The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1868-02-01
The Way to 6. s.Liniarta-'
ny Br0crSs FrTzxrccISs, ESQ.

We were riding along-that is, the worthy
Sheriff of Hawaii and myself-enjoying a deli
eious morning that burst out gloriously between
two showers. Niaunakea lifted its unclouded
brow above n zone of snowy vapor, and the breeze
came joyoGsly from the sea, where 1t had been
pIaying with the waves, to wantOn with the
flowers. As watched it toss in emerald bill
lows the tall grass, and shake the bright diamond
drops from the leaves, and indulged in poetic
visions over a variegated and beautiful landscape,
we heard n rustling in the lauhala trees to our
left which broke in upon our day-dreams. a
rough object, with wild, bog-rrottiug look and
face bearded as n gorilla, % unkempt, unshaved,
unshirt,'' pecred through the leaves with an in
CURING glance that fell upon almost startlingly-
In the richest BaIlyporeen brogue he energetcally
asked
"An' if We plase, surs, kin ye be afther telling
me the way To Limaria?"
Our worthy Sheriff, with an air OF mock COM
posure, suited to the occasion, replied that he
knew such place
"Faix, an is ii yersilf that ser it? Why, its
Limaria manc, -ur-sIsther Spineer's place
the nan that Iape= the shape farm, ye know, sur.
@Oh, yes," repiiei the Sheriff, - it, Waimea
you mean
@Yis, sur, that's jist it, surl-Limaria-the
shape farm, shure, SUR. An how far is it, ut all
ut all, sur
"a Why, you are n long way OF; why did you
not go TO Kawaihae by the steamer KIia1ea'"
.sIs il the seamer ye'd be afther vishin' me to
rp in, sur? Bud cess To it I, It's not meself that
'ud be cnught in the haring OF it, stnme whistle
Och botheration upon the whole raee OF bloody
l..
me to the frst mile stone on the road hivin and
~ wint up I met Mike O'Flaherty comm down,
skinned and e1eked to jilly, sur. God rest his
.owI! InsLidet kitch me ON boord Of dirthy
stameri 'ud as soon take passage in spal-
peen OF piper balloon 10 the moon for n slice OF
Crane chaze. de We see, sur, An, beiad, it's
meself that KEN down in the hould Of bat Of .
schooner that smiIt like Jenny Cassidy's pig
stye that HADN'T been einned from the time OF
the food, or like the ssame from the bung-hole Of
did he'd ofa whisky barrel, be jaber-."
-s Why did you not take a schooner To HAWAII
hae," askr,i the Sheriff
s.Oeh, be the holy spoon, an It's me-elf that
KEN here ESr the rayson that 10 didn't at all set
well me stumach, sur, 10 be thrnseling on fut,
all alone. in this haythen and cinnibal counthry,
sur, where, I'm towld, they smack their chops
over a dish OF cowId praeher, bad cess to EN-
NJ I hev bun towing meself afat from Haylo To
his blissed spakin, sur. Last night hauled
into poort and stayed vid nagur, and they gev
pud'n Cor supper-the stuff they stir about
wid their fingers, We know; an they gev me .
bed Of blankc. wove Of grass blades to slape on,
sur, an in the mornin diyil cint had 10 pay,
sur but hedn't been gone as long rs hungry
praste eud eDunt his bades before they KEN yell
ing and thrOoping afther me like n pack Nv n
thousand bloody diviIs, sur. i thought Of poor
Captin Cuck, and me heart laped into me trOat,
sur Out upon yc-away wild ye-sez 1 to me-
self, but they jnhbered on Ike the regiment OF
monkeys that ran me n ship boord on the Goold
kost, bedad, whin I wuz powtber monkey me
self, bedad, sur But which is the road, do We
say, to Li1uaria ?-Misther Spincer's, the shape
farm, ye know?"
The SHERIFF pointed out the way, and the last
We saw Of Padly he was lifting the soles of his
brOgues at a double quick, on the delectable road
to LAupahoeboe, and If he don't share the fate OF
poor - Captin Cuek," he will arrive at - Ii
malia-SIisther Spineer'sHthe man that kapes
the shape farm, ye know" And we hope he
may be refreshed with more pud'n " on the
way.