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Five men threw themselves at the horse’s head

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The raft had reached the middle of the river

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The young women dragged themselves along, almost unable to walk

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It was a brig, named Macquarie

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They set off at a gallop, back to Eden

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Seven canoes…attacked

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On the 6th of October, 1769, the illustrious Cook appeared on these shores

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Four sailors, excellent marksmen

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Mulrady and Wilson straightened the tiller more than once

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Lord Glenarvan remained on deck, staring incessantly at the sea

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The foremast came down with all its rigging

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The Macquarie was listing to starboard

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They lowered the anchor in ten fathoms of water

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The work was begun

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The martyrdom of Reverend Walkner

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The capsized dinghy was brought alongside

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The night was approaching

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The ladies, carried from arm to arm

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Conversation in the grotto

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Jacob Louper remained clinging to the boat

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Seals, with their rounded heads

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The New Zealand kiwi

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It was a canoe, seventy feet long

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The river flowed between hot springs

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At noon, the boats reached Lake Taupo

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