She evidently thinks us a sour, morose,
worrying, forlorn race. "We," she said, "are always happy; we never
grieve long about anything; when any one dies we break our hearts
for some days, and then we are happy again. We are happy all day
long, not like white people, happy one moment, gloomy another:
we've no cares, the days are too short. What are haoles always
unhappy about?" Perhaps she expresses the general feeling of her
careless, pleasure-loving, mirth-loving people, who, whatever
commands they disobey, fulfil the one, "Take no thought for the
morrow." The fabrication of the beautiful quilts I before wrote of
is a favourite occupation of native women, and they make all their
own and their husbands' clothes; but making leis, going into the
woods to collect materials for them, talking, riding, bathing,
visiting, and otherwise amusing themselves, take up the greater part
of their time. Perhaps if we white women always wore holukus of one
shape, we should have fewer gloomy moments!
I.L.B.
LETTER XVI.
WAIMANU VALLEY. HAWAII.
I am sitting at the door of a grass lodge, at the end of all things,
for no one can pass further by land than this huge lonely cleft.
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