The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1897-01-16
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Iu that prides itself on its scenery, its
! sylvan solitude and its aquatic sport
Just where it is L may not tell you
that would be free advertising, you
see. There, however, the wearied den
izen of the busy town may throw aside
the petty conventions that lubricate
society's machinery. There he NAV
don big shoes and cast-off clothing
yea, even denims. There elastic meal
hours and idleness are the rule
Then he may swing for hours in a
hammock, bordering on the myster-
sky beyond the clouds and waving al
garobas. He may watch the triumph
of the dawn from rocking boat. CT
follow the panorama of sunset from q
jutting pier. He may stroll or sail Or
hunt. He may catch crabs or cells or
sharks. He may loaf and invite his
soul, or he may indulge in the social
dissipation of seeing the train come in,
and take chances of those nomad
horses being run over. He may tempt
nervous prostration by trying, unin-
structed, TO use one of these queer
country telephones that require so
much formality. Then, to crown all,
he may sleep ten hours a night, with
no raucous city noises to disturb his
dreams.
All this he may count on doing, but
. &c, Of I,
do-buy fish when he wants it. He
may have it sent to him on Friday or
as hookupu for New Years day, or
he may help himself from the broad
loch if he can muster net, boat and
lines. But buy. Hear my
latest fish story, which, unlike many
others, is strictly veracious.
l made one of a vacation party So
journing in this idyllic spot, and
planned a series of fish dinners, not
forgetting the savory chowder, whose
difficulties l long ago had overcome.
All but one, it seems, the first getting
my fish. But our dragoman was an
ingenious Japanese, and he could get
fish; at least, we babe him do so. a
journey east and west, no fish. a
muddy tramp to the north, where the
red, red soil in its determination TO
preserve it's highways, freely supplies
every traveller with wide tires,
whether ne travel with a horse or
alone. A half mile of fish-pond wall
To find reputed Chinese fish-monger,
whose jargon, usually unintelligible, is
reinforced by shake of the head.
No fish.
No chowder.
One last attempt we made-the veg
etable vender is bribed, as it were. His
phi mai phil mahope sounds hopeful.
But he, too, is delusion and snare.
But fish We must have fish, for we
have invited guests to a fish chowder!
In our desperation we send to Homo
lulu, to the fish-market. Think of the
isnominy, when at any second we can
lcok out and see the silvery body of
some playful amaama turning a somer-
sault in the airi The fish will be here,
and that is the main thing, even if we
may not see it caught.
The day of company arrives in all
it's magnificence, the afternoon passes
without a worry, and the guests are
properly enthusiastic. Dinner will be
late, but the parting of the mountains
and the sun is so sad, so beautiful that
the mind is absorbed in beholding It.
All but mine. L and my trusty drago-
man HE to the train for the basket
and it's fish.
Can l describe the awful horror, the
hopeless desolation, the impotent rage
that fall on me when the train speeds
away; no basket anywhere to be seen?
What pacing up and down as the drag
oman searches! What telephoning east
and west, only to go home and I'M
earth the fish we have in tin baskets.
With caviar and oysters, bloaters,
shrimps and sardines we exc out mer-
~ meal. a fish dinner even, but not the
smoking bowl my proud hospitality in
tended.