HOLIDAYS IN HAWAII 
lava-beds we traveled over testify, and it will 
probably boil over again. It has been unusually 
active these last few years. 
About nine o’clock we rode back, facing a cold, 
driving mist, the back of each rider, protected by 
the shining yellow “slickers,”’ glowing to the one 
behind him, in the volcano’s light, till we were a 
mile or more away. 
The next morning came clear, and the sight of the 
mighty slope of Mauna Loa, lit up by the rising sun, 
was a grand spectacle. It looked gentle and easy of 
ascent, wooded here and there, and here and there 
showing broad, black streaks from the lava over- 
flows at the summit in recent years; but remember- 
ing that it was nearly four thousand feet higher than 
Haleakala, I had no desire to climb it. This moun- 
tain and its companion, Mauna Kea, are the high- 
est island mountains in the world. 
The stage rolled us back through the fern forest 
to the railway station and thence on to Hilo again, 
where in good time, in the afternoon, we went 
aboard the steamer; and the next morning we were 
again in the harbor of Honolulu, glad we had made 
the inter-island trip, and above all glad that we had 
seen Haleakala. 
