The New York herald., 1922-08-06
Queens and Bulls and Volcanoes

forces at work beneath the surface
of this best of earths about which
much less than nothing is known.
That makes it the more interesting
to think about.
Returning to Hilo we sailed from
there part way around the big island
TO landing. where we began a two
days hike up the flanks Of Mauna
kea, the majestic mountain mate
OF Mauna Loa, to visit the cattle
ranch Of Col. Sam Parker, a high
caste half white. The horseback ride
was broken by stop over night at
the plantation of an Englishman,
who was on a ship wrecked on the
islands half century before that
time and had never since left
HAWAII. He was magistrate of
sort. the only representative of the
Crown in the district, and had for
his only white neighbor a French
priest. Father Xavier, who had gone
into the district a missionary fresh
from a French Catholic seminary.
sixty years before and remained
there ever since. The comradeship
between these two men was one of
the sweetest I ever encountered.
Spencer. the Englishman. big, hearty
bluff, denying in every movement.
every tone, his seventy-odd years.
was an Episcopalian; he never
omitted going to his church when he
visited Honolulu-once every two or
three years. The Frenchman. slight.
gentle, attending daily to his priestly
duties among the parishioners of his
small and rapidly diminishing parish,
was the picture Of holy ascetic.
Yet he was something besides In our
party were two young Englishmen
who were installing movable rail-
ways and their equipment on sugar
plantations, and Father Xavier, hav-
ing learned of our coming, was in a
flutter of gentle excitement and
curiosity about them. Railways on
the plantations? Well, well, the out
side world is sending us strange
things. He joined us before dinner
after our arrival at spencer's. and
without seeming inquisitiveaess soon
learned of the outside activities of
each. To him / was M'sieur le
Redacteur, and would have none Of
my attempted explanation that was
not an editor. only a reporter.
Before dinner Spencer mixed for
us what, with roar and a laugh,
he called a bull cocktail. / never
learned its ingredients, but compared
to 1t raw brandy is fresh milk.
These having been served to all the
guests except the priest, our host
went to cupboard and produced
French wines and cordials, and some
little cakes. He winked as he whis-
pered to us in a voice audible, / am
certain, at the top. of Mauna Kea,
''The good Father is too young
chap to be offered spirits, SO I have
some of these foolish French bev-
erages for him"
"Ah," said the priest, "Pakana
(Hawaiian for Spencer) win have his
joke about ages. He's only a few
years past his threescore and ten,
but when he arrives at years of dis
cretion-mine, for instance, eighty
three-hen have respect for my
CLOTH"
During dinner one could imagine
these old comrades as like good
natured mastiff and a sprightly fox
terrier who had no other playmates
They tumbled each other about, and
now and then nipped each other
| and if the fox terrier administered
broad grin as If to say, There.
now. did you see that? Isn't he the
little devil of a dog?" The magis-
trate and the priest looked after the
worldly and spiritual welfare of the
simple native dwellers in the dis
trict as if they had been intrusted
with the care of children. They
were much together, those two see
ing no others of their kind some-
times for year or more. But some
day-it may be there even nova
hideous little railroad will poke it's