HOLIDAYS IN HAWAII 



were met by another automobile, which hurried us 

 to Lahaina, where we were to meet the steamer 

 that was to convey us to Hilo, on Hawaii. I say 

 ** hurried," but before the journey of twenty-odd 

 miles was half over, we realized the truth of the old 

 adage, "The more haste, the less speed." The 

 automobile began to sulk and finally could be per- 

 suaded to go only on the low gear, and to rattle 

 along at about the speed of a man with a horse and 

 buggy. We reached Lahaina just as the boat was 

 entering the harbor. 



The next morning we found ourselves steaming 

 along past the high, verdant shores of Hawaii. For 

 fifty miles or more the land presented one unbroken 

 expanse of sugar-cane, suggesting fields of some 

 gigantic yellow-green grass. At Hilo the sun was 

 shining between brief showers, and the air was warm 

 and muggy. It is said to rain there every day in the 

 year, and the lush vegetation made the statement 

 seem credible. Judge Andrews met us at the steamer, 

 and took us to his home for rest and dinner, and was 

 extremely kind to us. 



In the mid-afternoon we took the train for 

 Glenwood, thirty miles on our way to the volcano 

 of Kilauea. A large part of the way the road leads 

 through sugar plantations, newly carved out of the 

 koa and tree-fern wilderness that originally covered 

 the volcanic soil. Clusters of the little houses of the 

 Japanese laborers, perched high above the ground 



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