INTERVIEW WITH RIHORIHO, 77 
of smoke ascend, curling up among the wide- 
spreading branches of the bread-fruit tree. The 
sloping hills immediately behind, and the lofty 
mountains in the interior, clothed with verdure to 
their very summits, intersected by deep and dark 
ravines, frequently enlivened by waterfalls, or di¬ 
vided by winding valleys, terminate the delightful 
prospect. 
Shortly after coming to anchor, a boat came 
from the barge, for the chiefs on board, and I ac¬ 
companied them to the shore. 
On landing, I was kindly greeted by Keoua, 
governor of the place ; and shortly afterwards met 
and welcomed by Mr. Stewart, who was just 
returning from morning worship with Keopuolani 
and her husband. 
We waited on Rihoriho, the late king, in his 
tent. He was, as usual, neatly and respectably 
dressed, having on a suit of superfine blue, made 
after the European fashion. We were courteously 
received, and, after spending a few minutes in con¬ 
versation respecting my journey to Hawaii, and 
answering his inquiries relative to Oahu, we walked 
together about half a mile, through groves of plan¬ 
tain and sugar-cane, over a well-cultivated tract of 
land, to Mr. Butler’s establishment, in one of 
whose houses the Missionaries were comfortably 
accommodated, until their own could be erected, 
and where I was kindly received by the members 
of the Mission family. 
After breakfast I walked to the beach, and 
there learned that the king had sailed for Moro- 
kai, and that Kalakua intended to follow in the 
schooner in which she had come from Oahu. This 
obliged me to wait for the Ainoa , another native 
vessel, hourly expected at Lahaina, on her way to 
