cheeks,  and  with  a big  appetite  for  breakfast,  but  no  chicken 
for  dinner. 
The  only  victim  shot  by  the  Kumuwela  campers  was  a huge 
wood  rat  that  persistently  stole  camp  provisions,  and  dis- 
turbed our  dreams.  He  was  executed  by  a single  bullet  about 
sunset,  so  we  slept  in  peace  thereafter. 
Thus  we  spent  the  summer,  tramping,  lounging,  reading, 
writing  letters,  swimming,  botanizing  and  visiting  our  neigh- 
boring cottagers  and  campers. 
The  best  of  all  our  experiences  were  the  long  tramps  over 
mountain  trails  through  the  forests  to  see  the  finest  scenery  in 
Hawaii.  None  of  the  Kumuwela  Club  will  ever  forget  the 
wonderful  views  of  Waimea  Canon  seen  at  mid-day,  at  sunset 
and  by  moonlight;  from  Echo  Rock,  Waipio  Falls  and  Lookout 
Point.  Also  will  we  remember  beautiful  glimpses  of  blue  sky, 
and  bluer  sea,  of  forest  glade,  mountain  streams,  cascades  and 
waterfalls,  gnarled  old  koas,  tangled  ferns  and  fragrant  made. 
The  most  wonderful  and  beautiful  sight  of  all  was  Kalalau 
gulch.  No  description  could  do  it  justice  or  even  give  a faint 
idea  of  its  marvelous  beauty  and  color.  I have  seen  nothing 
on  the  Hawaiian  Islands  that  compares  with  it  on  a clear 
morning.  None  of  our  party  could  forget  that  first  view,  as 
we  stood  absolutely  silent,  looking  over  the  rim,  too  much 
absorbed  in  its  beauty  to  speak.  We  looked  down  2000  feet 
below  us  into  the  violet  depths,  just  catching  a glimpse  of 
green  trees ; then  across  to  the  furrowed  emerald  walls  which 
looked  like  velvet  curtains  hung  from  the  sharp  ridges  above. 
Here  and  there  loomed  a slim  spire  or  sharp  peak  thrust  into 
the  blue  sky,  which  blended  with  the  bluer  sea  beyond.  Only 
the  white  caps  and  the  surf  revealed  the  horizon  line  and 
showed  us  where  the  sculptured  canon  wall  opened  to  the  sea. 
Through  the  haze  we  caught  a glimpse  of  shining  beach,  and 
a few  grass  houses  with  their  taro  patches  behind. 
The  centuries  of  rain  and  wind  have  carved  the  brown  lava 
rocks  into  queer  figures,  towers  and  needle-like  columns  which 
stand  out  boldly  along  the  canon  walls  and  next  to  the  sea, 
like  monuments  of  some  heroic  past. 
As  we  stood  looking,  the  fog  began  floating  in.  first  like  a 
filmy  white  veil  catching  here  and  there  on  the  sharp  points ; 
then  blowing  free  and  floating  into  the  canon.  Finally,  great 
clouds  of  fog  came  in,  rolling  over  in  great  billows  and  filling 
the  gulch  full  to  the  rim,  hiding  all  but  the  sharp  peaks  along 
the  upper  edges ; and  we  seemed  to  be  standing  on  the  edge 
of  a storm}'  sea. 
We  climbed  out  on  the  canon  wall  on  the  ridge  towards 
the  sea,  where  we  had  a fine  view  of  the  rugged  north  coast 
with  its  great  rocky  peaks  rising  perpendicularly  from  the 
edge  of  the  breakers. 
The  canon  walls  are  almost  bare,  here,  or  but  sparsely  cov- 
