The Arizona sentinel., 1896-03-21

ali ages nad entered IT, became t!re(
 of counting, and sought peace in sleep
 At last the-mill ceased, the laundry
 grew quiet, the wheels of the blaming mill ran more smooth, and the mos
 quitoes, having satisfied their wants
 at my expense, I slept until rosy morn
 I might have slept longer had not a
 COW poked her head in it my only
 window and awakened me by an un-
 earthly bawl. My landlord provided
 me breakfast from which Washing
 ton Square tramp would turn with
 contempt, and then charged me Del
 monico prices for his ."accommoda-
 tions."
 To saddle up and leave Pahala was
 a. luxury. I changed guides here.
 Taking native boy named Harry
 with me, started on a three days journey through Kona to a place call
 ed Kailua.
 At noon we reached the village ot
 Waiohinu Sparkling water), where
 we met MT. Meinecke, German
 gentleman, who has a store and cof- fee plantation. On learning it was
 our intention to stop at the Kuhuku ranch, the home of Colonel Norris, he
 assured us that it was very doubtful if that individual would entertain me, as he was bitterly opposed to white
 men Ten miles beyond his ranch, however, was deserted house in which we had better stay, if Colonel Norris refused to accomodate us.
 We sst out for Kuhuku and reached it at p m. By thls time dark clouds obscured the skies and chilling winds, sweeping down from snow-capped Mama Loa, protended coming storm. The ranch is small village of houses and barns enclosed in walls of stone. We soon came upon a Chinaman and Kanaka skinning a bullock that had just been slain, while standing near them with long stick in his hand was an old man whose tall form was slightly bent, and his hair and beard a yellowish white. His eyes were sunken and sinister, anl there was 8 "never smiled-again" expression on his face.
 'Is this Colonel Norris?" I asked, him and extending my hand. He made no answer and only looked at me. I then remembered the colonel sometimes feigned deaf ness, so wrote on card, asking:
 "Can myself and guide stay at your ranch?"
 "No," he answered, while his eyes flashed with fire. "YOu are mission ary, white man, and annexationist."
 "I am neither; 1 am an author" I answered.
 "You can't deceive me-" he cried, his stick on the ground, You are 8 preach er and missionary, ] white man, opposed to royalty and in favor of annexation. You stole all the land of the natives"
 tried to assure him that I had never stolen an inch of Hawaiian soil save what clung to my boots, that I was not missionary, and being an American citizen, had no interest in their political wrangle over annexa- ton, or the queen. Bur he was ob- 1urate. In vain I appealed to his to the fact that he was a white man himself, that he had I86,- poo acres of the natives land, more than all the missionaries combined, yet it was no use. 1 had to go.
 For ten miles our course lay across the black lava flow of 1887. This flow s black as charcoal and hard as flint, with sharp bristling points on every | square foot, on which not vestige of can be found. The black ness is relieved orly by the white bones of animals which have perished in crossing it. On, on, and on, through the gathering gloom of night and q threatening storm, we | pressed for ten miles. Then we en- tered a forest where the trees grew far apart, and the ground was covered | with bunch grass and ferns. At last | when our tired horses were almost | ready to sink from exhaustion, we 5ame upon the deserted house, and, overcome with our exertion, threw ourselves on the floor and slept, re- ,ardIess of the howls of wild dogs on ,he mountains.
 Colonel Norris Is a mysterious man. Some say he Is from Virginia, and vas colonel in the Confederate army {; ,thers that he is an Englishman. He las no relatives, is immensely rich, las large account in the Bank of and will allow no woman, or ,hild, or white man on his premises, 1nless assured of his immoral charac- ,er. onnositiOn to the missionaries.