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rises in an amphitheatre, planted with tarro- 

 root, sugar-cane, and banana, and the view to 

 landward is bounded by precipitous mountains 

 invading the clouds, and thickly overgrown 

 with fine trees. In this beautiful panorama we 

 see at once that the island of Wahu deserves 

 the appellation it has acquired, — of the garden 

 of the Sandwich Islands. 



As we approached the harbour, I made the 

 usual signal for a pilot, and we soon after saw 

 a boat of European construction making to- 

 wards us ; it was rowed by two naked Kana- 

 chas, as the lower class of people are here 

 called, the pilot sitting at the rudder in an 

 European dress. When he came on board, I 

 recognised him for the Englishman, Alexander 

 Adams, who on my former voyage in the 

 Rurik had commanded the ship Kahumanna, 

 belonging to King Tameamea ; he was now 

 chief pilot. The wind did not immediately 

 allow us to run into the harbour, but in a few 

 hours it became favourable, and our skilful pilot 

 guided us safely through the intricacies of its 

 narrow entrance. Our ship was the largest that 



