. Hawaii, past and present . mpossible that a few milesof macadam road lead back to civilisation. Theonly reality is the encircling precipices. Evento speak seems an intrusion on the silence of thispredestined solitude, and the shriek of an auto-mobile horn is an abomination. In Iao also thefeeling of being on an island is gone. It is farmore as though one had penetrated some beautifuland lonely mountain range in the middle of a con-tinent. Indeed, the traveller who has been sofar afield will find that it recalls insistently oneof the beautiful valleys back of Kutais on thewarm, southern slope
. Hawaii, past and present . mpossible that a few milesof macadam road lead back to civilisation. Theonly reality is the encircling precipices. Evento speak seems an intrusion on the silence of thispredestined solitude, and the shriek of an auto-mobile horn is an abomination. In Iao also thefeeling of being on an island is gone. It is farmore as though one had penetrated some beautifuland lonely mountain range in the middle of a con-tinent. Indeed, the traveller who has been sofar afield will find that it recalls insistently oneof the beautiful valleys back of Kutais on thewarm, southern slope of the Caucasus. High on the ridge back of Puu Kukui, betweenthe Waihee and Honokohau valleys—the formeris as beautiful as Iao, but not so easy ofaccess—is a very tiny but perfect crater, Eke,by name. It was originally, of course, at thetop of a mountain, but the winds and rains ofthousands of years have carried away most of itssupport, so that it hangs now in mid-air, sus-pended on its narrow ridge, a position probably. o a;C
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