She pranced, jumped,
danced, and fretted on the edge of precipices, was furious at the
scow and fords, and seemed demented with good spirits. Onomea
looked glorious, and its serenity was most refreshing. I rode into
Hilo the next day in time for morning service, and the mare, after a
good gallop, subsided into a staidness of demeanour befitting the
day. Just as I was leaving, they asked me to take the news to the
sheriff that a man had been killed a few hours before. He was
riding into Hilo with a child behind him, and they went over by no
means one of the worst of the palis. The man and horse were killed,
but the child was unhurt, and his wailing among the deep ferns
attracted the attention of passers-by to the disaster. The natives
ride over these dangerous palis so carelessly, and on such tired,
starved horses, that accidents are not infrequent. Hilo had never
looked so lovely to me as in the pure bright calm of this Sunday
morning.
The verandahs of all the native houses were crowded with strangers,
who had come in to share in the jubilations attending the king's
visit. At the risk of emulating "Jenkins," or the "Court Newsman,"
I must tell you that Lunalilo, who is by no means an habitual
churchgoer, attended Mr.
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