The Arizona sentinel., 1896-01-25
HAWAII, II'HE ''PEARL OF THE PACIFIC" Tlae First of a Series OfLetder3
 by John ks. NzlasiclS. Author Of ''Tne Columbian flistor- ical NOvels," "Br0ther Against
 Brother" etc., etc. (Copyr;ghs, 1S3e, by FUNK W4GSALLs CoXPA:Y,
 New York.) Scenes OH Entering EEOIO. lulu. Esne City Itself.
Ilge First of a Series of LetderJ
 by .gOEln Es. lasIclG.
(Copyr;ghs, lS0f, by FUNK & WAGSALLs CoxPA;.Y,
 New York.)
PART II.

The United States man-of war
 Bennington lay in the harbor, at
 the time the only warship at the
 islands. There were a number of
 other vessels, however, which gave
 to the city quite the appearance of
 a seaport town. Native canoes are
 long slender boats with a small
 runner like keel attached to the side to balance them, the two con-
 nected by strips of wood or iron.
 Many of the natives were amusing themselves with toy ships, which,
 with sails set, were gliding over the harbor, while their proud owners watched them from their little boats.
 The Australia is an old acquaint- ance in Honolulu, and her advent was greeted with glad cheers and shouts of joy. Some of the little boats of theKanaka boys ran along side of us, their owners giving cheer after cheer. The simple fellows often leaped from their canoes to the ladder suspended over the vessels side, and came on board.
 At last we came alongside the dock, and it seemed as if the whole town had turned out to meet us; the dock was literally lined with people; sea of faces, most of them of the dark-skinned Kanaka, were upturned toward us. Continuous shouts and yells came from below, and when the gang plank was thrown out, the people came rush ing on board to greet relatives and friends.
 Those who expected to go ashore at once were doomed to. disappoint- ment. The tide of humanity rushed on board, and we were driven back to our staterooms. Then came long worry over bag gage. Three or four expressmen were on board, taking up checks and the numbers of berths, and in- structing everybody to wait pa tiently until the upoar had sub sided, and then make our way to the dock where the custom house officials would go through our lug gage.
 I sank into a steamer chair with as much resignation as man can have, to wait until everybody got done shaking hands and saying.
 ''How are you?"
 Well, how have you been?"
 "First rate, have you got over your cholera scare?"
 'Yes, how did you leave Frisco? and how did the elections go??"
 When the excitement which fol- lowed our arrival had somewhat I determined to try to make my way on shore. With my arctic overcoat on my arm I de- scended from the gang plank, wip- ing the preparation from my face, and approached the overworked | customhouse officials. There were a hundred or more people present, each anxious to have his or her trunk, handbag, or valise inspected | first. The officers were busy open- ing every sort of satchel and trav- cling convenience, and plunging their hands into soiled linen, SUD- neck-ties, and other sacred articles of apparel In one valise were found some pistol car tridges, which were se1zed by the custom-house officer, who made thelr owner dive into his hip -pock- ct and pull out the revolver, which with the cartridges was held until he could prove he was not a fili- buster, but man of good charac- : ter. Another gentleman had rifle in his trunk, which was taken charge of in the same manner. The arms were receipted for. and upon proof that the person having tlem was a peaceful citi- .eu, permit was given to carry them l.