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mountain. Its climate is so delicious that one writer 

 uses this language in its description, which no one who 

 has visited the place will consider exaggerated : " A 

 man feels years younger, and he is almost tempted to 

 wish he were a child again, so that he might chase the 

 butterfly from flower to flower. He wanders among 

 whole groves of the rose and blood geranium, towering 

 to a height of four to seven feet, breathing forth almost 

 celestial odors. He stretches forth his hands and plucks 

 a peach so luscious and blooming that it seems an act 

 of violence to deface it by eating. The pure dew drops 

 are pendant from every bough, and these delicate tears 

 of night drop upon your drapery, hands, hair and 

 cheeks, with all the sweetness of a lover's kiss. Think 

 of this before breakfast ! while thousands in our cities 

 are buried in sleep — and in the month of May." 



In regard to hospitality the same writer, " Sandwich 

 Island Notes by a Haole " has these remarks, which 

 may appropriately be introduced here : " I was deeply 

 sensible of the kindness of the foreign residents to the 

 traveler before leaving Makawao. ISTo matter how far a 

 man has traveled in the course of a day, nor how rude 

 his externals may be, the welcome he receives by the 

 family of a foreigner he never forgets. This generous 

 spirit is rife both in missionary and lay families. The 

 parlor is scrupulously neat and clean. The table cov- 

 ered with linen of a snowy whiteness, and supplied with 

 plain and good cheer for the inner man. Night covers 

 that dwelling with its dark wings. You are shown to 

 a sleeping apartment where the bed drapery rivals the 

 whiteness of winter's snows, its fine sheets have been 

 spread for your special comfort. You would not change 

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