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# Off for Hawaii

Volume three in the Flag and Frontier series
OFF FOR HAWAII
OR
THE MYSTERY OF A GREAT VOLCANO
BY
CAPTAIN RALPH BONEHILL
AUTHOR OF "WHEN SANTIAGO FELL," "A SAILOR BOY WITH DEWEY," "GUN AND SLED," "RIVAL BICY- CLISTS," "YOUNG OARSMEN OF LAKEVIEW," "LEO, THE CIRCUS BOY," ETC.
NEW YORK
THE MERSHON COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1899,
BY
THE MERSHON COMPANY.
AS THE PARTY ENTERED I SAW THAT THE STRANGERS WERE SEA-FARING MEN."
PREFACE.
"Off for Hawaii" is a complete story in itself, but forms the third volume of a line of books issued under the general title of the "Flag of Freedom Series."
In the present work we have the same boy heroes who figured in "When Santiago Fell" and "A Sailor Boy with Dewey," but once again the scene is shifted, and we are taken to the Hawaiian Islands, so recently annexed to the United States, on a hunt for a pearl treasure secreted in a cave overlooking the great volcano Kilauea.
My main object in writing this tale of adventure was to acquaint American boys with some of the sights to be seen throughout Hawaii, taking in Honolulu, Wailuku, Hilo, the great volcano, and numerous other places of interest. The subject is a most fascinating one, and well worthy of a more extended description than I have given it.
It may seem to some that the adventures of the boys are overdrawn, but this is hardly a fact. Hawaii is, comparatively speaking, a new ​country, and in such a place many things will happen which do not occur in more settled territories. Nearly every nationality under the sun is represented there, and in such a mixed community it would be strange if everything was as it should be.
Again thanking my numerous friends for the cordial manner in which they have received my other books, I place this last work in their hands, trusting they will peruse it with both pleasure and profit.
                Captain Ralph Bonehill.
August 15, 1899.
CONTENTS.
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# Of their peculiar light

Of their peculiar light I keep one ray To clarify the Sight To seek them by —
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/From Canada to Liverpool, with "skedaddlers" from the Northern army

FROM CANADA TO LIVERPOOL, With “Skedaddlers” from the Northern Army.
The Grand Trunk Railway of Canada—one of the most shaky and rickety in the world—is not, at the outset, the most pleasing of routes whereby to commence a journey homewards; a train, or at least a “bullgine” (engine), running off the track being an event of quite ordinary occurrence. We arrived at Montreal on the morning of the 26th of March, well dusted, and jostled almost to death, but with appetites sharpened by the involuntary exercise which we had been taking day and night; so, in company with a “skedaddler” from a Michigan cavalry regiment, I adjourned to the Miranda “Hotel,” so called. The small bar room was crowded by a host of Lower Canadian habitants, with a sprinkling of some half-dozen chattering Frenchwomen. Hungry and tired, I entered the dining-room, a dirty little apartment about ten feet square, in which my head, albeit that of a short man, nearly touched the ceiling, while my olfactory nerves were sorely discomposed. Huge chumps of bread were distributed round the table, at one end of which was a tureen of black bean-soup, and at the other a large dish of fish, which might have been fresh a week before; so, hungry as I was, I hastily quitted the company. A few doors from the Miranda, I discovered a phlegmatic German, stout and greasy withal, busily employed in the concoction of saveloys, Bologna sausages, &c., from whom I made a few rapid purchases, with which, and a pocket-pistol in the shape of a brandy-bottle, I hurried to catch the train, then almost on the point of starting from Montreal for Island Pond.
On the way we formed some new acquaintances bound for home by the same steamer with ourselves. Among them were an old farmer and his son, on their road from the far backwoods to Dublin, to inherit an income of 700l. a year; and a veteran Irishman “skedaddling” from the New York cavalry. From Montreal to Portland (Maine) the railroad is even worse than that portion of it which traverses Canada West; and on our arrival, at midnight, at that miserable locality called Island Pond, I was black and blue. We were escorted to a dilapidated building—a perfect dog-hole, yclept an hotel; it was worse than any backwoods shanty, Irish shebeen, or under ground habitation into which I have crept in the course of my wandering life. The Yankees, ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/356 ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/357 ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/358 ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/359
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/How the Devil was baulked by a dame

Part of the series "Legends of Charlemagne's City." The introduction to these translations states that they are from stories collected by "a learned professor from Aix-la-Chapelle."
LEGENDS OF CHARLEMAGNE'S CITY.*
NO. V.—HOW THE DEVIL WAS BAULKED
BY A DAME.
Night or day tho foul fiend never rested after the trick the men of Aix had played upon him by giving him a wolf's soul instead of a man's, in return for his help with their Minster. And, cruellest cut of all, it had passed into a proverb that the men of Aix were sharper than the Devil. Nursing his wrath to keep it warm, he hit on the dark design of burying minster, palace, city, men, women, and children in one common ruin. So, one day he went to tho sea-shore, saw a great hill of sand, which just suited his purpose, put it on his back, and laughing in his sleeve, set out to crush tho city and all it contained. Panting and sweating under his burthen, he came near tho town gate called the "Pont-thor," when a breeze sprang up from the east, blew some of his sand into his eyes and nearly blinded him, so that, enveloped in a perfect simoom, ho could not find his way to the city.
Now, it so happened that a decent old woman came up on her way to market, while he was trying to get to the town. He accosted her most courteously, saying:
"Can you show me the way to Aix, good dame?"
At that very instant, by rare good luck, she caught a glimpse of the cloven foot. Most luckily, the dame had all her wits about her, for she straightway pulled out her rosary beads, and, catching their cross, made the holy sign upon the sand-hill in the twinkling of an eye. Forthwith thoe devil's power all passed away. He vanished then and there, and dropped his load so suddenly that it split in two. In memory of the good woman's cleverness, the larger mound was and is called tho Lous Berg, the Hill of Craft. Tho smaller one goes by the name of San Salvator1* Berg, St. Saviour's Hill, and a cross is erected on its summit.
That the hills had come into their present position from the sea-shore was firmly believed by the burghers of old, who would cite, as proof positive of the truth of their story, that scallops and other sea-shells, turned to stone from their long rest inland, are found bedded in the soil, while there is not a trace of them in any part of the country round.
Ever since the hills were landed in their present station the devil has let the Aix folk alone; and the clever way in which they took him in gave rise to the proverb, "De Aechen sind der Duevel ze lous," which means in their dialect," The Aix folk are craftier than the devil himself."
Tale and legend fail in fitly portraying his wrath, now that the destined instruments of his vengeance have become two smiling hills, from which the traveller views the lordly sight of City and Minster rising proudly and unharmed from the plain below. Still greater must have been his fury when one of Charlemagne's successors, Louis the Pious, built a church and monastery on St. Salvator's Berg.
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/Horses and horse copers

HORSES AND HORSE COPERS.
Every now and then some question comes on for public discussion in the most mysterious manner; it rises by imperceptible gradations, and gradually involves the newspaper and literary press in its discussion. Of late the question of the day has been that of horses. Have horses deteriorated? Is our system of handicapping leading to the production of worthless weedy animals? Is Ireland losing all her best blood? The vehemence with which these questions have been discussed shows the interest the national mind takes in them, and the wonderful diversity of opinion that is entertained upon them.
Whilst, therefore, the public attention is thus directed to the noble animal, we may perhaps be permitted to say a few words respecting them without touching the more prominent points in dispute. The Londoner, whether his avocation lies among horseflesh or not, believes he knows something about the matter, and perhaps with some reason,—for is there not a permanent horse-show in Hyde Park every season, where he sees finer specimens of the animal, and in greater numbers, than the world can show besides? Yet if you test the Londoners’ knowledge of horses, ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/469 ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/470 ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/471 ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/472 ​Page:Once a Week Jun to Dec 1864.pdf/473
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 11/Johann Zoffany

Letter to the editor in response to John Wykeham Archer's article. The full name of the person who signed it "S. R. W." is currently unknown.
# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 10/The officer

Translation of "L'officier" (1852) by Pierre-Jean de Béranger
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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 10/The old corporal

Translation of "Le vieux caporal" (1829) by Pierre-Jean de Béranger
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# Once a Week (magazine)/Series 1/Volume 10/The smelt

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# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 150

Letter CL.
To Euxitheus, Bishop of Thessalonica (and Others).
(To the same effect.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 146

Letter CXLVI.
To Anatolius, Bishop of Constantinople.
(Begging him to take precautions lest the change of Emperor should be made the occasion for fresh outbreaks of heresy.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 149

Letter CXLIX.
To Basil, Bishop of Antioch.
(Asking him to give no countenance to the demand for a new Synod.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 148

Letter CXLVIII.
To Leo Augustus.
(Thanking him for assurances made that he would guard the interests of the Church.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 151

Letter CLI.
To Anatolius, Bishop of Constantinople.
(He is to keep the church of Constantinople free from all heresy.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 145

Letter CXLV.
To Leo Augustus.
(Asking him to help the church of Alexandria in appointing a good bishop in place of the murdered Proterius.)

## Footnotes

* ↑ Marcian died in 457, and was succeeded by Leo of Thrace.
* ↑ On Marcian’s death there had been a rising, in which Proterius had been brutally murdered, and a monk named Timothy Ælurus set up in his stead.
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 147

Letter CXLVII.
To Julian, Bishop of Cos, and Aetius, the Presbyter.
(Charging him to uphold the acts of Chalcedon, and to help in choosing a good successor to Proterius.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 144

Letter CXLIV.
To Julian, Bishop of Cos.
(Speaking of rumours which have reached him of disturbances at Alexandria, and begging of him to be on the alert.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 152

Letter CLII.
To Julian, Bishop of Cos.
(Charging him to see that the preceding letters reach their destination.)
# On a Lady throwing Snow-Balls at her Lover

* On a Lady throwing Snow-Balls at her Lover
* From the Latin of Petronious Afranius
* When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw,
* I feel a fire before unknown in snow.
* E'en coldest snow I find has pow'r to warm
* My breast, when flung by Julia 's lovely arm.
* 5 T'elude love's pow'rful arts I strive in vain,
* If ice and snow can latent fires contain.
* These frolics leave: the force of beauty prove,
* With equal passion cool my ardent love. 1754
Notes
The latin poem was included into the Renaissance editions of Petronius Arbiter's Satyricon, but later it was regarded as spurious. Smart's translation was published in The Gentleman's Magazine, March 1754, p. 138 with the subtitle "From the Latin of Petronius Afranius" (Afranius — means African). However in the edition of 1791 the "Afranius" was changed into "Ascanius" (Ascanius or Iulus — was the son of Aeneas.
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# On a Lady's Writing

* "On a Lady's Writing", in Poems (1773)
* "On a Lady's Writing", in The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld (1825)
# On a Lady Weeping

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Written around 1790, first published in the collected works of 1893.
Lovely gems of radiance meek Trembling down my Laura’s cheek, As the streamlets silent glide Thro’ the Mead’s enamell’d pride, Pledges sweet of pious woe, Tears which Friendship taught to flow, Sparkling in yon humid light Love embathes his pinions bright: There amid the glitt’ring show’r Smiling sits th’ insidious Power; As some wingéd Warbler oft When Spring-clouds shed their treasures soft Joyous tricks his plumes anew, And flutters in the fost’ring dew.
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# On a Palmetto

Sidney Lanier composed this poem in Baltimore, Maryland in 1880, just a few months before he passed away. In the volume of his poems published posthumously and edited by his wife, this poem was characterized as an “unrevised pencilling.”
Through all that year-scarred agony of height, Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands His wandy circlet with his bladed bands Dividing every wind, or loud or light, To termless hymns of love and old despite, Yon tall palmetto in the twilight stands, Bare Dante of these purgatorial sands That glimmer marginal to the monstrous night. Comes him a Southwind from the scented vine, It breathes of Beatrice through all his blades, North, East or West, Guelph-wind or Ghibelline, ’Tis shredded into music down the shades; All sea-breaths, land-breaths, systol, diastol, Sway, minstrels of that grief-melodious Soul.
# On a Pair of Dice

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We are little brethren twain, Arbiters of loss and gain, Many to our counters run, Some are made, and some undone: But men find it to their cost, Few are made, but numbers lost. Though we play them tricks forever, Yet they always hope our favor.
# On a Grey Thread/Youth Insatiate

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# On a Letter

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# On a Lock of Miss Sarah Seward's Hair, Who Died in Her Twentieth Year

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# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 42

Letter XLII.
To Ravennius, Bishop of Arles.
Leo the Pope to his well-beloved brother Ravennius.
He asks him to deal with the imposture of a certain Petronianus.
We wish you to be circumspect and careful lest any blameworthy presumption should put forth undue claims: for, when it once finds an entrance by crafty stealth, it spreads itself into greater rashness in the name of the dignity it has assumed. We have learnt, on the trustworthy evidence of your clergy, that a certain wandering and vagabond Petronianus has boasted himself throughout the provinces of Gaul as our deacon, and under cover of this office is going about the various churches of that country. We desire you, beloved brother, so to check his abominable effrontery, as to disclose his imposture, by warning the bishops of the whole district, and to expel him from communion with all the Churches, lest he continue his claim. The Lord keep you safe, dearly beloved brother. Dated 26th, August, in the consulship of the illustrious Asturius and Protogenes (449).
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 46

Letter XLVI.
From Hilary, then Deacon (afterwards Bishop of Rome) to Pulcheria Augusta.
(Describing his ill-treatment, as Leo’s delegate, by Dioscorus.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 47

Letter XLVII.
To Anastasius, Bishop of Thessalonica.
(Congratulating him on being present at the synod of Ephesus.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 48

Letter XLVIII.
To Julian, Bishop of Cos.
(Consoling him after the riots at Ephesus and exhorting him to stand firm.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 5

Letter V.
To the Metropolitan Bishops of Illyricum.
(Appointing Anastasius of Thessalonica his Vicar in the province, and expressing his wishes about its government, for which see Letter VI.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 50

Letter L.
To the people of Constantinople, by the hand of Epiphanius and Dionysius, Notary of the Church of Rome.
(Exhorting them to stand firm and consoling them for Flavian’s deposition.)
# Nicene and Post-Nicene Fathers: Series II/Volume XII/Leo the Great/Letters/Letter 49

Letter XLIX.
To Flavian, Bishop of Constantinople.
(Whose death he is unaware of, promising him all the support in his power.)
# On the Basis of Morality/Translator's Preface
## TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE

THIS translation was undertaken in the belief that there are many English-speaking people who feel more than a merely superficial interest in ethical research, but who may not read German with sufficient ease to make them care to take up the original. The present Essay is one of the most important contributions to Ethics since the time of Kant, and, as such, is indispensable to a thorough knowledge of the subject. Moreover, from whatever point of view it be regarded, whether the reader find, when he closes the book, that his conviction harmonises with the conclusion reached, or not ; it would be difficult to find any treatise on Moral Science more calculated to stimulate thought, and lift it out of infantile imitation of some prescribed pattern. The believer in the Kantian, or any other, basis of Ethics, could hardly measure the strength or the weakness of his own position more surely than by comparing it with the Schopenhauerian ; while he who is yet in search of a foundation will find much in the following pages to claim his attention.
Those acquainted with the luminous imagery, the subtle irony, the brusque and penetrating vigour of the German, will doubtless admit that it is no easy task to reduce Schopenhauer to adequate English prose; and if this has been attempted by the present writer, no one can be more conscious than he of the manifold shortcomings discoverable. But such as it is, the work is heartily offered to all who still follow the true student's rule, "Gladly wolde be lerne and gladly teche," with the single hope that it may help, however slightly, to widen their knowledge, and ripen their judgment.
My friend, R. E. Candy, Esq., I.C.S., has kindly given me information concerning several Indian names.
       ROME : June, 1902.
# On the Border Territory Between the Animal and the Vegetable Kingdoms

* Huxley, Thomas Henry (1876), "On the Border Territory Between the Animal and the Vegetable Kingdoms" in Macmillan's Magazine 33: 373-84.
* "On the Border Territory Between the Animal and the Vegetable Kingdoms" by Thomas Henry Huxley in Popular Science Monthly, 8 (April 1876)
* "On the Border Territory between the Animal and the Vegetable Kingdoms" by Huxley, Thomas Henry in Littell's Living Age, 128 (1657) (1876)
* Thomas Henry Huxley (1888), "On the Border Territory Between the Animal and the Vegetable Kingdoms in Science and Culture, and Other Essays.
* Huxley, Thomas Henry (1894), "On the Border Territory Between the Animal and the Vegetable Kingdoms in Discourses Biological and Geological.
# On the Big Horn

The years are but half a score, And the war-whoop sounds no more With the blast of bugles, where Straight into a slaughter pen, With his doomed three hundred men, Rode the chief with the yellow hair.
O Hampton, down by the sea! What voice is beseeching thee For the scholar's lowliest place? Can this be the voice of him Who fought on the Big Horn's rim? Can this be Rain-in-the-Face?
His war-paint is washed away, His hands have forgotten to slay; He seeks for himself and his race The arts of peace and the lore That give to the skilled hand more Than the spoils of war and chase.
O chief of the Christ-like school! Can the zeal of thy heart grow cool When the victor scarred with fight Like a child for thy guidance craves, And the faces of hunters and braves Are turning to thee for light?
The hatchet lies overgrown With grass by the Yellowstone, Wind River and Paw of Bear; And, in sign that foes are friends, Each lodge like a peace-pipe sends Its smoke in the quiet air.
The hands that have done the wrong To right the wronged are strong, And the voice of a nation saith "Enough of the war of swords, Enough of the lying words And shame of a broken faith!"
The hills that have watched afar The valleys ablaze with war Shall look on the tasselled corn; And the dust of the grinded grain, Instead of the blood of the slain, Shall sprinkle thy banks, Big Horn!
The Ute and the wandering Crow Shall know as the white men know, And fare as the white men fare; The pale and the red shall be brothers, One's rights shall be as another's, Home, School, and House of Prayer!
O mountains that climb to snow, O river winding below, Through meadows by war once trod, O wild, waste lands that await The harvest exceeding great, Break forth into praise of God!