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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Deborah, Then Thoroughly
Alive To A Sense Of Risk, Said That There Was Only One More Bad
Gulch To Cross Before We Reached Onomea, But It Was The Most
Dangerous Of All, And We Could Not Get Across, She Feared, But We
Might Go And Look At It.
I only remember the extreme solitude of
the region, and scrambling and sliding down a most precipitous pali,
hearing
A roar like cataract upon cataract, and coming suddenly down
upon a sublime and picturesque scene, with only standing room, and
that knee-deep in water, between a savage torrent and the cliff.
This gulch, called the Scotchman's gulch, I am told, because a
Scotchman was drowned there, must be at its crossing three-quarters
of a mile inland, and three hundred feet above the sea. In going to
Waipio, on noticing the deep holes and enormous boulders, some of
them higher than a man on horseback, I had thought what a fearful
place it would be if it were ever full; but my imagination had not
reached the reality. One huge compressed impetuous torrent, leaping
in creamy foam, boiling in creamy eddies, rioting in deep black
chasms, roared and thundered over the whole in rapids of the most
tempestuous kind, leaping down to the ocean in three grand broad
cataracts, the nearest of them not more than forty feet from the
crossing. Imagine the Moriston at the Falls, four times as wide and
fifty times as furious, walled in by precipices, and with a
miniature Niagara above and below, and you have a feeble
illustration of it.
Portions of two or three rocks only could be seen, and on one of
these, about twelve feet from the shore, a nude native, beautifully
tattooed, with a lasso in his hands, was standing nearly up to his
knees in foam; and about a third of the way from the other side,
another native in deeper water, steadying himself by a pole. A
young woman on horseback, whose near relative was dangerously ill at
Hilo, was jammed under the cliff, and the men were going to get her
across. Deborah, to my dismay, said that if she got safely over we
would go too, as these natives were very skilful. I asked if she
thought her husband would let her cross, and she said "No." I asked
her if she were frightened, and she said "Yes;" but she wished so to
get home, and her face was as pale as a brown face can be. I only
hope the man will prove worthy of her affectionate devotion.
Here, though people say it is a most perilous gulch, I was not
afraid for her life or mine, with the amphibious natives to help us;
but I was sorely afraid of being bruised, and scarred, and of
breaking the horses' legs, and I said I would not cross, but would
sleep among the trees; but the tumult drowned our voices, though the
Hawaiians by screeching could make themselves understood.
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