Seven weeks in Hawaii, by an American girl . lided out into the water and were lost in the dark-ness. The Captain told me that the island had noharbor, and that in this manner all passengers, freightand mail, must be landed. The boats were gone lessthan thirty minutes, bringing back with them passen-gers, freight, and mail for Hilo, and I am now inSocial Hall adding this note to my letter. P. S. No. 2.—It is a beautiful morning; the little [81] S K V K N W E K K S 1 X H A W A I I town (»t llilo lies l)ef()re iis in tlie snn, and 1 ha\-ejust taken a picture of Cocoanut Island, which is onlya po
Seven weeks in Hawaii, by an American girl . lided out into the water and were lost in the dark-ness. The Captain told me that the island had noharbor, and that in this manner all passengers, freightand mail, must be landed. The boats were gone lessthan thirty minutes, bringing back with them passen-gers, freight, and mail for Hilo, and I am now inSocial Hall adding this note to my letter. P. S. No. 2.—It is a beautiful morning; the little [81] S K V K N W E K K S 1 X H A W A I I town (»t llilo lies l)ef()re iis in tlie snn, and 1 ha\-ejust taken a picture of Cocoanut Island, which is onlya point (^f lava rock stickinsj; out of the sea and de-ri\es its name from the cocoanut trees that cover trees, whose life and growth seem to requireonly a hit of rock and salt water, interest me morethan any on the islands, with their bodies leaning andcurvini^- in every direction, leafless and bare for ahundred feet, until their palmlike top is reached withits brig-ht yellow fruit slowly swaying in the upperair like a ship at [8: SEVEN W E E K S IN HAWAII XVIII I WRITE on a table neath the loveliest vine from which hang myriads of wonderful blossoms repeat-ing in form and color the artful Chinese lantern—alittle bamboo hoop at the top, then all swelled out fatand round and closed at the bottom with a lovely silktassel! They are bright orange painted with streaksof scarlet and are called the lantern flower. I should like to linger a week at this hotel (Hilo)were it not for the rain. How it pours! But thelovely birds make it cheerful and the banks of beauti-ful ferns bordering the cool lojiais are such a joy thatone almost forgets the skies. And when the sun doesshine—O, the glory of it all, its too good to be true! I had a wonderful swim this morning in the mostheavenly lake in the world! ^Vaiwelawela, the hotsprings of Puna. This was once the royal swimmingpool and surely no regal form was ever laved insofter balm than this bubbling pool of Puna! It issituat
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