TIME AND CHANGE 
our ship soon found its way, and the monotony of 
the vast, unpeopled sea was quickly succeeded by 
human scenes of the most varied and animated 
character, not the least novel of which were the 
swarms of half-amphibious native boys who sur- 
rounded the vessel as she lay at the wharf, and 
with brown, upturned faces and beckoning hands 
tempted the passengers to toss dimes into the 
water. As the coins struck the surface they would 
dive with the ease and quickness of seals, and seize 
the silver apparently before it had gone a yard 
toward the bottom. Holding the coins up to view 
between the thumb and finger, they would slip 
them into their mouths and solicit more. 
On shore we were greeted with the music of the 
Royal Hawaiian Band, and a motley crowd of 
Hawaiians, Japanese, Chinese, Portuguese, and 
Americans, bearing colored leis, or wreaths of 
flowers, which they waved at friends on board, and 
with which they bedecked them as soon as they 
came off the gangplank. It was a Babel of tongues 
in which the strange, vowel-choked language of the 
Hawaiians was conspicuous. 
Honolulu is a beautiful city, clean, bright, well 
ordered, and well appointed, — electric lights, good 
streets, electric cars, fine hotels and clubs, excel- 
lent fire protection, mountain water, libraries, parks, 
handsome buildings, attractive homes, — in fact, all 
that we boast of in our home cities. Embosomed in 
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