The Hawaiian gazette. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1865-1918, 1906-10-09
HER PARTING
IMPRESSIONS


ried here for longer visit when the
main body left. She has kindly fur
nlshed the Advertiser with the follow
ing copy of letter written for a paper
in El Paso, Texas, where she has both
social and property interests. Mrs.
Mediation. who intends to leave In the
Ventura tomorrow, takes this manner
of showing her appreciation of Hawaii
and its people:
Honolulu, Oahu, Oct. 5, 1906.
Dear News | don't know any reason
why l should not write you a short
| letter. You know Great Caesar dead
and turned to clay may serve to stop
a hole to keep the wind away" So
even so small a parsonage as myself
may write a line that will serve to
crafty the curiosity of anyone who has
noticed my absence or cares to know
my whereabouts or surroundings.
| Well, we drifted away out here on the
Pacific, with headquarters in Honolulu,
called here the halfway house" be-
| tween San Francisco and Australia
| There are several other points of in
| terest en- route, such as Samoa. the
favorite resort of the late lamented
Robert Louis Stevenson.
Then there is Pago Pago, in the Sa-
moan group, Uncle's Sam naval station
beneath the Southern Cross, and Auck-
land, the commercial capital of New
Zealand. All these are points of great
| interest to the traveller, and their peo-
pie are good ,neighbors, all spoken of
as one family out here by these big
hearted, broad-minded folks.
But / must rein in my Pegasus,
which, by the way, is an ocean steamer
one of those ocean greyhounds that
have for the last few months kept
things lively by chasing each other up
on the coral reefs in our neighborhood.
After discovering that they We're not
success in that line of locomotion,
they have, one after another, backed
down into their own native element
and come imping into port here,
where we all went down to the wharf,
and received the dear boys with open
arms and hearts full of sympathy and
gratitude for their safe return. This
is not poety-it is the sternest kind of
prose.
But this is not telling you about
Hon-o-hon-o-lu-lu. lulu, hi. Pronounce
it If you can. That is the way the
band boys sing it here as nearly as I
can write it. Oh, it is fine. Think I'll
build me grass house. as the natives
used to do, and stay here as long as
anybody else does. l like these people
immensely. OF course, we do not come
into contact directly much with the
native Kanaka. But the old stagers
mostly Americans, who have lived here
from ten to twenty-five years, are char
acters, and are full of interest to an
observing mind. They are generous,
clever and shrewd. The native Kanaka
is in many respects counterpart. or
complement, better said, of our Mexi-
can population across the Rio Grande.
This territory, lying as it does in
about the same latitude as Mexico,
mostly between IS and % degrees
north, must of necessity be very SINH
lar in all respects to that land. espe
cially the sea coast portions. Most
of the face of the country here is
mountainous, usually covered with
dense vegetation some call timber, with
the underground dense Jungle. Val
leys intervene, which are beautiful and
usually well cultivated. Further back
from the coast are some fine areas of
mesa land. thousands of acres in ex-
tent, ideal for cultivation. the only
drawback being that they require irri-
CATION, and water Is in very limited
supply, and will need much time and
capital to afford a sufficient quantity. |
But this line of development is already
being vigorously prosecuted by brave, |
enterprising men here, who, we are
assured, have plenty of means back of
them, and are bound to succeed.
The Wahiawa Company, owned and
managed by Messrs. Clark and Hun |
ter, have an enormous tract of this |
magnificent land with several thou
sand acres already bearing crops of the
finest pineapples ever grown anywhere.
They have large canning works on the |
ground and put up all kinds of MARINA
lade and all brands of delicious pine
apple products. They have a railroad
running direct to their headquarters,
some twenty miles from this city. One
whole editorial party. some thirty or
forty OF us, were invited to visit the
place. We were met at the station and
driven all over the estate, with permis-
sion to pluck all the pineapples we
could carry to bring home with us:
then at the cannery everyone was Civ
en- several glass jar samples of jam, |
marmalade, etc; also all the sliced
pineapple we could eat with the pre-
served juice to drink. tell you, it was
a pineapple festival, such as the gods
do not vouchsafe to many mortals.
Another delightful experience we
have had was Il trip to one of the
largest sugar plantations, Eva, where
we saw the cane go into the great NAV
of the machinery, where 1t was cut up
and every atom of juice extracted. The
gross matter was thrown into the fuel
bin and the syrup converted into sugar
great piles of sacks lying ready to be
sent To the refinery.
We were then run on TO an elegant
hotel, "Haleiwa," where we We're wined
and dined most sumptuously. This hotel
and surroundings is without doubt one
of the most charming spots on earth,
The old Garden of Eden is not in 1t at
all, for here the trail of the serpent"
is conspicuous by Its absence, there not
being a snake, IL you please, on the
whole island.
But here l only intended to write a
few lines. and have already run into
pages and must stop, / did want to tell
you about our trip to the great Vol
canO Kilauea where we went nv boat