The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1866-12-29

De e4-rr-alawav Iv the Wild f-aufy 15 old hl|.f.al
~ Usr:ui- TT Grr-.U- roo much PORK and he1'S
for saFTe- ." And - | rurue! over, ana i..
asleep again. And dreamed the Aue dream
preei>eIv g before; followed the phantom
/. bl4z-d 3" nv coUrSa-aTriv-i at the grim cham
bar-helri the sd spirit y-lce-oycrturned the
masSy >tone-beheli, the regal crown ana decay
IN bones II the great king,
| woke M. and reflected long upon the curl
Gus and -insulasIy vivid dream. ana finally NUT
tered to myself. - TLis-tlis i becoming >eEI-
ous1"
I fell asleep again, and again I dreamed the
same dream. without = single variation l slept
no mora, but tossed ~re>-.e>S.y in led. and laUEei
for daylight. And when It came | wandered
forth, ana descended 70 the wide plain in rhe
crater. Isaid Z myself, | am not supers1tous,
but i there = anything lD t-St dying woman :
prophecy. / am the instrument appointed u IN
curtain this ancient mystery" ~ | walked
along. | even half expected u see my solemn
guide step our from some nook IN the lofty wall,
and b-tkrn me n come On. At last when l
reached the place where l had first seen him IN
my dream. | recognized every surrounding OBJECT,
and there, winding down among the blocks and
r4.ueut Of lava, [ saw the very trail / had
traver>eG in nv vision / resolved = traverse II
again, come what might. | wondered if. IN my
unreal journey. | had : bl4zed' my Way, - that
Il would stand the test OF stern reality and thus
wondering, a chill went to nv heart when came
to the frs, stony projection I had broken of in
my dream, and saw the fresh new fracture. and
the di>memoereL fragment lying on the ground
My curiosity rose Up, and baNished all lear, ana
l hurried along - fast IS the rugged road would
allow ne. | looked for my other = blazes, and
found them found tie cleft in the wall recog-
nIzed all it, Iurnings walked IL the light that
assembled from the glowing furnaces visible lar
below sweatrd in the close. hot atmosphere, and
breathed the sulphurous sm0ke-and at last
stood hundreds Of feet beneath the peaks Of HI
iqueG in the ruined chamber, and in the presence
Of the mysterious boulder
This Is no Dream / said : this Is 4 revela-
ton from the realm Of the sup, natural; and It
becomes not me 70 longer reason. conjecture, sus-
pect. but biindly % obey the impulses given ne
by the unseen power that guides me"
moved with slow and reveTent step toward the
stone and bore agaius, it. 1t yielded percePtibly
10 the pressure. | brought my fall weight and
strength 70 bear, and surged against it. Il yield
ed again, but | was 50 enfeebled by my toilsome
journey that l could not overthrow it. rested
a little. and then raised an edge of the boulder
by a strong, steady push. and placed a small
stone under II to keep it from sinking back 70 its
place. | rested again, and then repeated the
process. Before long. | had added a third prop,
and had got the edge Of the boulder considerably
elevated. The labor and the close atmosphere
together were 80 exhausting, however. that | was
obliged 10 lie down, then. and recuperate my
strength by a longer season of rest. And 50,
hour after hour | labored. growing more and
more weary. but still upheld by a fascination
WHICH 4 it!L WIS lilIuSCQ INFO me nv the lHNl>iDIc
powers whose will | was working. At last l
Concentrated nay strength in q final effort, and
the stone rolled from its position.
l can never forget the overpowering sense Of
awe that sank down ike a great darkness upon
spirit at that moment. After a solemn pause
70 prepare myself. with bowed form and uncov-
cred head, l slowly turned my gaze till il rested
upon the spot where the great stone had lain.
There wasn't any bones there.
I just said to myself, We'll. if this amt the
blastedest infernaIe>t swiuile that ever I've come
across yet. | wish | may never"
And then | scratched out of there, and march
ed up here to the Volcano House, and got out my
old raw-boned fool Of 4 horse. - Oahu" and
- damned him till he couldn't stand up with
out leaning against something.
You cannot bet anything ON dreams.
". Y. SATURDAY. Press. MARX TWAIN.