But to any one contemplating the voyage I would say, beware of reefs day or night, or, remaining on the land, be wary still.
"The _Spray_ came flying into port like a bird," said the longshore daily papers of Cooktown the morning after she arrived; "and it seemed strange," they added, "that only one man could be seen on board working the craft." The _Spray_ was doing her best, to be sure, for it was near night, and she was in haste to find a perch before dark.
[Illustration: The _Spray_ leaving Sydney, Australia, in, the new suit of sails given by Commodore Foy of Australia.

(From a photograph.)] Tacking inside of all the craft in port, I moored her at sunset nearly abreast the Captain Cook monument, and next morning went ashore to feast my eyes on the very stones the great navigator had seen, for I was now on a seaman's consecrated ground.

But there seemed a question in Cooktown's mind as to the exact spot where his ship, the _Endeavor_, hove down for repairs on her memorable voyage around the world.

Some said it was not at all at the place where the monument now stood.

A discussion of the subject was going on one morning where I happened to be, and a young lady present, turning to me as one of some authority in nautical matters, very flatteringly asked my opinion.
Well, I could see no reason why Captain Cook, if he made up his mind to repair his ship inland, couldn't have dredged out a channel to the place where the monument now stood, if he had a dredging-machine with him, and afterward fill it up again; for Captain Cook could do 'most anything, and nobody ever said that he hadn't a dredger along.