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 
moiles 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 eyery 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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