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stage connection between the Volcano 

 House and Pahala, a plantation on the 

 south shore of the island, was inter- 

 rupted. After frantic efforts to make 

 our meaning clear through the telephone 

 to sundry Chinese and Hawaiians in 

 Pahala, we at last got the ear of a 

 kind-hearted white man who promised 

 us a team and driver to take us down. 

 We thought our troubles ended, but the 

 next morning found us, three women 

 with a trunk of collecting supplies, 

 occupying a stage drawn by a white 

 horse and a black mule and driven by 

 a native boy of about eighteen years. 

 At first the road was not very bad, 

 but inside of a few miles it became fright- 

 ful, and cannot be adequately described. 

 We were in a most ludicrous situation, 

 had it not been so dangerous. Never 

 were all four wheels on a level. A 

 front wheel would pass over a large 



