The Garden Island. [volume] (Lihue, Kauai, H.T.) 1902-current, 1918-02-19
ION THE ROAD TO FAIRY LAND WHERE
COCOAS GROW AND FLOWERS BLOW
AND MANG0ES R|PEN IN GOLDEN SUN
WINDING ROADS, HAPPY HOMES, THRIFTY GARDENS
Grand Canyons Lead Up to SUBMITS Which The Clouds
Mantle With Flmy Fleece Forests Where The
Clouds Weep and Are Never Weary Wintng
Rivers Where Cottages Peep Out From
Beneath the Cocoa Trees

ed hillside, with the ever-present ba-
nanas reaching up to try to get the
sunlight from under the dense growth
of trees.
By the little schoolhouse on the
hill, where the boys are hoeing so
industriously in the vegetable gar
den. The vegetables look so bright
and clean and fresh. No wilted
vines i'll this garden land. No curled
leaves. No starving, dying plants. All
bright and green as the sh9mrocKs
which grow by Killarney. The boys
are trying to win one of the prizes
in that garden contest. If consCien
cious work will win, they will gain
a prize.
The Green Cane Bending Over
Up the smoothly graded road with
the green cane bending over the
fence on the left, its white tasse.s
waving in the morning breeze. Tall
trees trees align the roadway on the
right, with a stately plantation resi-
dence set back amid the vines and
verdure of this land where the man
go apples grow and flowers bloom by
the roadside.
Under the Bamboo Tree
In depressions too steep for the
planting of cane, the eucalyptus grows
and the bamboo reaches up its state
ly stocks Bananas hug the banks OF
the little streams and bear the big
green punches of fruit as gladly 80
if every bunch were to feed some
hungry family in the crowded East
and no one bunch was doomed to
waste its fragrance and its sweetness
down there in the thichet where
every bird is so full OF fruit and
berries that he pecks but l!stlessly az
the golden fruit ripening before his
eyes in such abundance
Down a slight grade across ce-
ment bridge that viii! last till all the
swords in Europe shall be beaten in.
to pruning hooks, and all the cannons
shall be sent to the blast furnace TO
make plow shares with which to cul-
tivate the lands OF the waste stretches
of land from New Mexico to the Gold.
en- Gate.
How Rush the Waters
But how rush the waters OF these
little purling streams adown the can
Hons from the heights above! Shall
they forever be allowed to sing on
their way to the sea unutilized ex-
2ept to water some little seven by
nine taro patch, or to raise tender
peas for tender maids? We are
thinking OF the little rainbow trout
which dart about in the foam Of
every rushing mountain stream of
the Pacific Coast
The kinsIy Trout
But must our mountain streams
offering a home to the kingly trout?
Oh. the wee, strong line and the keen
barbed hook. and the joy that all true
fishers feel when they yanquish the
NiiiS VI IilC blOOh. Alt lut ItSl-
dents of this beautiful land to be
forever denied the luxury of fried
mountain trout for breakfast, when
every mountain stream that flows
from yonder mountain comes laden
with juiciest food for my friend the
speckled beauty of the high Sierra?
No, a thousand times. Let us get to-
gether and send to the Coast for a mil
lion OF them.
Mountain Peaks Uplifting
Oh, those mountains that rise like
barriers toward the coast! Are they
not grand? See those curiously
shaped peaks! How odd, how strange
are the outlines. How refreshingly
green are the slopes that lead up so
rapidly to the bluffs which stand so
boldly out. How clings the veggeta.
tion to those walls, In deepened can.
yOns how the kukui thrives, and ba-
nanas flourish. How the ferns grow,
how the vines Chamber The luxu.
riousness of the tropics shows on hill
in dale, on slopes, and even' on pre-,
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