The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1890-10-06
"IRnIh REWARDED"


thy to have been one of the time
honored residences of royalty in
which through generations success
sion of royal occupants pass from
youth to old age, and where each
bequcaths in his turn an additional
charm, far from my home, in very |
strange land and among very
strange people, l found myself
peacefully resting after voyage
DER the trackless sea from that
beautiful city of the west which
had reluctantly left for her good.
She had grown weary of me.
From my window l watched the
troops of native equestricnnes deck
ed in their flowing po-us, gaily gal
Looping past through the breakers
that Tapped the shores, emphasizing
the fact that amidst all the wonders
of o, fair Oahu, o, beautiful world,
| was very small potatoes. And yet
when thought that no lover of the
pen, no up and down poet, no really
great literary character like myself
had ever gazed on that azure sea
before, 1 felt glad that l lived, glad
that | had been transported, and
glad that the poor benighted deni.
nens of Waikiki, and of the rushing
and roaring city hard by had been
favored by my selection of Honolulu
rs q temporary residence. In the
variety of natural utterances of the
place, the bowling of the neighbors'
ours and the growing of their roost-
ers seemed most to accord with the
impulses of my heart were they of
| JOY or sorrow. Oh, Enoch Arden
Oh, John Sullivan The spreading
algeroba tree bent its bows rever-
entity, and the sea whispered its
prayers TO me that would give OK
preston to the burning words that
would rush to my finger tips, and
convey some deep lesson to the
world, but as my choicest thoughts
could not be appreciated by the
humble minds of these climes, |
sternly replied to the arboreal and
marine solicitations, "Not much"
My room lay facing east with q
little westerly in it, and the light
came in by the windows during the
day, and went out by the same
openings at night. One coat of
paint was carefully laid on the out
line of my wooden walls, while the
iron shutters round my bed gave an
| air of comfort to my room, and ex-
cluded the willy and voracious mos
| quito when in Morpheus embrace l
dreamed of the only two individuals
in literature at whose shrine l wor-
ship. Slightly to the right of my
left hand window and mauka of the
cuspidor stood my writing table,
covered over with soul-inspiring
collection of stationery, and on the
"dresser" Especially brought in
from the kitchen for my exclusive
use) stood portraits of myself, while
scattered all over the floor of the
room in orderly disorder were my
friends, my dime novels and shil-
ling shockers.
Often and often as l looked from
my window l thought the place wor-
thy of some artist or scientist who
could paint the moon as l saw it, or
explain how it came about that il
rose for me from the oceans depths,
when others (poor blind fools) could
only see it rise over the hill top.
will take you to the oceans feet,
which seem as though they would
kick the nonsense out of you, SC
that you may take view. At oul
right the natives are bathing, and
as now and then a boulder is cast
ashore, they gaily dive through it anc
bob up serenely on top. (By my faitl
hard-headed race say you). AS
gaze along the beach l think how
strangely like these boulders TIT
natives are. Rolling stones, gather
t ing no moss! do not wish to speal
$ disparagingly of the Hawaiian wo
men, as the slow, graceful movement
of their bodies accord well with thu
hour, the rustic of the wind, tn
low murmur of the sea, and TIL
tink-a-tank of the taropatch fiddle
We will not then malign these wome
as entirely useless, as they ar
(strange though it may appear) tn
willing mothers of their race.
!. The first wet day that came ha
TO give up the contemplation of til
sand crabs, and the comparison G
them with lazy bimana, and betak
: myself to the lanai, where (the ola
being warmish) l wrapt myself sin
II ply in semi-gloom, and had a bull
. time with the ghosts of departe
guests Us they came to and fro. No
] and then / heard the sweep q
skirts; the rustic of paper; til
e scratch of pen; or a long sig
:, drawn backwards and forwards .
=, intervals, and then fro would 60
ghost and to one would come. 1T
possible but not likely that tn
- room may have at one time hel
congenial spirits, but as the ghos
- did not offer me any, | doubt it.
can no more express my feelings @
the subject of these ghosts than
"a can on many other subjects, sue
,r for example as the falling of IL
= leaf, which is so sad token I
autumn that | always have the
cleared off the earth before ] ris