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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Some Of My Photographs Of Some Of Our Eminent Literary And
Scientific Men Were Lying On The Table, And The
King in looking at
them showed a surprising amount of knowledge of what they had
written or done, quite entitling
Him to unite in Stanley's
"Communion of Educated Men." I had previously asked him for his
signature for my autograph collection, and he said he had composed a
stanza for me which he thought I might like to have in addition. He
called with it on the following afternoon, apologising for his
dress, a short jacket and blue trowsers, stuffed into boots
plastered with mud up to the knees. I was surprised when he asked
me if the lines were correctly spelt, for he speaks English
remarkably well. They are simply a kind wish, unaffectedly
expressed.
HILO. HAWAII, Feb. 26.
"Wheresoe'er thou may'st roam,
Wheresoe'er thou mak'st thy home,
May God thy footsteps guide,
Watch o'er thee and provide.
This is my earnest prayer for thee,
Welcome, stranger, from over the sea."
LUNALILO R.
It startles one sometimes to hear American vulgarisms uttered in his
harmonious tones. The American admiral and generals had just
arrived from the volcano, stiff, sore, bruised, jaded, "done," and
the king said, "I guess the Admiral's about used up." He is really
remarkably attractive, but I am sorry to observe a look of
irresolution about his mouth, indicative of a facility of
disposition capable of being turned to the worst account. I think
from what I have heard that the Hawaiian kings have fallen victims
rather to unscrupulous foreigners, than to their own bad instincts.
My last day has been taken up with farewell visits, and I finish
this on board the "Kilauea." Miss Karpe and I had to ride two
miles, to a point at which it was possible to embark without risk, a
heavy surf having for three weeks rendered it impossible for loaded
boats to communicate with the shore at Hilo. My clothes were soaked
when we reached the rocks, and Upa, very wet, carried us into a wet
whale-boat, with water up to our ancles, which brought us over a
heavy sickening swell into this steamer, which is dirty as well as
wet. I told Upa to lead my mare, and ride his own horse, but the
last I saw of him was on the mare's back, racing a troop of natives
along the beach. {215}
I.L.B.
LETTER XV.
WAIMEA. HAWAII.
There is no limit to the oddities of the steam-ship "Kilauea." She
lay rolling on the Hilo swell for two hours, and two hours after we
sailed her machinery broke down, and we lay-to for five hours, in
what they here call a heavy gale and sea. It was a miserable night.
No privacy: the saloon both hot and wet, almost every one sick. I
lay in my berth in my soaked clothes watching the proceedings of a
gigantic cockroach, and listening, not without amusement, to the
awful groans of a Chinaman, and a "rough customer" from California,
who occupied the next berths.
In the middle of the night the water came in great dashes through
the skylight upon the table, and soon the saloon was afloat to the
depth of from four to six inches. When the "Kilauea" rolled, and
the water splashed in simultaneously, we were treated to vigorous
"douches" in our berths, which soon saturated the pillows,
mattresses, and our clothing. One sea put out the lamp, and a
ship's lantern, making "darkness visible," was swung in its stead.
In an English ship there would have been a great fuss and a great
flying about of stewards, or pretence of mending matters, but when
the passengers shouted for our good steward, the serene creature
came in with a melancholy smile on his face, said nothing, but
quietly sat down on the transom, with his bare feet in the water,
contemplating it with a comic air of helplessness. Breakfast, of
course, could not be served, but a plate was put at one end of the
table for the silent old Scotch captain, who tucked up his feet and
sat with his oilskins and sou'-wester on, while the charming
steward, with trousers rolled up to his knees, waded about,
pacifying us by bringing us excellent curry as we sat on the edges
of our berths, and putting on a sweetly apologetic manner, as if
penitent for the gross misbehaviour of the ship. Such a man would
reconcile me to far greater discomfort than that of the "Kilauea."
I wonder if he is ever unamiable, or tired, or perturbed?
The next day was fine, and we were all much on deck to dry our
clothes in the sun. The southern and leeward coasts of Hawaii as
far as Kawaaloa are not much more attractive than coal-fields.
Contrasted with the shining shores of Hilo, they are as dust and
ashes; long reaches of black lava and miles of clinkers marking the
courses of lava-flows, whose black desolation and deformity nature,
as yet, has done almost nothing to clothe. Cocoa-nut trees usually,
however, fringe the shore, but were it not for the wonderful colour
of the ocean, like liquid transparent turquoise, revealing the coral
forests shelving down into purple depths, and the exciting proximity
of sharks, it would have been wearisome. After leaving the bay
where Captain Cook met his death, we passed through a fleet of
twenty-seven canoes, each one hollowed out of the trunk of a single
tree, from fifteen to twenty-five feet long, about twenty inches
deep, hardly wide enough for a fat man, and high and pointed at both
ends. On one side there is an outrigger formed of two long bent
sticks, to the outer ends of which is bound a curved beam of light
wood, which skims along the surface of the water, rendering the
canoe secure from an upset on that side, while the weight of the
outrigger makes an upset on the other very unlikely.
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