The story goes something like this. Many years ago, when Captain James Cook, a British explorer and Captain in the Royal Navy, sailed the seas he travelled towards a new land now known as Australia. The controversy here is that Captain Cook discovered Australia. This is open to debate.
In those days the ships had a look-out sailor high up on the mast, in the crow's nest, as it was called, looking out for other ships nearby and for land. When he saw land he would shout "Land Ahoy! Land Ahoy!" and the Captain would sail the ship towards it.
So this sailor, a Scotsman, Henry Baker by name, claimed that it was he who first discovered Australia and not Captain Cook; and he wanted it named after him. Because in those days, new discoveries were named either after the person who made the discovery, or the Monarch of the day: for example, Rhodesia. Victoria Falls, Straits of Magellan.
Captain Cook thought this was a half-baked idea. There is no way he would allow Australia to be named Bakerland, or Bakeland, or The Great British Bake Off, or anything to do with this impudent sailor with high ideas in life. So he locked him up in the toilet.
As the ship approached shore, Captain Cook looked on the beach with his telescope to see if this land was inhabited. To his surprise, he saw on shore a lot of creatures with short arms, and big strong legs hopping up and down to and fro. No one had seen such animals before. So he handed the telescope to his second-in-command and asked him, "What is that creature over there?"
At that very moment, Henry Baker, the Scottish sailor, woke up in the toilet, having nursed a whole bottle of whisky. He found the door locked and shouted in his broad Glasgow accent, "Ah ... Kangar ... Oot! ... Ah ... Kangar ... Oot!", meaning I cannot get out.
This sound was echoed by the other members of the crew and the second-in-command, believing that the crew knew what the creature was, said to Captain Cook, "a kangaroo!"
And that's how the kangaroo got its name.
This is a true story. If you do not believe me ask Paula "Thunder Thighs" Hillman.
I went to school with her and she told me this story. I used to carry her books to be friends with her. Ah ... the memories !!!
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Friday, 13 July 2018
How the Marsupial got his name
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Maybe you should have read those books instead of carrying them :)
ReplyDeleteVery Funny...loved it Victor~
Ah ... but carrying them got me in her good books!!!
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Good one Victor!
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Hysterical! Thanks for the laugh, Victor!
ReplyDeleteOch Aye 'Tis true. If a say so meself! Ye ken.
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Funny, Victory, thank you for spreading humour around the globe. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Bill.
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Oh so that's how the kangaroo got it's name. : ) Didn't know that.
ReplyDeletePaula Hillman told me it's true, Happyone.
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Very funny, Victor. You paint such a good picture that it is sometimes hard for me to rid my mind of the visuals spawned by your words!! LOL
ReplyDeleteWhat a kind thing to say, Terri. Thank you so much.
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Cute, Cute, CUTE! I love kangaroos … and your imagination, Victor!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your nice compliment, Mevely. Much appreciated.
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:)
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