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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The Animal Is
Very Gentle, And Companionable, And I Dislike To Spur Him; Besides,
He Seems Insensible To It; So
The last time I tried Rarey's plan,
and bringing his head quite round, twisted the bridle round the horn
of
The saddle, so that he had to turn round and round for my
pleasure, rather than to indulge his own temper, a process which
will, I hope, conquer him mercifully.
But in consequence of these battles, and a halt which I made, as
now, for no other purpose than to enjoy my felicitous circumstances,
the sun was sinking in a mist of gold behind Mauna Loa long before I
reached the end of my day's journey. It was extremely lovely. A
heavy dew was falling, odours of Eden rose from the earth, colours
glowed in the sky, and the dewiest and richest green was all round.
It was eerie, but delightful. There were several gulches to cross
after the sun had set, and a silence, which was almost audible,
reigned in their leafy solitudes. It was quite dark when I reached
the trail which dips over the great pali of Laupahoehoe, 700 feet in
height; but I found myself riding carelessly down what I hardly
dared to go up, carefully and in company, four months before. But
whatever improvement time has made in my health and nerves, it has
made none in this wretched zoophyte village.
Leading Kahele, I groped about till I found the house of the widow
Honolulu, with whom I had lodged before, and presently all the
natives assembled to stare at me. After rubbing my horse and
feeding him on a large bundle of ti leaves that I had secured on the
road, I took my own meal as a spectacle. Two old crones seized on
my ankles, murmuring lomi, lomi, and subjected them to the native
process of shampooing. They had unrestrained curiosity as to the
beginning and end of my journey. I said "Waimea, Hamakua," when
they all chorused, "Maikai;" for a ride of forty miles was not bad
for a wahine haole. I said, "Wai, lio," (water for the horse), when
they signified that there was only some brackish stuff unfit for
drinking.
In spite of the garrulous assemblage, I was asleep before eight, and
never woke till I found myself in a blaze of sunshine this morning,
and in perfect solitude. I got myself some breakfast, and then
looked about the village for some inhabitants, but found none,
except an unhappy Portuguese with one leg, and an old man who looked
like a leper, to whom I said, "Ko" (cane) "lio" (horse), exhibiting
a rial at the same time, on which he cut me a large bundle, and I
sat on a stone and watched Kahele as he munched it for an hour and a
half.
It was very hot and serene down there between those palis 700 and
800 feet high. The huts of the village were all shut, and not a
creature stirred. The palms above my head looked is if they had
always been old, and there was no movement among their golden
plumes. The sea itself rolled shorewards more silently and lazily
than usual. An old dog slept in the sunshine, and whenever I moved,
by a great effort, opened one eye. The man who cut the cane fell
asleep on the grass. Kahele ate as slowly as if he had resolved to
try my patience, and be revenged on me for my conquest of him
yesterday, and his heavy munching was the only vital sound. I got
up and walked about to assure myself that I was awake, saddled and
bridled the horse, and mounted the great southward pali, thankful to
reach the breeze and the upper air in full possession of my
faculties, after the torpor and paralysis of the valley below.
Never were waters so bright or stretches of upland lawns so joyous
as to-day, or the forest entanglements so entrancing. The beautiful
Eugenia malaccensis is now in full blossom, and its stems and
branches are blazing in all the gulches, with bunches of rose-
crimson stamens borne on short spikelets.
HILO. HAWAII, May 24th.
Once more I am in dear beautiful Hilo. Death entered my Hawaiian
"home" lately, and took "Baby Bell" away, and I miss her sweet
angel-presence at every turn; but otherwise there are no changes,
and I am very happy to be under the roof of these dear friends
again, and indeed each tree, flower, and fern in Hilo is a friend.
I would not even wish the straggling Pride of India, and over-
abundant lantana, away from this fairest of the island Edens. I
wish I could transport you here this moment from our sour easterly
skies to this endless summer and endless sunshine, and shimmer of a
peaceful sea, and an atmosphere whose influences are all cheering.
Though from 13 to 16 feet of rain fall here in the year the air is
not damp. Wet clothes hung up in the verandah even during rain, dry
rapidly, and a substance so sensitive to damp as botanical paper
does not mildew.
I met Deborah on horseback near Onomea, and she told me that the
Austins were expecting me, and so I spent three days very pleasantly
with them on my way here.
I.L.B.
That old Kilauea has just come in, and has brought the English mail,
and a United States mail, an event which sets Hilo agog. Then for a
few hours its still, drowsy life becomes galvanized, and people
really persuade themselves that they have something to do, and all
the foreigners write letters hastily, or add postscripts to those
already written, and lose the mail, and rush down frantically to the
beach to send their late letters by favour of the obliging purser.
The mail to-day was an event to me, as it has brought your long-
looked-for letters.
LETTER XXVII.
HILO.
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