Adventure Bay, commenced with a singular change of temperature, the thermometer rising almost instantaneously, from 70° to near 90°; but this heat was of so short duration, that it seemed to be wafted away before the breeze that brought it. On the voyage to New Zealand, another marine belonging to the Discovery fell overboard, and was lost.
It was on wednesday, Feb. 12th, that the two vessels anchored in Ship Cove, and immediately began to land their empty casks, and to set up their observatories and tents. Many of the natives came alongside in canoes, some of whom were well known to Capt. Cook; but none would venture on board; for seeing Omai, who was in the Adventure, when Mr. Rowe and his messmates were massacred and eaten, the natives were aware that Capt. Cook knew all that had happened, and were afraid that he was come to revenge the death of his countrymen. The Captain, however, repeatedly assured them of the continuance of his friendship; and in a short time they laid aside their fear and distrust. Yet the recollection of that horrible event, and of the tragical end of Capt. Marion du Fresne and some of his men, made our people act with unusual caution, whenever a party went for wood, or water, or grass.
The natives were so far encouraged by the kindness shewn them, that instead of keeping at a distance, several families, from different parts of the coast, came to take up their residence near the ships. Capt. Cook witnessed the facility with which they construct a village. Part of the materials were brought in their canoes, and the rest found on the spot. The men upon reaching the
