Honolulu star-bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1912-2010, 1913-08-23

tTaVersed that, IL possible, were SUI
perior from point of beauty to the
80 covered the previous evening. The
same wild proflision of flowers was
in evidence, banked by mammoth tree
ferns that would be worth small for
tunes in the grounds of the wealthy
of the mainland cities. Huge dead
crRters, almost bottomless, reminders
of the days when the earth's bowels
boiled upwards and outwards in these
islands. Silent witnesses of the angry
mutterings Of Madam Pele's predeces.
sors. Huge natural amphitheatres,
whose seating capacity, we're it pos
sible to use them for such purpose.
would be numbered in hundreds Of
thousands. And then Kilauea itself.
Its vastness, its greatness Food fof
thought and signal for silence. One
could but gaze down into that nam
moth pit, knowing through the lee
ttlre of Professor Jaggar, on the pre-
vious night. that raging below was a
fire that will only be cooled in the
distant ages--if ever. All around was
the handiwork of the Madam. Her
trademark was everywhere; almost
as far as the eye could reach. For
two hours the visitors tramped over
the lava bed. left calling cards In Ma,
dam PeIe's reception room some call
II her kitchen-burned cards as souve-
Mrs and grown men and women play
ed like school children over fire
whose vastness is indescribable and
who breathed her hot breath into their
very faces. Then commenced the re.
turn trip to Hilo, a retrayeling of the
road of beauty to further surprises
and delights.
Nature Lavish in Efforts.
But a stone-throw from the heart of
the city of Hilo is located one of the
arandesf scenes on the island. Rain
low Falls; while short distance be
ycnd this ere the Boiling Pots, where
nature has extended herself to the ut
ncst in the mandatory of scenery.
Not che possibility has she overlooked
iE her plans to appeal to the eye and
her efforts have not been in vain. Far
from II. she has accomplished some
thing that, once more, beggarstdescrip-
ton. As the visitors stood upon the
little bridge, swaying in the wind at
a considerable distance from mother
earth, and gazed above the pots, a
beautiful twin-waterfall met the vi
sion; the water flowing majestically
over rocks and crags and finally los
ing itself in a series of miniature
whirlpools. or burrowing underground
but to reappear within a few feet,
bubbling into beautiful pools that cen.
yey the impression from which the
scene is named Nor has nature ceas-
ed her efforts after her marvellous
aquatic display, she has expended
every energy to make of the entire
scene one that will leave a lasting
impression, one that will not satisfy
with a casual glance, one that impels
the spectator to wish for hours and
hours Of time during which to feast
csc eye uDon the scene and marvel at
its wonders Rugged cliffs flang
either side of the waterfall. rising like
giant defenders of the silvery clad
damsels whose trucking waters muir.
mum SWEET music as they went their
way toward the broad Pacific but a
short distance away.
Stairways have been cut from the
solid rock, as though nature had plan,
ned for the waters to return to the
gulley above and thus keep up a con.
tinuous falling, even though the heav.
ems refused TO send the rains that
make possible the Boiling Pots.
The Boiling Pots, the writer has
been informed, are practically a re.