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hardly believe it was ten thousand feet high. The 

 machine climbed easily more than half the distance 

 to Mr. Aiken s plantation, which we reached in good 

 time in the afternoon, and where we passed a very 

 enjoyable night. It was a surprise to find swarms 

 of mosquitoes at this altitude, so free from all 

 mosquito-breeding waters. But the house was well 

 protected against them. Mosquitoes, as well as flies 

 and vermin, are not native to the island. They 

 came in ships not very long ago, and are now very 

 troublesome in certain parts. They came round 

 the Horn. Mr. Aiken s house itself came round 

 the Horn seventy or eighty years ago. It is a 

 quaint, New England type of house, and has a very 

 homelike look. In front of it, near the gate, stands 

 a Japanese pine which is an object of veneration to 

 all Japanese who chance to come that way. Often 

 their eyes fill with tears on beholding it, so respon 

 sive are the little yellow men to associations of 

 home. 



In the morning Mr. Aiken drove us in a wagon to 

 a place he has called &quot; Idlewild,&quot; six miles farther 

 up the great slope of the mountain. This slope of 

 Haleakala is like a whole township, diversified with 

 farms and woods, valleys and hills, resting on its 

 elbows, so to speak, and looking out over the Pacific. 

 We could look up to the cloud-line, about seven 

 thousand feet above the sea, and occasionally get a 

 glimpse of the long line of the summit through rifts 

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