Seven weeks in Hawaii, by an American girl . uch of its charm. Crossing King Street I entered the Capitol Build-ino which, before the annexation, was the home ofthe Hawaiian sovereigns and was called lolani Pal-ace. I visited the throne-rooin, where the ex-Queenstood trial for treason, and on the second floor wasshown a room in the corner of the building where in1895 she spent eight months as a prisoner. Shesays that it was here and at that time that she tran-scribed the beautiful little song called Aloha Oc(Farewell to Thee). The building contains manyhistorical paintings and the palace groun
Seven weeks in Hawaii, by an American girl . uch of its charm. Crossing King Street I entered the Capitol Build-ino which, before the annexation, was the home ofthe Hawaiian sovereigns and was called lolani Pal-ace. I visited the throne-rooin, where the ex-Queenstood trial for treason, and on the second floor wasshown a room in the corner of the building where in1895 she spent eight months as a prisoner. Shesays that it was here and at that time that she tran-scribed the beautiful little song called Aloha Oc(Farewell to Thee). The building contains manyhistorical paintings and the palace grounds include asquare block, which is used as a public park. About noon I reached Laniakca, a most romanticspot in the very heart of the downtown district. Thisold homestead, that has by some miraculous provi-dence escaped the fate of modernization, is as itsname indicates, a Haven of Rest. where one mayenjoy a delightful lunch served by Chinese maids inOriental costumes. I entered the place by a wicket [42] S E V E X W^ E E K S IX HA W^ A I 1. Statue of Kameliameha I and its self-appointed guardian [43] SEVEN W a J^ Iv S 1 X 11 A W A I I gate and following a long narrow path reached thel)ig ramhling house with its many rooms and broadliniiiis. 1 selected a table nearest the climbing jas-mine and for some time relaxed to the peace andquiet of the spot. After lunch I wandered indoors,much interested in the splendid display of Islandnovelties and bits of art for sale there, but in the• gardens I tarried long w^here, neath old grass huts,native women were making tapa fabrics and weavinghats of lauhala leaves to sell to the malihinis. Anaged Kanaka was engaged upon hollowing out alarge poi bowl, slowly chipping the koa-z^ood blockAvith an ancient chisel. From an interpreter I learnedthat this human relic was nearly one hundred yearsold and was the famous chanter of the Islands. Fora bit of silver he was persuaded to render me a lovelegend wdiich, though weird and interesting, proved
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