The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1896-03-26

AS we were to start at twelve
sharp, a lunch was made ready
at half past eleven, and Mrs.
Colville prepared some sand
wiches and cake for myself and
guide while on the mountain.
This guide was a young Portu-
guese named Manual Davera,
a faithful and capable fellow.
We mounted our steeds and
galloped down a long, broad
road, as smooth and as hard as
a turnpike. On either side
were vast cane fields with men,
women, and children at work
in them.
The place at which we were
| to meetthe Benners from Homo
lulu was a cross roads store
kept by a Chinaman. Here we
tied our horses and went to the
porch, where 1 perched myself,
to wait, on a dry goods box,
meanwhile watching Chinese
tailor manipulate a sewing
machine.
| Presently white man came
to the store from the telephone
and said that the Benners were
detained, and for us to wait for
them. [ sat on my goods box,
kicked my heels againstit, the
Chinese tailor made his ma
chine hum and Manual,who sat
on the step with an anxious,
despairing look, rolled a cigaret
and smoked in silence. Aherd
of horses were driven along the
dusty thoroughfare, which was
followed a few moments later by
a herd of cattle. A horseman was
discovered galloping around a
bend in the road. started up
hoping it was one of the Ben
ners, and expected the other to
come out of the lane in a mo-
ment, but the rider proved to be
a school miss riding a Ia Haw-
allan in divided skirts. Man
uel sighed, said we would be
late, rolled another cigaret, and
watched the road impatiently.
Attic elevation we now were,
the wind was blowing an au-
tumn gale, and the leaves rus
tied somewhat as they do in
New England in September.
Time passed. Schoolwa out
and the children had gone
home, when carriage, drawn
by a span of black horses, came
from the lane and drove up to
the store. My Honolulu friends
were in the rear seat, and l
fastened to greet them. They
apologized for the delay they
had occasioned, and as soon as
possible we were on our way
galloping along the road that
grew sleeper at every step.
Haleakala seemed only a
stones throw away, tho it was
really twelve miles to the peak.
A cloud rested on the side as if
it loved the mountain and
would not leave it. The main road
dwindled away to mountain path,
sometimes leading up steep sandy
plain, then across a prairie cut with
deep gorges, or through clump of
trees. We crossed ravine nearly
one hundred feet deep, and scared up
a flock of wild turkeys.
The ascent grew sleeper and the air
colder. At last, at about half past
four, Olinda was reached. Olinda is
the summer residence of Mr.. H. P.
Baldwin, the wealthy sugar planter.
1t is large, delightful house in tenn
perate region, surrounded by temper
ate flowers, and the grounds
beautifully adorned. It is we'll
furnished and left in charge of Jap
anese, who, however, could not be
found anywhere. We climbed in at a
window, made a fire in the range
and prepared our suppers, while
the guide took care of the horses.
The house had a deserted appearance.
Evidences of child occupancy could
be seen in the dolls and toys and
children's books of little tots, but this
was winter, and the little ones we're no
doubt in their home down by the ever
restless sea.
After supper we went to bed and
slept until midnight, when we awoke,
and. after lunch, saddled our horses
and proceeded on our midnight Jour
ney to the House of the Sun.
| Onward and upward, step by step,
and foot by foot, our sleepy horses
stumbled through the darkness.