LETTER XXIII.

LIHUE. KAUAI, April 17.

Before leaving Kauai I must tell you of a solitary expedition I have

just made to the lovely valley of Hanalei. It was only a three days

"frolic," but an essentially "good time." Mr. Rice provided me with

a horse and a very pleasing native guide. I did not leave till two

in the afternoon, as I only intended to ride fifteen miles, and, as

the custom is, ask for a night's lodging at a settler's house.

However, as I drew near Mr. B.'s ranch, I felt my false courage

oozing out of the tips of my fingers, and as I rode up to the door,

certain obnoxious colonial words, such as "sundowners," and

"bummers," occurred to me, and I felt myself a "sundowner" when the

host came out and asked me to dismount. He said he was sorry his

wife was away, but he would do his best for me in her absence, and

took me down to a room where a very rough-looking man was tenderly

nursing a baby a year old, which was badly burned or scalded, and

which began to cry violently at my entrance, and required the united

efforts of the two bereaved men to pacify it. They had the charge

of it between them. I took it while they went to make some tea, and

it kicked, roared, and fought until they came back. By that time I

had prepared a neat little speech, saying that I was not the least

tired, and would only trouble them for a glass of water; and, having

covered my cowardice successfully, I went on, having been urged by

the hospitable ranchman to be sure to stay for the night at his

father-in-law's house, a few miles further on. I saw that the

wishes of the native went in the same direction, but after my one

experience I assured myself that I had not the necessary nerve for

this species of mendicancy, and went on as fast as the horse could

gallop wherever the ground admitted of it, the scenery becoming more

magnificent as the dark, frowning mountains of Hanalei loomed

through the gathering twilight.

But they were fifteen miles off, and on the way we came to a broad,

beautiful ravine, through which a broad, deep river glided into the

breakers. I had received some warnings about this, but it was

supposed that we could cross in a ferry scow, of which, however, I

only found the bones. The guide and the people at the ferryman's

house talked long without result, but eventually, by many signs, I

contrived to get them to take me over in a crazy punt, half full of

water, and the horses swam across. Before we reached the top of the

ravine, the last redness of twilight had died from off the

melancholy ocean, the black forms of mountains looked huge in the

darkness, and the wind sighed so eerily through the creaking

lauhalas, as to add much to the effect. It became so very dark that

I could only just see my horse's ears, and we found ourselves

occasionally in odd predicaments, such as getting into crevices, or

dipping off from steep banks; and it was in dense darkness that we

arrived above what appeared to be a valley with twinkling lights,

lying at the foot of a precipice, and walled in on all sides but one

by lofty mountains. It was rather queer, diving over the wooded

pali on a narrow track, with nothing in sight but the white jacket

of the native, who had already indicated that he was at the end of

his resources regarding the way, but just as a river gleamed

alarmingly through the gloom, a horseman on a powerful horse brushed

through the wood, and on being challenged in Hawaiian replied in

educated English, and very politely turned with me, and escorted me

over a disagreeable ferry in a scow without rails, and to my

destination, two miles beyond.

Yesterday, when I left, the morning was brilliant, and after

ascending the pali, I stayed for some time on an eminence which

commands the valley, presented by Mr. Wyllie to Lady Franklin, in

compliment to her admiration of its loveliness. Hanalei has been

likened by some to Paradise, and by others to the Vale of Caschmir.

Everyone who sees it raves about it. "See Hanalei and die," is the

feeling of the islanders, and certainly I was not disappointed, nor

should I be with Paradise itself were it even a shade less fair! It

has every element of beauty, and in the bright sunshine, with the

dark shadows on the mountains, the waterfalls streaking their wooded

sides, the river rushing under kukuis and ohias, and then lingering

lovingly amidst living greenery, it looked as if the curse had never

lighted there.

Its mouth, where it opens on the Pacific, is from two to three miles

wide, but the boundary mountains gradually approach each other, so

that five miles from the sea a narrow gorge of wonderful beauty

alone remains. The crystal Hanalei flows placidly to the sea for

the last three or four miles, tired by its impetuous rush from the

mountains, and mirrors on its breast hundreds of acres of cane,

growing on a plantation formerly belonging to Mr. Wyllie, an

enterprising Ayrshire man, and one of the ablest and most

disinterested foreigners who ever administered Hawaiian affairs.

Westward of the valley there is a region of mountains, slashed by

deep ravines. The upper ridges are densely timbered, and many of

the ohias have a circumference of twenty-five feet, three feet from

the ground. It was sad to turn away for ever from the loveliness of

Hanalei, even though by taking another route, which involved a ride

of forty miles, I passed through and in view of, most entrancing

picturesqueness. Indeed, for mere loveliness, I think that part of

Kauai exceeds anything that I have seen.

The atmosphere and scenery were so glorious that it was possible to

think of nothing all day, but just allow oneself passively to drink

in sensations of exquisite pleasure. I wish all the hard-worked

people at home, who lead joyless lives in sunless alleys, could just

have one such day, and enjoy it as I did, that they might know how

fair God's earth is, and how far fairer His Paradise must be, if

even from this we cannot conceive "of the things which He hath

prepared for them that love Him." I never before felt so sad for

those whose lives are passed amidst unpropitious surroundings, or so

thankful for my own capacity of enjoying nature.

Just as we were coming up out of a deep river, a native riding about

six feet from me was caught in a quicksand. He jumped off, but the

horse sank half way up its body. I wanted to stay and see it

extricated, for its struggles only sank it deeper, but the natives

shrugged their shoulders, and said in Hawaiian, "only a horse," and

something they always say when anything happens, equivalent to

"What's the odds?" It was a joyously-exciting day, and I was

galloping down a grass hill at a pace which I should not have

assumed had white people been with me, when a native rode up to me

and said twice over, "maikai! paniola," and laughed heartily. When

my native came up, he pointed to me and again said "paniola;" and

afterwards we were joined by two women, to whom my guide spoke of me

as paniola; and on coming to the top of a hill they put their horses

into a gallop, and we all rode down at a tremendous, and, as I

should once have thought, a break-neck speed, when one of the women

patted me on the shoulder, exclaiming, "maikai! maikai! paniola." I

thought they said "spaniola," taking me for a Spaniard, but on

reaching Lihue, and asking the meaning of the word, Mrs. Rice said,

"Oh, lassoing cattle, and all that kind of thing." I was disposed

to accept the inference as a compliment; but when I told Mrs. R.

that the word had been applied to myself, she laughed very much, and

said she would have toned down its meaning had she known that!

We rode through forests lighted up by crimson flowers, through

mountain valleys greener than Alpine meadows, descended steep palis,

and forded deep, strong rivers, pausing at the beautiful Wailua

Falls, which leap in a broad sheet of foam and a heavy body of water

into a dark basin, walled in by cliffs so hard that even the ferns

and mosses which revel in damp, fail to find roothold in the naked

rock. Both above and below, this river passes through a majestic

canon, and its neighbourhood abounds in small cones, some with

crateriform cavities at the top, some broken down, and others,

apparently of great age, wooded to their summits. A singular ridge,

called Mauna Kalalea, runs along this part of the island,

picturesque beyond anything, and, from its abruptness and peculiar

formation, it deceives the eye into judging it to be as high as the

gigantic domes of Hawaii. Its peaks are needle-like, or else blunt

projections of columnar basalt, rising ofttimes as terraces. At a

beautiful village called Anahola the ridge terminates abruptly, and

its highest portion is so thin that a large patch of sky can be seen

through a hole which has been worn in it.

I reached Lihue by daylight, having established my reputation as a

paniola by riding forty miles in 7.5 hours, "very good time" for the

islands. I hope to return here in August, as my hospitable friends

will not allow me to leave on any other condition. The kindness I

have received on Kauai is quite overwhelming, and I shall remember

its refined and virtuous homes as long as its loveliness and

delicious climate.

HAWAIIAN HOTEL. HONOLULU. April 23rd.

I have nothing new to add. Mr. Dexter is so far recovered that I

fear I shall not find my friends here on my return. People are in

the usual fever about the mail, and I must close this.

I.L.B.

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