 Remember a hallmark card when you will carry enough to send the very best. Let's bring you a true story from the life of Captain James Cook. On the hallmark hall, this English host, Mr. Lionel Barrymore. Ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Hallmark Hall of Fame. Tonight, the true story of the violent and tragic climates in the career of a quiet, shy naval officer. He rose from the ranks to become the greatest navigator in history and to fill in more of the blank spots on the map of this earth than any other man since the beginning of time. His name, post-Captain James Cook Royal Navy. Now here's Frank Goss. You can say Merry Christmas in the very merriest way. You can wish Christmas joy in words of reverence and faith. With a hallmark card that says what you want to say, just the way you want to say it. And the familiar hallmark and crown on the back of your Christmas cards tells your friends too that you will carry enough to send the very best. Lionel Barrymore appears by arrangement with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, producers of the color picture Athena and starring Jane Powell, Edmund Purdom, Debbie Reynolds, and Victor Mone. And now, Mr. Barrymore brings you our true story from the life of Captain James Cook on the Hallmark Hall of Fame. The Central Pacific in this January of 1779 is no better chartered than the Milky Way. This island called no more familiar landscape than the face of the moon. But to the cruelest magistorship resolution, the landfall is more or less routine. In the two-and-a-half years since leaving Plymouth Dockside, they've grown accustomed to this coming out in morning to find anchorage on an unknown coast in an unmapped sea. Bring in the twat the wind if you please, Mr. Bly. Aye, sir, for Lieutenant Williamson in the shore party. Aye, aye, sir. What's that, sir? Huh? Oh, I didn't see you, Lieutenant. You want something? Discovery's acknowledged our signal, sir. She's standing by for further instructions. Hmm. Thank you, Lieutenant. Aye, aye, sir. Captain Cook, sir. Yeah? This is the island with the volcano, isn't it? The one the natives call O-Y-E. That's right. It's beautiful, isn't it, sir? Like a paradise. I mean, after all those months up in the Aleutians and the Bering Strait and the ice pack, coming back here to the Sandwich Islands, even though we've never been to this particular island before. I guess nobody has, but it's almost like, well... Like coming home, Lieutenant Bernie? Yes, sir. But how did you... I mean... Oh, when I was your age, Mr. Bernie, I was ambitious. I dreamed of becoming an officer in the Royal Navy. I even dreamed of leaving my mark on history. And you have, sir. Why, your second voyage alone filled in more of the map than any since Columbus. And when I returned to London, my wife was an acquaintance, my children's strangers. And so I accepted the command at the Greenwich Naval Hospital. And six months later, I volunteered to make this voyage. I was homesick for the Pacific. I'll be in my cabin, Mr. Bernie. Lieutenant Williamson should be ashore by now. Send him to me as soon as he returns. Aye, aye, sir. I wish I'd had the shore party, sir. What sort of men are there, I wonder, who live in paradise? Oh! Polynesians, I fancy, Mr. Bernie. Like the Tahitians? Yes, more or less. You think they'll be friendly, then? Poor men are friendly, Mr. Bernie. If you are their friend... Those were gunshots, sir. Lieutenant Williamson must have found trouble on the beach. Or brought it. Hoist signal for the shore party to return at once. Aye, aye, sir. Perhaps it was only some sort of signal between the boats or a mistake of some sort. Quite possibly, Lieutenant. A fatal mistake. This mob of savages seized our boat and lifted it bodily out of the water. We recalled on them to desist, banged at their knuckles with our oars. In this one chap, a big fellow practically a giant seemed to be their leader. I pointed my musket at him and when he tried to wrench it out of my hands, naturally I fired both barrels. Reston grabbed up the corpse and ran yelling into the woods. After all, sir, what would you have done in my place? Better, I trust. Lieutenant, you're aware of my order that one barrel of each gun is to be loaded with harmless bird-shot and that the other will be fired only in case of dire peril. It was an ugly-looking brute, evil, murderous. I suppose it didn't occur to you that these natives might merely have been helping you to beat your craft? Well, sir, I see no point in taking chances with a pack of howling savages. Don't you? Mr. Williamson, naval law would permit me to have you keel-hauled and flogged for disobedience of orders. Model law would compel me to hang you from the yard on as a murderer. A murderer? What? Why, sir, that's absurd. Is it? You killed a man, I believe? Well, he wasn't a man, sir. He was a native, a savage. Not as though he was civilized. Civilized. Mr. Williamson, I've sailed the Pacific from the southern ice-cap to the Arctic Circle from the barrier reef to the Bering Strait. I've seen the people of it. I, and lived among them. Myerys, Tongans, Australians, Eskimo, headhunters, cannibals, all the rest of it. And I have yet to see starving men ignored as on the London streets, nor children beaten as in a Chelsea workhouse. I, nor human beings living so much like beasts as those who inhabit the fossils of the Royal Navy. Civilization of yours, Lieutenant, I find somewhat relative. All right, Mr. Williamson, we're going ashore. We're just captain at the edge of the wood. Must be hundreds of them just standing there. Yes, chiefs among them. They'd be the ones in the feather cloaks. Why don't they move or shout or something, sir? Why do they just stand there? I'm going to wade in. Remain in the boats. You're not far without orders. But captain, you can't go on to that beach alone, sir. Grass and uncooked pork are better than being the main... That chap over there looks as though he'd prefer me roasted and sliced. Mr. Burnett. Yes, sir? What do you make of this land? It's a little Tahitian, sir. Same route, I fancy. Can you follow it? I can try, sir. He's the one called Kamehameha, isn't he? Yes, sir. He means the lonely one. He's some sort of relative to their chief king. Bar sinister, I gather. He seems to be telling a legend, sir. Lono, God of the New Year, sailed into the sunrise when the mountain was young. New Year? It seems he was supposed to return on a floating island with tall trees carried by white wings across the sea and, behold, the island has come into the bay. And, behold, this day is the day of the New Year. Incredible, sir. A lucky coincidence. Perhaps. But playing gods is no easy task, Mr. Burnett. I find it difficult enough to be a man. You'd have to go through with it, won't you, sir? I mean, there might be trouble if you didn't. It'd be too hard to convince, sir. After all, they're pretty primitive. No, that's just it. They're not. That's a complex society I've met in the whole Pacific. Captain, men who turn a passing stranger into a god. What kind of civilization can they have? It occurred in ours, Mr. Burnett. Really, sir? What happened? We crucified him. In just a moment, we'll bring you the second act of the Hallmark Hall of Fame. This year, wouldn't you like to have your Christmas cards imprinted with your name, addressed and ready to mail weeks before Christmas? Well, you can. This week, stop at a fine store where Hallmark cards are featured. You'll find a larger-than-ever selection of Hallmark Christmas cards. You can make your choice unhurriedly, comfortably, from the Hallmark Christmas albums. You may well prefer the new Hallmark Slim Jims, longer, slender cards that capture in a contemporary design the full, old-fashioned spirit of Christmas. 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Meanwhile, Captain James Cook walked the beach of the Alakua Bay, an unwilling gond. A holding door knock on a cacani. It is not given many men to speak the words of gods. Tell Colony O'Poole that among friends the eyes and the heart speak but one time. Make a mucka, a make a poo-way. Give a loud, lay mucko. In a aikani ear. No kia ha, ka pe pe hi i a maki. Kia haumana o Colony O'Poole. If Lono is a friend to Colony O'Poole, why did Lono's warrior kill one of Colony O'Poole's people? Tell the king that, that I have great sorrow for this. Kamayamaya. The one who was responsible did not understand that we were friends. He was afraid. Tell your king I am their friend. Tell him that all men are brothers. I believe that. The heli, O'Lolo, ua lui lo. Colony O'Poole speaks that our trees are few and the needs of Lono great. You will have the posts set before the temple pulled from the sand and given to the warriors of Lono. I thank the king. But I would not destroy the beauty of this place. Let the temple stand for soon we must continue on our mission. A'ole, a'ohu pa'u. I kia i wa'i. Colony O'Poole lo. A'ole ha'aku o Lono. Some among us that Lono was not a god but a man like other men. It is not truth. We have heard your gentle words and seen your ways with our people. It is true, Lono. You are our god. Hi, sir. We've been in the Pacific for nearly three years, captain. We took a fancy to this high living. We're only men after all. We've been in. We have no right to invade their world. Rob them. Lono the god. But the food cutting their trees heavy with unripe crop to patch a ship's side. Now, because of us, they'll be famine on that island, Lieutenant. And soon. Think you, they'll reverence the name of Lono when that happens. But it couldn't be helped, sir. We had to do it. No, if we'd have finished it otherwise. No, it's given to few men to walk as gods. What are you doing, repeat? Keep up a nightmare. Empty and yet everywhere eyes staring at us from the jungle, the rocks. When our working parties go ashore, the natives disappear. What's happened, captain? Perhaps they've already discovered our clay feet, Mr. Burnin. It's not just one thing. It's everything. Ever since we went ashore this morning. Thefts, for instance. Thefts? I know we've been traveled with pilferage but nothing serious so far. An axe, a pair of hammers, some line. But it slows the work. We'd give them what they wanted of the things. Why should they steal from it? Perhaps we've lost our immunity, our god-like immunity. A signal from Discovery, captain. Oh, thank you, Mr. Bly. Trouble, captain? Discovery's longboat has been stolen during the night. A longboat? Well, what will we do, captain? The natives must know we can't ignore that. Right. Hold all working parties aboard, Mr. Bly. Lieutenant Williamson. Aye, aye, sir. Perform a squad of Marines and ready a boat. Aye, aye, sir. I gather, captain, that you intend a show of force. No, lieutenant. I intend a show of faith. Of plenty. On our sands he has left want. In this they have anger. Lonel is the god of love. But his men have taught us hate. In this they have anger. Tell them that I return only because of the storm. That I will bring no evil. We will take no food. We seek only to repair our mast and then we will leave. Had Lonel the god, no power over the storm. Lonel has a mission to perform. It's for the good of many, many people from a land far away from here. Then Lonel must go to them at once. There is anger between our people and fear. There is no anger between Kalani and Lonel and no fear. Let the king come to the ship of Lonel and let them feast together that or shall know what is in our hearts. Ali, no ya no i no ho ko moana, no awo. I kill all alone illoko kapu'u wa'i. Lonelilako, for you know. The love of Lonel is in the heart of Kalani but he is not a god but only unto his people but only a king. Their will must be his will. His heart would go with Lonel. His feet must follow the path of his people. It cannot be as Lonel asks. Here sir, the men can't level their muskets. I get them back to the surf, form a line by the boats. Aye sir. What about the old king? Shall we escort him? No. I'd like to kill some of these people. Aye sir. Well, he's... all of my children. You go with the other men, Lieutenant. I'll join you at the longboat. But sir, I want to tell Kamehameha. Yes sir. He is Lonel. Not a god. I am a man as he is a man. Tell him I'd hope to bring. Tell him I failed as other men have failed. For this, I am deeply sorry. I cannot tell him these things, Lonel. For they are not true. Among many men, you are of God. And so I shall always believe. Go now, before my people's anger overcomes them. Goodbye Kamehameha. We did see, I think, it was his home. He was not a... I'd like to tell you more about the new hallmark advent cards. The 24 day cards that have never before been made in America. Each hallmark advent card is designed with 24 little door-like openings, cleverly disguised to be lifted up one each day during the advent season from December 1st to Christmas Eve. Each little lift up reveals a new picture or verse. Some of these hallmark advent cards tell of the first Christmas with beautiful biblical paintings and scriptures unfolding the story day by day. What an unforgettable way to teach children of Christ's birth. Another hallmark advent card shows in a map of 24 hidden pictures all the Christmas customs around the world. And one card is a stand-up house with windows you peek into each day to see and read of the night before Christmas. These large, intricately designed cards are a completely new delight for youngsters and for adults too. They bring more meaning and anticipation to the Christmas season. You can read the interesting story of these hallmark advent cards in the current issue of Coronet Magazine. You can see them now on display at the fine stores that feature hallmark cards. Hallmark advent cards should be mailed in November, so make your choice soon. And now here is Lionel Barrymore. You know, Frank, while you were describing those new hallmark advent cards, I was reminded of some words Cicero once wrote. He said, not only is there art in doing a thing, but there is also a certain art in teaching it. Well, that's it. Art in teaching. And it seems to me these new advent cards, while reminding us of the true joys of Christmas, make it easier for parents to teach their children about the spiritual significance of the season. Well, next week we'll bring you the true story of an amazing man. A 17th century doctor whose name was William Harvey and we'll welcome back a dear friend, Mr. Herbert Marshall as our star. And you know next Tuesday something very significant takes place. Election day. Voting is not only a privilege of every citizen, but it's always duty. Only if every voter cast a ballot can public servants have certain knowledge that their actions reflect the world people. Be sure you vote next Tuesday. Until next Sunday then when our star will be Herbert Marshall this is Lionel Barrymore saying good night. It's a great card when you carry enough to send the very best. Our producer directors, William Prug are stripped by Robert Libet. Ben White was heard as Captain James Cook. Patriotess Kamehameha was Mel Mana. Others heard in our cast were Edgar Barrier, Richard Peele, Jack Moyles, Larry Dubkin and John K. Bright. Next Sunday an exciting story of Daniel Boone will be told on the Hallmark Hall of Fame on television. This is Frank Goss saying good night to you until next week at the same time. Stay from the life of William Harvey starring Herbert Marshall. The following week an exciting incident from the life of Dr. Rebecca Lee Dorsey starring Helen Hayes on the Hallmark Hall of Fame.