The New York herald., 1922-02-19


the chaulmoogra medicine.
The Londons made the dangerous
ascent of the Molokai precipice to
reach the other side of the island
from the leper settlement.
sat IL o'clock yesterday, on our
diminutive beasts, we bade farewell
under the cluster of kulluis where
our friends had accompanied US on
the beginning OF the ascent, and
proceeded to wage the sky questing,
arid pathway, for this section Of
the pail is almost bare OF vegeta-
ton. Short stretches as scary We
have ridden; it is the length OF this
climb that tries-angling upon the
stark face of a 1900 foot barrier.
They told me, when 1 bestrode the
short, strong back of the mule Ma
kaha, to "stay by her until the sum-
NIT is reached. She never fails
Implicitly 1 obeyed, for the very good
reason that I would have been loath
to trust my own feet, let alone my
head Never a stumble did her tiny
twinkling hoofs make, even where
loose stony soil crumbled and fell a
thousand feet and more into the sea
that wrinkled oilily far below. and
the hardy muscle and lungs of her
seemed to put forth no unusual ef-
fort"
Sometimes an angle was so acute
that she and the ponies were forced
to swing on hind legs to reach the
upper zigzag, where poised front
hoofs must grip into sliding stones
or feel for hold among large. fixed
rocks, and the rider lie forward on
the horses neck. A miss meant
something less than a half mile Of
catapultic descent through blue
space into the slne ocean. Once Jack
glimpsed destruction from the guides
horse that slipped and scrambled
and almost parted from the zigzag
Immediately overhead. There were
places where it seemed incredible
that anything less agile than a goat
could stick.
Jack London died planning to live
again in Hawaii. Chairman returned
to the islands a few months ago.
81 went back. alone, and in that
aloneness there was something very
solemn. OF course went back. One
who knows Hawaii always goes back.
The old lure abides; nor does 1t
abate when the vessels forefoot,
spurning the silver flying fish, is
heard thrippin9 into the azure silken
sea level, which betokens nearness
TO remembered isles. Again ''the old
lost stars wheel back; again the
yardarm of the Southern Cross leans
upon the night purple horizon;
again the old, lovely approach to
Oahu. with Molokai sleeping to the
southeast"
The last page or two of "Our
Hawaii afford an interesting pic
ture of the departure of liner from
Honolulu for America, a scene have
participated in so often / can see it
now as vividly as it is portrayed
here:
"On the big wharf was scarcely
standing room for those come to
God speed the ship. The faces OF the
passengers were regretful, no mat
ter what their pleasure OF home
going. Bedecked with wreaths, they
struggled through the flowery crush
rails that appeared like TERED garden
walls. The embracing was over, the
eyes to eyes farewellS that tried to
remain composed. Jack Atkinson,
who at the last took charge of
breasting a way for me TO the gang
plank, handed me through the gate.
l was banked to the eyes with the
rarest leis of roses, yiolets, plumeria,
proud ilimia and all. 1t being a
warm March day, and the weight of
flowers very paipable, one felt much
as if in a perfumed Turkish bath.
Leaning over the topmost rail. try
ing to locate faces in the dense gath
ering, I realized again all the sweet
ness of my welcome and parting.
Diffidently, desolately 1 mad ap-
preached our Hawaii. AS / had