Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1886-09-18

would hold them as IN a vice. 1t required
| O good deal of explanation to anywhere
| near satisfy the couple, who at last departed
quite crest fallen, and rather shaky as TO
| the durability of the civilized tie-up"
| after all.
| On another occasion, a woman lost her
| husband, and as the two were quite at
! tached, seemingly, and had lived together
for years, great sympathy was felt for the
| bereaved woman, who wept and walled,
and tore her hair and rent her clothes. The
| day after, she came up TO the Mission
House, and sat on the mat, and cried for
| an hour or two. Mrs. c., who was q ten
der-hearted little saint, felt her heart yearn
| over the poor creature, and SAT down near
the woman and wept in sympathy. The
woman recOunted over the virtues of the
dead and gone, Mrs. C. grieyiDg with her
grief, and mourning for her sorrow.
She at last went away, comforted with q
few substantial marks Of sympathy. Two
or three days after, certainly rot more than
three, in came the widow, and again sat
silently on the mat. Mrs. C. came up and
asked her kindly what was her trouble;
" have !" ','',.;,iaV ,,aolie... or idea.
"Well, poor creature, what is it?'
You know my kind white sister, that
my husband is dead. He is buried. The
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to pound my poi Irrational food), or cook
my kaio. | am alone. If | wish 10 battle
in the blue waters. am alone, without
companion swimming swiftly by my side.
Ny AaU1o is, that shall take to me nus
band. For that one under the grass can
not pound my pGi-heis dead. ! shall get
another Tomorrow.
sob, get out, you selfish miserable creature
Get up and get - Mrs. c. Indignantly and
yet laughingly exclaims, Il don't want
anything more to do with you. There's no
such thing as virtue or consistency in one OF
you, L believe" And 10, the woman de-
parted sorrowfully.
THE BRIDAL TOUR.
AT last the bridal procession formed out
side the church, and. in The same order in
which it marched from Mele's it proceeded
clear 10 Laie Malou on foot where the
FEAST is to be held, the band filling the soft
summer air with very oreditable strains Of
music. This bridal journey was very
pleasant one, down through the fields and
out on the SeaShore, every foot of the
whole way covered with thick, green, vel
vety grass, SO thick that The white hem of
the brides dress is unsoiled by her long
walk. \ few of our white people mounted
horses and followed after tie procession.
By-the-way, | wonder il you folks up
there know that most of the white women
here are sensible enough to ride as their
emancipated brethren do, viz astride the
noble animal? OF coulse you do, though,
for these islands, l dare say, have been
written blind. Ii is grotesque though, no
matter how good q rider the lady may be.
to see them riding man fashion," 1t is
by far the safest way, however, and if I'M
comfortable at first TO those accustomed to
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we 60 gailoping wildly along the dog cart,
with two white ladies, keeping up with the
horsemeu and women.
These feasts require one word of eX-
PLANTATION, as they are au institution of the
country They are held on every occa-
sipn-birthdays and births. marriages and
baseball games, to celebrate the circunl-
cision of boys, which is occasionally prac
riced here, and on the death of any one
and the return of the death-day. They are
occasions Of profit as we'll as pleasure, and
as this one was exactly on the same plan
as all the others, let us go Oh and see
THE FEAST AT LAIE MALoU.
Past the white-washcd cottages and grass
huts, we come to one two-storied wooden, |
white-washed house, before which a rude |
bower or shed made of logs and brush had |
been erected. Thither we turned our !
hustle. Scores of natives We're in and |
around the house and bowery awaiting |
our arrival The hostess, who was the |
mother of the groom, came out and led US |
under the bowery, where the feast was |
spread A pine table was spread for the |
white people, the newly-married couple |
occupying seats at the table On the left |
and on the ground were spread clean, cool |
mats. and up and down at equal distances |
were drawn two white table-cloths. I'm /
der and on the edges of these were laid |
lovely fresh ferns, whose woody perfume |
filed the air with spicy fragrance. Above |
our heads and round the supporting posts |
were twined festoonS of roses, oleanders, |
and graceful ferns. Around these print |
tive "spreads" were squatted forty or fifty |
natives, cross-legged and hungry. There
had been placed to eat, huge calabashes of
poi, dishes of beef and pork, limu (sea- !
weed), HOLSTERS, just half cooked, as the ma
tives do not like them cooked until red, !
and fish No dishes to eat from, no knives, |
forks, or spoons. On our table, at one end |
was huge platter of something rolled in |
green leaves, which TUNED out to be tat,
rich, beautifully cooked beef in dressing |
of lkalo luau) top green's, which was de- |
licious. There was also Holsters and linn. |
Three large bowls of poi (Which is served |
in coarse china bowls, as a compliment to |
us, as they always use the gourd calabash, |
or better, one made of hard precious
wood At the upper end of the table, "
ing ali alone in state, undressed and undec- |
Grated, lay Charles Lambs immortalized |
favorite, sucking pig. They told me |
be was DELICIOUS. He looked good, know.
For dessert, We had golden bananas and |
watermelons. This was
THE BEST NATIVE SPREAD
| ever attended. Grace was said by one Of
the white elders, and everybody fell TO. l
confess it rather upset me to watch some of
the nasiy-looking people behind me take
up huge mass of soft, horribly sticky |
poi on their two fingers, give it 4 deXterous
twirl and flip, throw back the head slightly |
and pop it into their mouths, and then lick |
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