The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1902-05-03
take these colored waters for gardens
full of flowers.
THE FISHERMEN.

take these colored waters for gardens
full of flowers.
THE FISHERMEN.
All the while we are playing in the
water and long after we have reluct-
antly left it, we see groups OF natives
fishing further along the shore toward
the lighthouse, wet brown skins shin
ing in the sun as the men wade about
in the coral lodges. some with nets to
ensnare the unwary fish which others
confuse by beating the water. and
others still. posing long spears With
which to transfix the uncanny, but.
from the native point of view, tooth
some sQuid If he will but be foolish
enough to show a CLEAN OF gray ten
swim or dive. till you begin to under
stand the assertions you have heard
that the water is quite familiar an
element to the native Hawaiian as the
land. Later in the day some of the
men paddle by in their canoes. strange.
narrow little boats. hardly sinking into
the water for all their sharp keelS bal
anced on the waves by an outrigger
OF curved poles and heavy. floating
log. They are on their way TO the fish
market with the results of their morn
inss toll and you realize that at last
you have seen natives working. for as
n rule they toll not. Neither do they
spin. and though one hopes they spend
their infinite leisure in meditating on
the responsibilities involved in the
right to- vote which Congress has thrust
upon them. their record in the political
world. so far. would seem to show that
they have rot as yet attained to that
high level of patriotic rectitude which
some of our Massachusetts, neighbors
claim for them.
STEVENSON "REMINISCENCES
After a bath and a delicious lunch.
II is SO delightful to sit in the cool
shadow OF the lanai and watch the
ocean and the clouds and the sunshine
playing their eternal game of shadows
together, that it is only astonishing
We are not there still. But presently
we pack up the baskets and drive along |
the shore to Sans Souci, where the men |
spend an hour diving and swimming |
from great pier that stretches out in |
To the water. Does Sans Souci'' recall !
anything to Stevenson worshipperS? 1t |
was here he lived during that winter |
he spent in Honolulu. In those days |
the place was an inn, two or three low |
rooted. wide-spreading houses. rooms
opening beyond rooms in a delightful.
iaphazard way. The gray house which
stevenson and his family lived in is
empty now and you can wander about
he wide lanai where he describes his
people as sitting on that beautiful
April night when he described the
place in a letter to a friend. 1t is built
tut over the edge of the land. this
anal. so my mother. my wife. Lloyd
Belle" and the rest, must have felt
Is if they were floating on the moon
il waters. We look through a dusty
window into the room where The
Master of Ballantrae' was written-aI
room. full OF ghosts to a Ste
'enson lover. One almost expects to
ZEE that low cot with its heap OF pill
ows, and that long. pale, mobile face,
Eith its kindly. hooking smile. looking
L one from the warm darkness. On
he other side OF the house a great
au tree makes a trellised arbor; that
TRANCE hau tree lays a parent trunk
lose along the ground. sending up
hickly branched children trees at in
ervals. The drifting sands have COW
red this supporting trunk but for
ONE fifty feet the up-springing stems .
Import an impenetrable shade of dark
reen leaves that curve down into the
waying water. Here, we are told.
tevenson sat at his meals. while an
OCCASIONAL canoe slipped in through the =
,afy screen, and, on such a night as
hat of his April letter. sweet voiced
alive boys may have padded up to
him as he sat, getting ex-
uisite glimpses. through the leaves, of
hat sea front where Venus and the
loon are making luminous tracks on
re water, and a great swell rolls and s.
hines on the reef"
CONTENTEDLY HOME. In
But happy days have the same UNI G