The Hawaiian Archipelago - Six Months Among The Palm Groves, Coral Reefs, And Volcanoes Of The Sandwich Islands By Isabella L. Bird
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Birds Sing In
The Morning, And The Trees Rustle Throughout The Day; But In The
Cool Evenings The Air Is Perfectly Still, And The Trickle Of A
Stream Is The Only Sound.
The house has the striking novelty of a chimney, and there is a fire
all day long in the dining-room.
I must now say a little about my hosts and try to give you some idea
of them. I heard their history from Mr. Damon, and thought it too
strange to be altogether true until it was confirmed by themselves.
{303} The venerable lady at the head of the house emigrated from
Scotland to New Zealand many years ago, where her husband was
unfortunately drowned, and she being left to bring up a large
family, and manage a large property, was equally successful with
both. Her great ambition was to keep her family together, something
on the old patriarchal system; and when her children grew up, and it
seemed as if even their very extensive New Zealand property was not
large enough for them, she sold it, and embarking her family and
moveable possessions on board a clipper-ship, owned and commanded by
one of her sons-in-law, they sailed through the Pacific in search of
a home where they could remain together.
They were strongly tempted by Tahiti, but some reasons having
decided them against it, they sailed northwards and put into
Honolulu. Mr. Damon, who was seaman's chaplain, on going down to
the wharf one day, was surprised to find their trim barque, with
this immense family party on board, with a beautiful and brilliant
old lady at its head, books, pictures, work, and all that could add
refinement to a floating home, about them, and cattle and sheep of
valuable breeds in pens on deck.
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