The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1886-12-17
A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A KAMAAiNA
AND A HAGK-DRivER.
RELATED BY "DAILY BULLETIN
REPRESENTATIVE.

Yesterday, one of our ubiquitous
reporters met Il genuine old kama-
alma, who had just returned from a
spin East and back again. After
hearty shake of the hand and an
earnest and feeling exchange of
alohas, Mr.. X. Gas we will term the
Kamaaina for the present) said he
was mighty glad to get to his
island home again" To use his
own words. as nearly as can be re-
membered, no note book being used
on the occasion, Mr.. X. spoke to
the following effect, in,erjecting
here and there, a few forcible, but
expressive, adjectives which the
writer deems proper to omit-says
he, ''rhe States is way-up place
to 90 to, specially if one has few
friends of the right sort. My home
is in Idaho-a fine country for those
who can stand the cold, but l found
it altogether too rariiied to suit my
taste precisely. The old folks were
surprised, and so were the young
ones, when l spoke of going home,
couldn't stand it any longer, l
was getting all frozen up, was be.
coming lank and wiry, like full
hedged Yankee. My mother, God
bless her, says, why, you are at
home now: what do you mean by
saying you are goimg home" l
looked at my dear mother and said:
Idado. or anywhere in the neighbor-
hood of the Rockies is unfit any
longer 10 be my home. In my
younger days, as you well know,
mother, went westward. | chose
my own lot in life, so to speak, and
went still further westward. / at
last reached The Sandwich Islands.
Upon landing at Honolulu, / was so
impressed with the people, both
native and Anglo-Saxon, that l
determined to remain amongst them
for while. did so and have now
become a Kamaaina, which tran
slated means an old resident"
At this point of the reporters in
terview, The speaker was interrupted
by hack-driyer belonging to the
United Carriage Company, (for we
were still at +. O. Halls corner).
Here ensued the dialogue, between
X. and the hack-driver, whom we
will designate II.
R.--How are you, Mr.. X, glad
! to see YOU back again in Honolulu !;
why, it must be about 6 years since
you sailed in the bark Kalakaua for
the Coast, never to return again.
K.-Right you are, old boy. In
80, | took trip in the old Kala-
kaua with skysail-yard jerks, (by
the way / hear he is going whal-
ing this year), and after 80 days of
purgatory listening to the old sea
dogs yarns, we entered the Golden
Gate. What followed, will relate
to yon hy-and-by, l want just now
to take q ride out to see an old
friend. Where's your hack?
Right here sir, please step
inside.
K.-Why that amt a hack, that $
carriage too high toned altogether
why where in the world did you
raise the coin to get such hand
some turnout as that?
R.--Mr. K.-I have saved money
but ] pm poor man to-day, if you
can understand the paradox. After
left General COmly's employ, for
whom l drove about IA months,
(you remember that span of Cali
fornia horses) made an application
for license to drive a hack. Be-
fore it was granted j had to obtain
references from three gentlemen of
standing in this city, certifying as
to my capability of driving a hack.
In this matter / had no difficulty
being well-known about town as
driver for the General. saved
more money. l don't drink. /
saved enough to buy horse and