The Independent. [volume] (Honolulu, H.I.) 1895-1905, 1900-08-08
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to spot where by glance around
he satisfied himself he is no longer
in anybody's woy he lays them
down again with infantile tender
ness, their heads upon the stones,
and himself lies down beside them.
A Mothers Wall of Anguish.
On the central square, on which
centre the finest streets, the charao-
teristio luxury OF this city reaches
lite most strange effects. Rose color
ed TO the highest point are the
pyramids OF the Brahmin temples,
which rise in tho dusty air amid
nocks of black hued birds. Rose
colored and seeded with white flow.
ers ia The facade Of the Royal
palace. which exceeds in height the
facades OF our cathedrals, and which
is the repetition, the superposition
Of hundred similar kiosks, each
with the same colonades, the same
iron work, the same complex little
domes-witb, at the very top, orr
hammes OF the Kingdoms colors,
which the dry wind futters, Rose
colored the palaces and the dwell
ing houses, which on every side lose
themselves in the perspective OF the
dusty streets.
Here the crowd is more bedecked
with jewels, more animated, noisier,
more brilliant in festival colors.
More numerous also are the hungry
prowlers, especially the poor little
children, for in the center OF the
square rice cakea, sweetened with
sugar and honey, are being cooked
in the open air, and that draws
them. or course, none Of the cakes
are given them, but they stand by
all the same, trembling with weak
ness on their little legs and with
eyes dilated in feverish desire.
From hour to hour the invasion
Of starvelings increases - it is a
melancholy tide, rising from the
country to the city, and the roads
are strewn with those who die be
fore they reach the gates.
a Mothers Torture.
In front OF bracelet vender who
is eating hot cakes a woman stands
supplicating-the spectre of
women, clasping on her dried up
breasts and chest bones a little
skeleton nursling. No, the bracelet
voader will give her nothing; he
will not even deign to cast her a
glance. Then she gives way, this
mother with no milk for the
little one who is dying for want OF
it, and her teeth are unlocked by a
long she VOLTS cry. She is young
and doubtless was once pretty. Her
youth is evident even upon her
rayaged cheeks sixteen years, per-
haps-almost child. She had at
last come to understand that no.
body will have pity upon her aud
that she is doomed, and she pro-
longs her hopeless shrek for very
need OF bowling, like the beasts at
bay And hard by there pass, With
heavy, tranquil gait, great plump
elephants whose forage comes from
far away and costs very dear.
And high above the clamor OF the
crowd rises the clamor OF the crows,
gathered by thousands on the roofs
and in the air. Their eternal croak.
ing, which in India dominates all
other sounds OF life, swells here into
very delirium-times Of famine,
when the stencil Of death is every
where, are times Of plenty and of
JOY for the crows, the yultures and
the flies.
None the less the Kings croco-
diles are about to eat at the end OF
the walled-in gardens.
IT'S world in itself this palace
OF the King, with its endless de
Tendencies, it's stables of borses, it's
stables Of elephants, and in order to
reach the artificial lake whicb Tho