The Maui news. [volume] (Wailuku, Maui, H.I.) 1900-current, 1910-08-27

Almost every boy who has read
Defoes celebrated account of
the life of Robinson Crusoc has
felt wish to undergo the thrilling
experience narrated by him. Only
last week an Hawaiian boy, aged
eighteen, ended three months
Robinson Crusoe life on the desert
Island of Kahooawe. He is glad to
yet back to where he could hear the
sweet sounds of human speech, and
does not know that, in the eyes of
adventurous boys, he has achieved
the acme of Juvenile glory.
1t is also strange, while people in
high places were discussing in an
altruistic way on what to do with
the barren water-ringed dust heap
known as the Island of Kahoolawe,
that a mere boy marooned there by
a forgetful boss" should be trying
to move heaven and earth at the
same time for chance to get out OF
the place.
During the month of May, after
the annual roundup and shearing
of sheep, Maikai, the broncho buster
and foreman for the present lessee,
told Kalua Kaaihue to look after the
sheep and to hunt goats until he re-
turned, and then sailed away to
Lahaina, where he still lives under
the cool leaves of breadfruit trees.
Togo, japanese laborer, and a
dog remained with the boy, Kalua
Kaaihue. They understood that
Maikai, the foreman, was to return
within week or ten days. The pay
envelopes due the two hands were
in arrears, and after waiting ten
days Togo said he was going to look
up the delinquent boss and get his
pay, and went, taking passage in a
Lahaina fishing boat belonging to
James Roberts.
Togo failed to return, but Kalua
Kaaihue and the dog tended sheep
and hunted goats between times.
The dog and boy gave the goats lit
tie rest until wise old he goat but
ted the dog squarely and threw him
down precipice, where the dog
died from his injuries. With the
loss of his dog the boy began to feel
lonesome. There was plenty OF
provisions, such as -four and rice;
and fresh fish he could get in any
quantity. AS the months passed
with no word from the absent fore
man, the boy grew worried and,
like a ship wreck waif. would eager
ly day by day scan the horizon, but
in vain, for Maikai and his gasoline
launch never came back. At last
it slowly dawned on him that his
boss had abandoned him, heartless-
ly, to live or perish on the barren
island.
He left the ranch premises and
moved over to Hakiawa, on the
other side facing Makena, near
where the Schooner Olga went
ashore some seven years ago. He
built himself a shelter from the
wreckage and, to attract the atten-
ton OF passing craft, built watch
fires and kept them burning day af-
ter day but, strange, neither passing
fishing boats nor the people on the
neighboring shores of Maui would
come to his rescue. Those who saw
his fires thought it belonged to some
fisherman, who had gone ashore to
cook his dinner.
The rain came in torrents and ex-
tinguished his fires and what was
worse destroyed his scanty supply
of matches. No longer able to kin
die fire for cooking his food or for
making signals to passing boats he
was in perilous predicament. In
average dime novels when in sucl
difficulties the hero always manages
to find piece of flint from which
he could get a'spark of fire, or t.
rub two sticks together until the re
sulting friction produces fire.