CHAPTER VII 



DREAMS OF LIBERTY 



T midnight after the burial, we raised the 



volcanic fire of Mauna Loa dead ahead. 



Sailors declare that a gale always follows 

 a death at sea and the wind that night blew hard. 

 But we cracked on sail and next morning we 

 were gliding in smooth water along the shore of 

 the island of Hawaii with the great burning 

 mountain towering directly over us and the 

 smoke from the crater swirling down through 

 our rigging. 



We loafed away three pleasant weeks among 

 the islands, loitering along the beautiful sea 

 channels, merely killing time until Captain 

 Shorey should arrive from San Francisco by 

 steamer. Once we sailed within distant view of 

 Molokai. It was as beautiful in its tropical ver- 

 idure as any of the other islands of the group. 



