The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-08-01
MARK TWAIN,S DREAM.
Honolulu Nightmare Written On u
Hotel Register.
From the Portland Oregonian.

working as hard for living as he is now
or harder. He went to the Sandwich
Islands to get material for newspaper sto-
ries, having done some writing for the
San Francisco dailies. While at Hawaii
and it so impressed him that he couldn't
hold himself in till he got back to Amer
lea. OF all places in which to publish i'm
pressions of great length, he selected the
most unusual-a medium of which few
persons outside of himself and a certain
Artemus Ward ever would have thought
On the hotel register of the Volcano house
ne wrote a good column and a half ac-
count. The book was preserved by the
proprietor of the house. not so much be-
cause ne suspected that one day the writ
er would be famous as from the absolute
originality of the idea.
Atterward, when the humorist did be-
come famous, some one called his atten-
uon TO the story, and he denied its pater-
nlty. Then a copy was sent to him, and
the earmarks We're too unmstakable. He
said:
i recognize the fact that 1 did write
1t, after all. / had totally forgotten il.
must nave been pretty young then. or
SICK, or something" In a letter to the
proprietor of the Volcano house he ad-
ANe~s7~ ACeAA II Jul OL your record
DOCK or paste this letter in to keep it com
pany and testify my opinion of the per-
formance"
All day long l have sat apart and pom
defed over the mysterious occurrences of
last night. There is no link lacking in the
chain of incidents. My memory presents
each in its proper order, with perfect dis
unctness-but never mind these reflections
Will drop them and proceed to make a
simple statement of the facts. Toward
IL O'Clock 1t was suggested that the char
acter OF the night was peculiarly suited to
viewing the mightiest active volcano on
the earths surface in it's most impressive
suplmlty There was no light of moon
or stars in the inky heaven to mar the
erect OF the crater's gorgeous pyrotech-
mics.
In due time l stood with my companion
on the wall of the caldron which the ma
tiVes, ages ago, named 'Hale-mau-mau
the abyss wherein they We're wont to
throw the remains of their chiefs. TO the
END that no vulgar feet might ever tread
over them. We stood there, at dead of
night, mile above the level Of the sea. and
looked down 600 feet upon boiling surg
ing, roaring ocean of fire, shaded our ewes
from the binding glare, and gazed far
away over the crimson waves with vague
notion that supernatural feet manned
by demons and freighted with the damned
might presently sail up out of the remote
distance started when tremendous tbun-
der bursts shook the earth, and followed
with fascinated eyes the grand lets of
molten lava that sprang high up toward
the zenith and exploded in a world of
hery spray that lit up the sombre heavens
with an Internal splendor.
What is your little bonfire of Vesuv-
ius TO this?'
Ny ejaculation aroused my companion
hfg -, ~
Versation appropriate to the occasion and
surroundings
We came at last to speak of the an
cient custom of casting the bodies of dead
chieftains into this fearful caldron, and
my companion, who was of the royal
blood, mentioned that the founder of his
race, Old King Kamehameha THAT in
vinclble old pagan Alexander-had found
other sepulchre than the burning depths
of the Hale-mau-mau
Il grew interested at once. | knew
that the mystery of what became of the
corpse of the warrior king had never
been fathomed. / was aware that there
was legend connected with this matter.
and | fell as If there could be no more
fitting time 10 listen to It than the pres
ent.
THE descendant of Kamehameha said.
The dead king was brought in royal state
down the long winding road that descends
from the rim of the crater to the scorched
and chasm 'riven plain that lies between
Hale mau-mau and those butting walls
yonder In the distance. The guards were
set and the troops of mourners began the
weird wall for the departed. In the mid
die OF the night came the sound of innu-
merable voices I'm the air and the rush
OF Invisible wings. The funeral torches
wavered, burned blue, and went out
!" The mourners and watchers fell to
the ground paralyzed with fear, and many
minutes elapsed before any one dared 10
move or speak, for they believed that the
phantom messengers Of the dread goddess
of fire had been in their midst
When at last a torch was lighted the
bier was vacant; the dead monarch had
been spirited away. CONSERVATION seized
upon all, and they fed out OF the crater.
When the day dawned the multitude ra
turned and began to search for the corpse.
But not a footprint, not sign was ever
found. Day after day the search was
continued, and every cave fn the great
walls and every chasm In the plain for
miles around was examined, but all 20 no
purpose.
From that day 70 this the resting
place of the lion kings bones Is an un-
solved mystery. But years aflerward.
when the grim prophecies Wiahoakawaka
lay on her deathbed the Goddess pele
appeared 10 her In a vision and told her
that eventually the secret would be re,
vealed and la a remarkable manner. but
not until the great Kauhuhu. the shark
god, should desert the sacred cavern Ana
Publ, In the Island OF Molokai. and. the
wators OF the sea should no more enter
u and Its floors become dry
Ever since that tinle the simple. con-
fidlng natives have watched FOR the sign.
and now after many a summer has come
and gone, ann they who were IN the now.
or OF youth then have waxed old and
died, he day h. az hand. The great shark
god has deserted the Ana Punt A month
ago, for the first time within the records
OF the ancient legends. the sea ceased 10
How into the cavern, and lts stony pave
ment has become dry. A. you may easily
believe, the news OF this great event
spread like wlldnro through the islands.
and now the natives are looking every
hour for the miracle which is 10 unVeii
the mystery and reveal the secret grave
~ the dead
After had gone 60 bed got TO think
mg VI che volcanic magnlncence We had