The young lady seemed to lean to my way of thinking, and following up the story of the historical voyage asked if I had visited the point farther down the harbour where the great circumnavigator was murdered. This took my breath, but a bright schoolboy coming along relieved my embarrassment, for, like all boys, seeing that information was wanted, he volunteered to supply it. Said he: ‘Captain Cook wasn’t murdered ’ere at all, ma’am; ’e was killed in Hafrica: a lion et ’im.’
