Farther Than Any Man

The Rise and Fall of Captain James Cook

Martin Dugard

• Publisher: Atria Books
• Year: 2001
• ISBN:
  9780743436397
• Topic: History
• Subtopic: Australian & Oceanian History
• Index: History

James Cook never laid eyes on the sea until he was in his teens. He then began an extraordinary rise from farmboy outsider to the hallowed rank of captain of the Royal Navy, leading three historic journeys that would forever link his name with fearless exploration (and inspire pop-culture heroes like Captain Hook and Captain James T. Kirk). In Farther Than Any Man, noted modern-day adventurer Martin Dugard strips away the myth of Cook and instead portrays a complex, conflicted man of tremendous ambition (at times to a fault), intellect (though Cook was routinely underestimated) and sheer hardheadedness.
When Great Britain announced a major circumnavigation in 1768 -- a mission cloaked in science, but aimed at the pursuit of world power -- it came as a political surprise that James Cook was given command. Cook's surveying skills had contributed to the British victory over France in the Seven Years' War in 1763, but no commoner had ever commanded a Royal Navy vessel. Endeavor 's stunning three-year journey changed the face of modern exploration, charting the vast Pacific waters, the eastern coasts of New Zealand and Australia, and making landfall in Tahiti, Tierra del Fuego, and Rio de Janeiro.
After returning home a hero, Cook yearned to get back to sea. He soon took control of the Resolution and returned to his beloved Pacific, in search of the elusive Southern Continent. It was on this trip that Cook's taste for power became an obsession, and his legendary kindness to island natives became an expectation of worship -- traits that would lead him first to greatness, then to catastrophe.
Full of action, lush description, and fascinating historical characters like King George III and Master William Bligh, Dugard's gripping account of the life and gruesome demise of Capt. James Cook is a thrilling story of a discoverer hell-bent on traveling farther than any man.

PART ONE
Land of Hopes and Dreams

CHAPTER 1
Land of Hopes and Dreams
August 1768

The summer had been one of the hottest on record. The Friday-night air was muggy, or “close” as Londoners liked to say, when James and Elizabeth Cook spent their last night together before Endeavour’s departure. Through the open bedroom window of their cramped brick row house, the mingled aromas of fermenting juniper from the gin distillery next door and the open sewers of Mile End Road below wafted past the thin curtains. He was thirty-nine, stoic and six foot plus, with shoulders squared from leaning hard into many a rope. She was twenty-six, a pretty, extroverted former shop girl hours away from losing her husband, lover, companion, confidant, and soul mate for three years—maybe forever.

Seventy miles away, HM Bark Endeavour waited for Cook at the mouth of the English Channel, in the port of Deal. The week before she had been eased from the clutter of Deptford Yard and guided down the Thames by a river pilot. In the morning Cook would travel to Deal by coach. There he would discharge the pilot and begin a voyage around the world.

The bedroom is a private place, and what went on between the two of them that night of August 5, 1768, can only be conjecture. But James and Elizabeth, married six years, were devoted to one another. Their courtship had been whirlwind, with mere weeks elapsing from meeting to marriage. And while he’d spent six months each year charting North America, James was never unfaithful in his travels.

Elizabeth, for her part, was unswerving in the belief that her self-assured sailor was destined for greatness. They endured the separations, knowing that each hard-won assignment was another rung up the competitive ladder of Royal Navy career advancement. Silently, smugly, they ached for those passionate, frantic nights of homecoming. Their three children—boys James and Nathaniel, and baby Elizabeth—had all been born either forty weeks after the start of a voyage or forty weeks after Cook had returned home. Now Elizabeth alone would care for them.

On this last night, James and Elizabeth might have dreamed of the time between their next meeting, but they probably avoided discussing the most pressing concern of all: that his profession was one of the most perilous on earth, and even veteran sailors such as Cook weren’t immune to the sea’s dangers. Whether by shipwreck, fire, cannibals, mutiny, shipboard fighting, scurvy, suicide, or just plain accidental drowning, death occurred to at least a few members of every crew, on every long voyage. To make matters worse, Endeavour would be alone, without a companion ship to rescue James and the crew in case something went wrong. Speaking of these dangers would have rendered James and Elizabeth’s last night together maudlin, detracting from the romance of a man and woman hours away from a three-year separation.

For all the anxiety, however, the coming morning held incredible promise. James Cook would not only begin an epic voyage, he would make history. His unorthodox decision to leave a promising career in merchant sailing thirteen years earlier, then start all over again at the bottom of the Royal Navy’s enlisted ranks, would finally be validated. He had already become the first man in Royal Navy history to rise from the bottom of those ranks to an officer’s commission and command. Now, rewriting the rules for career advancement, he was joining the very short list of men given command of voyages around the world.

Preparation had consumed Cook all summer. Each morning he had ferried across the river, leaving Britain’s great symbols—the Admiralty building, Westminster Abbey, the Tower of London—behind him on the Thames’s north bank. On the south shore, Cook had turned left and entered the East End waterfront tenement and warehouse slums Charles Dickens would someday make famous in Oliver Twist. Walking the narrow cobblestone path, Cook could smell the rot of trash piled in alleys, the stench of urine pooled at the base of walls outside taverns, and almost taste the thick, black grease of cooking oil and smoke. Some days there were riots, too, brought on by the heat and the overcrowded slums. Endeavour and Cook weren’t so much setting sail from the chaos as fleeing.

The goals set forth for Cook’s journey were lofty and came at a crucial moment for both Britain and the world. The year 1768 was in the middle of what writers were calling the Age of Enlightenment, with mankind shaking off centuries of darkness to embrace learning and reason once again. Science was sexy, peace reigned, and a growing belief in personal liberty was blurring the lines between the upper and lower classes.

Enlightenment or no, however, a handful of nations were behaving as nations had since the beginning of time, jockeying for global dominance. And no nation was pushing more frantically than Great Britain. The tiny island nation (England, Scotland, Wales, Ireland) controlled the seas from India to the Americas. She had recently vanquished archfoe France in the Seven Years’ War—taking full possession of North America, temporarily ending the French military threat they had endured since the Norman Conquest, and even gaining concessions from the argumentative Spanish (who had belatedly joined the war on the side of France), thus rendering the Iberian Peninsula’s residents little more than a respected nuisance.

The focus of world exploration in February 1768 was the Southern Hemisphere. Most everything of note that could be discovered above the equator—save the legendary Northwest Passage—had been. The Portuguese and the Spanish, then the mercantile Dutch, had seen to that. But below the equator lay vast swaths of mystery. The bumbling but ambitious king of England, George III, devised a plan to send a single vessel of discovery around the globe. The voyage would be hailed as a scientific expedition (and science would truly be a vital aspect of its mission). The greater aim, however, was the discovery and conquest of the legendary Southern Continent—Antarctica. Since Ptolemy in the second century, the idea of the Southern Continent had bewitched powerful men, burgeoning from the theoretical—its existence at the bottom of the world was necessary to counterbalance the arctic land mass—into a mythic opiate promising wealth beyond wildest imaginings. “The scraps from this table,” theorist Alexander Dalrymple had written, sure that the Great Southern Continent was bigger than all Asia, “would be sufficient to maintain the power, dominion, and sovereignty of Britain by employing all its manufacturers and ships.”

Kings of many nations, and the men they sent to explore for this lost continent, believed so much in this Southern Hemisphere promised land that they somehow disregarded the obvious: a continent so far south was likely to be just as snow-blasted and awful as its arctic counterpart to the north.

Britain was eager to find and colonize Antarctica because she was in danger of losing her lucrative American colonies. Colonial resources were the lifeblood of Britain, providing raw materials to British manufacturers, who then exported finished goods to other nations and back to the colonies. Without this colonial flow, England’s great thinkers believed, Britain’s international influence would shrivel. As Horace Walpole wrote candidly, “We shall be reduced to a miserable little island, and from a mighty empire sink to as insignificant a country as Denmark or Sardinia. Then France will dictate to us more imperiously than we ever did to Ireland.”

America was the crown jewel of Britain’s possessions, a bountiful land blessed with dense pine forests for fashioning ship’s masts, rich, dark soil for growing tobacco, and thousands of miles of coastal fishing grounds. But that same coastline was the bane of Britain’s attempts to collect colonial revenue, laced with the sort of coves and hidden inlets that concealed cargo ships long enough for their haul to be off-loaded and for customs duties to go unpaid. Between 1763 and 1768, the British began cracking down. Militant colonists fought back, beginning efforts to drive the British from America altogether. King George III—pudgy, with eyes that bulged comically from his head, of limited education but with dreams of a grand legacy—vowed that scenario would never occur. He said he would rather level the colonies than see them independent.

Prudently, George III began searching for other resources. In 1764 and 1766 he sent major probes into the South Pacific. Each expedition consisted of two vessels traveling together. Neither ventured far enough south to discover any evidence of Antarctica.

As the situation in the colonies worsened, George III placed greater expectations on the next voyage of circumnavigation. Instead of two ships, a lone vessel would make the journey to find Antarctica. The captain of this circumnavigation would have to be bold and eager, given to following orders to the letter, and uncaring that the expedition was, because of the extremely stormy and unknown southern latitudes through which he would sail, likely a suicide mission.

So it came to pass that James Cook, the brilliant, upright, and middle-aged career sailor—a man of “genius and capacity” in the words of one admiral—woke on the morning of August 6, bid goodbye to his pregnant wife and three small children, and boarded a coach for Deal wearing his dazzling new blue uniform. He had been plucked from obscurity, granted a commission, and offered command of the expedition. The pain of leaving was tempered by the thrill that Endeavour was all he’d waited for, dreamed of, counted on. Cook had always lived by a self-determined set of rules, and it was finally paying off.

As for preserving the legacy of King George III and ensuring the power of Great Britain, Cook was unaware he’d been so entrusted. His aims were modest—to fulfill his orders to the letter and return to Elizabeth. He was focused and prepared for the challenges to come, The instant the coach pulled away from Mile End Road, however, his life, and his entire motivation for being, would be forever changed.

CHAPTER 2
Adam Raised Cain

Had George III known who was entrusted with preserving his legacy, he might have looked elsewhere. For Cook had a rebel past. His father, also James, had fought to topple George’s grandfather from the crown during the first Jacobite Rebellion in 1715. That the son of this rebel, fifty-three years later, would sail off to claim new lands in the name of George III was an ironic oversight.

The basis of the Jacobite cause was restoration of a Catholic monarch in Protestant-run England. But its failure made Catholic and pariah synonymous, so Cook the elder kept his faith to himself after crossing the border from Scotland into England. When he found a job slopping hogs in the northeastern England region of Yorkshire, he considered himself lucky and set to making a career of it.

Over the next ten years the immigrant earned a reputation for intellect and hard work, endearing him not just to his employer but also to a farm girl eight years younger, Grace Pace. Their flirtations brought out a minor impulsive streak in the thirty-one-year-old immigrant. The pair married out of necessity, and a child was born just four months later, in January 1726. They named him John, after the immigrant’s father.

Two years later, on October 27, 1728, their second of eight children was born. Another boy. Circumstances being more upright, the child was given his father’s name.

Lying in a fertile valley just north of the vast Cleveland Moors, young James Cook’s hometown of Marton-in-Cleveland was scant miles from the North Sea ports of Staithes and Whitby, but light-years away from London’s sophistication and worldliness. England was still an agricultural society when Cook was born in 1728, and young men were trained to follow in their fathers’ footsteps. With Cook’s father risen to foreman of the largest farm in the region, Airy-holme, just outside the village of Great Ayton, young James seemed destined for the same future.

Not that the foreman’s job was a meager position. In fact, because British landowners were required by law to leave their property regularly to serve as justices of the peace, regulate local inns and pubs, and even ensure development of roads and bridges, the foreman had total control of the farm in the owner’s absence. The landowner, then, was like a king commanding his subjects. The foreman was his instrument of power.

Because Airyholme was the largest local farm, the foreman’s role carried even more heft, and James Cook senior enjoyed a rank and status shared by few in Great Ayton. Every Airyholme employee reported to him. Everyone as far as the eye could see respected him. James Cook senior didn’t share in the profits but worked with the proprietary zeal of an owner.

It was a work ethic young James never forgot. And though father and son were different on the surface, that’s because young James was battling hard to be contrary. In fact, the two were very much the same. Between birth and the age of seven, young James displayed rebelliousness, a tendency toward being a loner, and competitiveness—all traits of his father’s. And while older brother John was responsible, a carbon copy of their mother, James rejected familial structure, often wandering off to explore Airyholme’s vast acreage. James was especially fond of examining the structure of birds’ nests. In the confined world of the farm, where his family was subservient to the landowners, James sought a world limitless and free. It was to become his life’s common theme.

At the same time Cook distanced himself from his family, he began seeking approval from a series of surrogate fathers, adopting their manners and morals as indicators of how he should act upon arriving at every new station in life. Cook intuitively trusted these men, honored and looked up to them; saw infallibility and strength. Their copied traits were Cook’s pathway to greatness, filling him with deep notions of honor, duty, and country. And because Cook’s real father had suppressed his Catholicism after fleeing Scotland, young James even looked to the surrogates for views of God and morality, truth and light.

The first was Thomas Skottowe, owner of Airyholme. The year was 1735 and young James was seven. Skottowe made note of Cook’s intelligence and paid for him to attend elementary school in Great Ayton, a great honor in a largely illiterate society. In school, Cook was a charismatic loner, known for having “a steady adherence to his own schemes,” an instructor noted, adding with puzzlement, “but there was something in his manners and deportment which attracted the reverence and respect of his companions.”

In 1745, Cook ceased his formal schooling and left the farm for good. There was a curious symmetry between his flight from home and his father’s flight from Scotland thirty years previously. For a second Jacobite Rebellion was then raging across the border in Scotland, and even spreading into England. Cook—father and son—ignored the rebellion. But the ongoing Jacobite struggle neatly bookended the individual struggles of father and son for personal independence and self-actualization.

Along the dirt donkey paths of North Yorkshire, seventeen-year-old James walked east to the cobbled streets of Staithes, a small fishing village with a reputation as a smuggler’s haven. Apprenticing informally as a shop boy to Thomas Skottowe’s brother-in-law, the brooding William Sanderson, Cook spent his days stocking shelves, slicing slabs of cheese and bacon, and weighing herring. The shop was gloomy and damp, blasted by winter gales. A North Sea chill and the taste of salt air swirled about. The shop was also right on the ocean, so close, in fact, that Sanderson would surrender the shop to the sea in late 1745 and build another only slightly back off the water. That proximity to the ocean slowly eroded Cook’s yearning to become a grocer and increased his desire to chase adventure. Slowly, the sea claimed the impressionable young man.

In the afternoons Cook listened to herring fishermen as they leaned on the shop’s counter, describing their day at sea. Hands gnarled, backs broad, faces leathery from wind and sun, the coarse men spun yarns about North Sea gales, the rocky English coastline, and the mysteries of life beyond sight of land. Enigmatically, they also sprinkled their conversation with complex references to the workings of sun and stars and currents.

At night Cook slept beneath that same counter. He pored over books on mathematics, geography, and astronomy by candlelight, trying to learn between those pages what Staithes’s fishermen had learned through life experience. Cook studied with focus, ignoring anything unrelated to the sea, including grammar, literature, and spelling.

And so it went for a seemingly wasted but hugely formative year. Cook lived in the store’s vacuum, studying by night and stealing flirtatious glances at the ocean by day. Without his noticing, two symbolic connections between the outside world and his own life passed in that time. The first was the death, on October 19, 1745, of the man who had redefined adventure, Gulliver’s Travels’ Jonathan Swift. Cook would not only come to exemplify the word, but live a series of adventures that made Gulliver’s pale.

The second incident was the death in April 1746 of the Jacobite cause that had brought about Cook’s English birth. After a series of brilliant attacks, Bonnie Prince Charlie and his forces of the second Jacobite uprising were defeated a hundred miles short of London and their goal of putting a Catholic back on the British throne. King George II, a German who had been placed on the throne of England to maintain Protestant dominance, and who spoke fractured English with a guttural German accent, remained in charge. Call it historical irony, call it coincidence, but shortly thereafter Cook fled Sanderson’s shop. It was September 1746. The time had come for Cook to begin his life of adventure.

Throwing his few belongings over his shoulder, Cook began hiking south along the cliff-studded coastline to Whitby and the office of John Walker, a prominent Quaker who owned a fleet of cargo ships and a man who would become Cook’s next surrogate father. Cook planned to ask Walker for a job...