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Relic Radio Host (0:11)
This is the Relic Radio Show, Old time radio entertainment still standing the test of time from relicradio.com.
Philip Galt / The Whisperer (0:21)
Welcome back to.
Relic Radio Host (0:22)
The Relic Radio show, your weekly hour of radio drama every Tuesday@RelicRadio.com our first story comes from the Hallmark hall of Fame. Hear the death of Captain James Cook from October 31, 1954. After that, it's the Whisperer and the fight game from August 12, 1951.
Narrator / Various Characters (including Lionel Barrymore as Host) (0:44)
Remember, a hallmark card when you care enough to send the very best. From Hollywood, the makers of Hallmark cards bring you a true story from the life of Captain James Cook on the Hallmark hall of Fame. And here is our distinguished host, Mr. Lionel Barrymore. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Hallmark hall of Fame. Tonight, the true story of the violent and tragic climax 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 and 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 cared enough to send the very best. Lionel Barrymore appears by arrangement with Metro Goldwyn Mayor, producers of the color picture Athena and starring Jane Powell, Edmund Purdom, Debbie Reynolds and Vic deone. 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 cove no more familiar landscape than the face of the moon. But to the crew of His Majesty ship 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 and mourning to find anchorage on an unknown coast in an unmapped sea. O feather, bring her athwart the wind. If you please, Mr. Bligh. Ay, sir. Back to the topsail. Look sharp now. Find the deep state. We'll heave to Mr. Bligh and wait here for Lieutenant Williamson and the shore party. Aye, aye, sir. Reach Duncan. Prepare to reach me too. Let go of the stars. Strange. It's almost as though I was coming home. What's that, sir? Huh? Oh, I didn't See you, Lieutenant. You want something? The Discovery's acknowledged our signal, sir. She's standing by for further instruction. Thank you, Lieutenant. Aye, aye, sir. Captain Cook, sir. Yeah? This is the island with a volcano, isn't it? 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 Burney. Yes, sir. But how did you. I mean, no. When I was your age, Mr. Burney, 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, by 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 strangers. And so I accepted the command of the Greenwich Naval Hospital. Six months later, I volunteered to make this voyage. I was homesick for the Pacific. I'll be in my cabin, Mr. Burney. 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 they, 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? All men are friendly, Mr. Burney, 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. And then this mob of savages seized our boat and lifted it bodily out of the water. But we called on them to desist, banged at their knuckles with our oars. And this one chap, a big fellow, practically a giant, seemed to be their leader. I pointed my musket at him, and.
