Saturday press. [volume] (Honolulu, H.I.) 1880-1885, 1884-06-07
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SATURDAY.


hats' lf this is a practical idea MI
Editor please remember me in the roy
atty OF your pieutD
Now long strip OF beach lies before
me, smooth aud firm but not white,
as Miss Birds growing fancy makes it,
am sorry to say there is no white
coral IN this jetty floor, but only the
pulv,r.sed homes OF Mauna kca, lava
rocks IN fact worn by rains and waves
and sparkling like anthracite in the
saltspray
To day the beach is unusually clear
ofrubb.sh, though the high tide mark
shows a continuous hne OF debris, and
her and there still remain a few piles
OF dnit-wood, aud bags Of course pcb-
blts as evidences of the great ircshct
in October That was storm that
might well add 10 the reputation OF tIilu,
already somewhat famous for its water
supply Old residents said such a
storm had not been known for forty
Ycars Down the mountain sides poured
the tumuituouS torrents, filling every
gulch 10 overlooking and sweeping
out into the bay whole plantations OF
rich soil that Redeemed the sea for many
miles Bridge, supposed safely up out
Of harms way were snapped like spiders
threads and tossed into the secthing
food Above the roar ofthe sea even,
sounded the roar OF the Waikiki River,
and hundreds OF cords of forest tim
Der were torn from their roots and
ANONYMOUSLY hurried on their perilous
voyage, caught at last in the arms of the
e1ultin, sea and thrown in wild gambol
upon the shore Her for DAYS after.
wards the natives thronged, piling up
the scattered driftwood until the beach
looked like prosperous wood yard,
and collecting IN heaps the unusual
deposit of pebbles which by and by
would make an honest penny paving in
door ways and garden paths
Such 4 storm changes in no small de
gree the outline of the coast. and one
can easily see what power lies in water,
even in quietly running streams to I'M
dermine and build up, until the old
land marks quite disappear. Here in
a few hours was thrown out from the
mouth OF the Wailukuriver, a new point
ofland thatin one placequlte reachedthe
reef and inanother so encroached upon
the wharf that for longtime boats could
not come to their accustomed landing.
What 4 life there is in inanimate
things How, when we think OF it, the
whole globe is pulsing in fever OF its
own Down in the depths of the earth,
the attrition OF mighty rocks is feeding
the fires which ever and anon
burst from their hidden lairs, and
stream up rcd into the sky From
mountain tops, those magnificent res
enoirS the clouds, through invisible
pipes draw silently from the sea and
river their accumulated supplies, which
in their turn drop down to feed the
realms below Rocks, like trees grow
and waste away, lands are submerged
and lakes become dry ground. We
plant and reap where once seas rolled
their floods Prof Proctor tells US that
this life of the inanimate globe is as
necessary as the more evident life of
nature. nor can 1t cease till our earth
like the moon becomes a dead world,
without atmosphere, sound or motion,
silent and ghostly in the universe.
It is easy to imagine myself to-day
the sole possessor of the enchanting
scene spread out before me. | seem
TO be the only occupant OF the region,
even my funny crab neighbors have de-
serted me-asleep perhaps, though the
swift movements have on element OF
sleeplessness in them. That gnarled
stump at my left, partly imbedded in
the sand, and bristling with long black
sea-weed looks very like a drowned
native with long black hair matted in
the sand-but | know it is not.
Out in the bay are numerous canoes
OF fishermen, and there in the offing is
the pretty packet Emma Claudna,
which on the morrow will lift and spread
white sails and disappear in that long
tangle OF grey mist that lies against the
horizon. My ship, Is it not which
will lit that misty curtain for me and
speeding joyiully will carry me on and
on, till once more appears the dear
home land, the Golden Gate that in
its turn will open on silent hinges for
one to pass through, greeting once
more the loved faces and long separated
forms. That far native land-how to
us all IT is always home, its fruits a
little more sayory, its flowers little
brighter, the winter skies and summer
heats even precious to us, as the re-
proofs and counsels OF friend whom
we love. We never give to any adopt
ed country the loyalty OF this our first
mother, and some day-yes, certainly
we are going back il only to lay our
selves upon her loving breast, TO sleep
where the pine trees sigh and white
SHOWS spread their soft coverlet
What tears and all for that toss
ing boat, that outreaching sea, that dim
horizon line Lift up your eyes and
see what nature can do in the midst
If her tears. That rainbow arch, Is it
not glorious that now with one foot
on the sea and one on the land she
stands all radiant, the growth OF a mo
ment, the very emblem Of heavenly
beauty and Joy, Above it the broken
clouds reveal untold depths Of azure,
and below, framed in the gorgeous set
ting, rests the pretty village OF Waiakea,
amid groves of verdure, green as an
emerald This picture is mine, and
have the surety that even Mr. Fur
neauN, with his dainty brush, could not
nyal II No one will dispute with me
my possession, can take il home with
me, and there on the walls OF memory
safe, l.. san turn to it any hour, and en-
JOY us richness Of color and swee, help
fulness OF suggestion. Yes, for over
she cloud OF all our souows, Gods rain