the shore, but when they were about to enter the boat a multitude of natives flocked to the place, and one raised a cry that their King was going to be taken away and killed. Great excitement ensued, and Cook’s situation became perilous in the extreme. He had only a handful of marines and sailors with him, and the crowd of natives grew constantly larger and more clamorous every moment. Cook opened hostilities himself. Hearing a native make threats, he had him pointed out, and fired on him with a blank cartridge. The man, finding himself unhurt, repeated his threats, and Cook fired again and wounded him mortally. A speedy retreat of the English party to the boats was now absolutely necessary; as soon as it was begun Cook was hit with a stone, and discovering who threw it, he shot the man dead. The officer in the boats observing the retreat, ordered the boats to fire; this occasioned Cook’s guard to face about and fire also, and then the attack became general. Cook and Lieutenant Phillips were together a few paces in the rear of the guard, and perceiving a general fire without orders, quitted the King and ran to the shore to stop it; but not being able to make themselves heard, and being close pressed upon by the chiefs, they joined the guard, who fired as they retreated. Cook having at length reached the margin of the water, between the fire and the boats, waved with his hat for them to cease firing and come in; and while he was doing this a chief stabbed him from behind with an iron dagger (procured in traffic with the sailors), just under the shoulder-blade, and it passed quite through his body. Cook fell with his face in the water and immediately expired. [¶] The native account says that after Cook had shot two men, he struck a stalwart chief with the flat of his sword, for some reason or other; the chief seized and pinioned Cook’s arms in his powerful gripe, and bent him backward over his knee (not meaning to hurt him, for it was not deemed possible to hurt the god Lono, but to keep him from doing further mischief) and this treat   | ment giving him pain, he betrayed his mortal nature with a groan! (SU) 

Ⓐ  Instantly a shout went up: (A)  ●  The fraud which had served him so well was discovered at last. The natives shouted, (SU) 

Ⓐ  So they closed in upon him and dispatched (A)  ●  and instantly they fell upon him and killed (SU) 

Ⓐ  ships). (A)  ●  ships)   (SU) 

Ⓐ  died (A)  ●  died here (SU) 

Ⓐ  Some (A)  ●  A portion (SU) 

Ⓐ  them. (A)  ●  them   (SU) 

Ⓐ  retaliation. (A)  ●  retaliation. indented from right MARK TWAIN. (SU) 

Ⓐ  Near . . . a (A)  ●  indented from right Kealakekua Bay (S. I.), 1866. centered Great Britain’s Queer Monument to Captain Cook. [¶] When I digressed from my personal narrative to write about Cook’s death I left myself, solitary, hungry and dreary, smoking in the little warehouse at Kealakekua Bay. Brown was out somewhere gathering up a fresh lot of specimens, having already discarded those he dug out of the old lava flow during the afternoon. I soon went to look for him. He had returned to the great slab of lava upon which Cook stood when he was murdered, and was absorbed in maturing a plan for blasting it out and removing it to his home as a specimen. Deeply pained at the bare thought of such sacrilege, I reprimanded him severely and at once removed him from the scene of temptation. We took a walk then, the rain having moderated considerably. We clambered over the surrounding lava field, through masses of weeds, and stood for a moment upon the door-  |  step of an ancient ruin—the house once occupied by the aged King of Hawaii—and I reminded Brown that that very stone step was the one across which Captain Cook drew the reluctant old king when he turned his footsteps for the last time toward his ship. [¶] I checked a movement on Mr. Brown’s part: “No,” I said, “let it remain; seek specimens of a less hallowed nature than this historical stone.” [¶] We also strolled along the beach toward the precipice of Kealakekua, and gazed curiously at the semi-  |  circular holes high up in its face—graves, they are, of ancient kings and chiefs—and wondered how the natives ever managed to climb from the sea up the sheer wall and make those holes and deposit their packages of patrician bones in them. [¶] Tramping about in the rear of the warehouse, we suddenly came upon another object of interest. It was a (SU) 

Ⓐ  four (A)  ●  four or five (SU) 

Ⓐ  boulders (A)  ●  bowlders (SU) 

Ⓐ  Most . . . legend: (A)  ●  It was almost dark by this time, and the inscriptions would have been difficult to read even at noonday, but with patience and industry I finally got them all in my note-book. They read as follows: (SU) 

Ⓐ  1778.” (C)  ●  1778. (A)  1778. centered His Majesty’s Ship Imogene, October 17, 1837.” [¶] “Parties from H. M. ship Vixen visited this spot Jan. 25, 1858.” [¶] “This sheet and capping put on by Sparrowhawk, September 16, 1839, in order to preserve this monument to the memory of Cook.” [¶] “Captain Montressor and officers of H. M. S. Calypso visited this spot the 13th of October, 1858.” [¶] “This tree having fallen, was replaced on this spot by H. M. S. V. Cormorant, G. T. Gordon, Esq., Captain, who visited this bay May 18, 1846.” [¶] “This bay was visited, July 4, 1843, by H. M. S. Carysfort, the Right Honorable Lord George Paulet, Captain, to whom, as the representative of Her Britannic Majesty Queen Victoria, these islands were ceded, February 25, 1843.” (SU) 

Ⓐ  to us, (A)  ●  not in  (SU) 

Ⓐ  Capt. (C)  ●  Captain (SU) 

Ⓐ  enclosure (C)  ●  inclosure (SU) 

Ⓐ  Toward midnight (A)  ●  centered “Music Soothes the Sad and Lonely.” [¶] The sky grew overcast, and the night settled down gloomily. Brown and I went and sat on the little wooden pier, saying nothing, for we were tired and hungry and did not feel like talking. There was no wind; the drizzling, melancholy rain was still falling, and not a sound disturbed the brooding silence save the distant roar of the surf and the gentle washing of the wavelets against the rocks at our feet. We were very lonely. No sign of the vessel. She was still becalmed at sea, no doubt. After an hour of sentimental meditation, I bethought me of working upon the feelings of my comrade. The surroundings were in every way favorable to the experiment. I concluded to sing—partly because music so readily touches the tender emotions of the heart, and partly because the singing of pathetic ballads and such things is an art in which I have been said to excel. In a voice tremulous with feeling, I began:  |  “ ’Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,  |  Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home;  |  H-o-m-e—ho-home—sweet, swe-he-he—” [¶] My poor friend rose up slowly and came and stood before me and said: [¶] “Now look a-here, Mark—it ain’t no time, and it ain’t no place, for you to be going on in that way. I’m hungry, and I’m tired, and wet; and I ain’t going to be put upon and aggravated when I’m so miserable. If you was to start in on any more yowling like that, I’d shove you overboard—I would, by geeminy.” [¶] “Poor vulgar creature,” I said to myself, “he knows no better. I have not the heart to blame him. How hard a lot is his, and how much he is to be pitied, in that his soul is dead to the heavenly charm of music. I cannot sing for this man; I cannot sing for him while he has that dangerous calm in his voice, at any rate. centered Hunger Driveth to Desperate Enterprises. [¶] We spent another hour in silence and in profound depression of spirits; it was so gloomy and so still, and so lonesome, with nothing human anywhere near save those bundles of dry kingly bones hidden in the face of the cliff. Finally Brown said it was hard to have to sit still and starve with plenty of delicious food and drink just beyond our reach—rich young cocoanuts! I said, “what an idiot you are not to have thought of it before. Get up and stir yourself; in five minutes we shall have a feast and be jolly and contented again!” [¶] The thought was cheering in the last degree, and in a few moments we were in the grove of cocoa palms, and their ragged plumes were dimly visible through the wet haze, high above our heads. I embraced one of the smooth, slender trunks, with the thought of climbing it, but it looked very far to the top, and of course there were no knots or branches to assist the climber, and so I sighed and walked sorrowfully away. [¶] “Thunder! what was that!” [¶] It was only Brown. He had discharged a prodigious lava-block at the top of a tree, and it fell back to the earth with a crash that tore up the dead silence of the palace like an avalanche. As soon as I understood the nature of the case I recognized the excellence of the idea. I said as much to Brown, and told him to fire another volley. I cannot throw lava-blocks with any precision, never having been used to them, and thereforefore I apportioned our labor with that fact in view, and signified to Brown that he would only have to knock the cocoanuts down—I would pick them up myself. [¶] Brown let drive with another bowlder. It went singing through the air and just grazed a cluster of nuts hanging fifty feet above ground. [¶] “Well done!” said I; “try it again.” [¶] He did so. The result was precisely the same. [¶] “Well done again!” said I; “move your hind-sight a shade to the left, and let her have it once more.” [¶] Brown sent another bowlder hurling through the dingy air—too much elevation—it just passed over the cocoanut tuft. [¶] “Steady, lad,” said I; “you scatter too much. Now—one, two, fire!” and the next missile clove through the tuft and a couple of long, slender leaves came floating down to the earth. “Good!” I said; “depress your piece a line.” [¶] Brown paused and panted like an exhausted dog; then he wiped some perspiration from his face—a quart of it, he said—and discarded his coat, vest and cravat. The next shot fell short. He said, “I’m letting down; them large bowlders are monstrous responsible rocks to send up there, but they’re rough on the arms.” [¶] He then sent a dozen smaller stones in quick succession after the fruit, and some of them struck in the right place, but the result was—nothing. I said he might stop and rest awhile. [¶] “Oh, never mind,” he said, “I don’t care to take any advantage—I don’t wan’t to rest until you do. But it’s singular to me how you always happen to divide up the work about the same way. I’m to knock ’em down, and you’re to pick ’em up. I’m of the opinion that you’re going to wear yourself down to just nothing but skin and bones on this trip, if you ain’t more careful. Oh, don’t mind about me resting—I can’t be tired—I ain’t hove only about eleven ton of rocks up into that liberty pole.” [¶] “Mr. Brown, I am surprised at you. This is mutiny.” [¶] “Oh, well, I don’t care what it is—mutiny, sass or what you please—I’m so hungry that I don’t care for nothing.” [¶] It was on my lips to correct his loathsome grammar, but I considered the dire extremity he was in, and withheld the deserved reproof. [¶] After some time spent in mutely longing for the coveted fruit, I suggested to Brown that if he would climb the tree I would hold his hat. His hunger was so great that he finally concluded to try it. His exercise had made him ravenous. But the experiment was not a success. With infinite labor and a great deal of awkwardly-constructed swearing, he managed to get up some thirty feet, but then he came to an uncommonly smooth place and began to slide back slowly but surely. He clasped the tree with arms and legs, and tried to save himself, but he had got too much sternway, and the thing was impossible; he dragged for a few feet and then shot down like an arrow. [¶] “It is tabu,” he said, sadly. “Let’s go back to the pier. The transom to my trowsers has all fetched away, and the legs of them are riddled to rags and ribbons. I wish I was drunk, or dead, or something—anything so as to be out of this misery.” [¶] I glanced over my shoulders, as we walked along, and observed that some of the clouds had parted and left a dim lighted doorway through to the skies beyond; in this place, as in an ebony frame, our majestic palm stood up and reared its graceful crest aloft; the slender stem was a clean, black line; the feathers of the plume—some erect, some projecting horizontally, some drooping a little and others hanging languidly down toward the earth—were all sharply cut against the smooth gray background. [¶] “A beautiful, beautiful tree is the cocoa-palm!” I said, fervently. [¶] “I don’t see it,” said Brown, resentfully. “People that haven’t clumb one are always driveling about how pretty it is. And when they make pictures of these hot countries they always shove one of the ragged things into the foreground. I don’t see what there is about it that’s handsome; it looks like a feather-duster struck by lightning.” [¶] Perceiving that Brown’s mutilated pantaloons were disturbing his gentle spirit, I said no more. centered Providentially Saved from Starvation. [¶] Toward midnight a native boy came down from the uplands to see if the Boomerang had got in yet, and we chartered him for subsistence service. For the sum of twelve and a half cents in coin he agreed to furnish cocoanuts enough for a dozen men at five minutes notice. He disappeared in the murky atmosphere, and in a few seconds we saw a little black object, like a rat, running up our tall tree and pretty distinctly defined against the light place in the sky; it was our Kanaka, and he performed his contract without tearing his clothes—but then he had none on, except those he was born in. He brought five large nuts and tore the tough green husks off with his strong teeth, and thus prepared the fruit for use. We perceived then that it was about as well that we failed in our endeavors, as we never could have gnawed the husks off. I would have kept Brown trying, though, as long as he had any teeth. We punched the eye-holes out and drank the sweet (and at the same time pungent) milk of two of the nuts, and our hunger and thirst were satisfied. The boy broke them open and we ate some of the mushy, white paste inside for pastime, but we had no real need of it. [¶] After a while (SU) 

Ⓐ  herself (A)  ●  not in  (SU) 

Ⓐ  all (A)  ●  not in  (SU) 

Ⓐ  innocent. (A)  ●  innocent. indented from right MARK TWAIN. (SU) 

Ⓐ Lono] The italic type used by SU for Lono’s name was not for special emphasis, but to mark it as a foreign word; since no other Hawaiian proper name is so treated in A or SU, this instance has been emended to roman type to conform to the practice followed elsewhere.