We Met Such A
Drove Bound For Hilo, With One Or Two Men In Front And Others At The
Sides And Behind, Uttering Loud Shouts.
The bullocks are nearly mad
with being hunted and driven, and at times rush like a living
tornado, tearing up the earth with their horns.
As soon as the
galloping riders are seen and the crooked-horned beasts, you retire
behind a screen. There must be some tradition of some one having
been knocked down and hurt, for reckless as the natives are said to
be, they are careful about this, and we were warned several times by
travellers whom we met, that there were "bullocks ahead." The law
provides that the vaccheros shall station one of their number at the
head of a gulch to give notice when cattle are to pass through.
We jogged on again till we met a native who told us that we were
quite close to our destination; but there were no signs of it, for
we were still on the lofty uplands, and the only prominent objects
were huge headlands confronting the sea. I got off to walk, as my
mule seemed footsore, but had not gone many yards when we came
suddenly to the verge of a pali, about 1,000 feet deep, with a
narrow fertile valley below, with a yet higher pali on the other
side, both abutting perpendicularly on the sea. I should think the
valley is not more than three miles long, and it is walled in by
high inaccessible mountains.
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