TIME AND CHANGE 
in the horizon marked the place of Oahu. The 
ocean rose in the vast horizon and blended with the 
sky. The eye could not tell where one ended and the 
other began. 
The mules had had a comfortable night in a rude 
stone stable against the rocks, and were more eager 
to hit the down trail than were we. The descent 
proved more fatiguing than the ascent, the con- 
stant plunging motion of the animals’ shoulders 
being a sore trial. We dropped down through the 
belt of clouds that had begun to form, and out into 
the grassy region of the singing skylarks, past herds 
of grazing cattle, and at noon were again at Idle- 
wild, resting our weary limbs and comforting the 
inner man. 
In the afternoon Mr. Aiken drove us back to his 
home farm, where we again passed a very pleasant 
night. In the morning I walked with him through 
his pineapple plantation. It was a new kind of farm- 
ing and fruit-growing to me. I forget now how 
many hundred thousand plants his field contained. 
They are set and cultivated much as cabbage is 
with us, but present a strangely stiff and forbidding 
aspect. The first cutting is when the plants are 
about eighteen months old, one large solid apple 
from each plant. The second crop is called the 
“raggoon” crop, and yields two apples from each 
plant, but smaller and less valuable than the first. 
The field is then reset. I also walked with Mr. 
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