HOLIDAYS IN HAWAII 
Many of the residents there have been educated in 
the States. The Governor, Mr. Frear, is a gradu- 
ate of Yale; his wife is a graduate of Wellesley. One 
day a charming Southern woman, president of the 
College Club, invited us to meet the college women 
of the city. The gathering took place under the trees 
upon the lawn of one of the older homesteads. 
There were forty college women present, many of 
them teachers, from Vassar, Wellesley, Smith, Bryn 
Mawr, and Barnard. Among them were two girls 
who had visited me at my cabin, “Slabsides,” 
while they were at Vassar. 
Wide as is the world, the traveler is pretty sure 
to strike threads of relation with his home country 
wherever he goes. I made the acquaintance in 
Honolulu of a man from my own county; another, 
who showed us great kindness, was from an adjoin- 
ing county; while one day upon the street I was 
called by name by a man whom I had known as a 
boy in the town where I now live. 
One Saturday a walking-club, largely made up of 
men and women teachers, whose native Hawaiian 
name meant “Walkers in Unfrequented Places,” 
asked us to join them in a walk up Palola Valley to 
the site of an extinct crater well up in the moun- 
tains. These walkers in unfrequented places proved 
to be real walkers, and gave us all and more than we 
had bargained for — more mud and wet and slip- 
pery trails through clinging vines and rank lantana 
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