Much as I like America, I shrink from the day when her universal
political corruption and her unrivalled political immorality shall
be naturalised on Hawaii-nei. . . . Sunday evening. The "Rolling
Moses" is in, and Sabbatic quiet has given place to general
excitement. People thought they heard her steaming in at 4 a.m.,
and got up in great agitation. Her guns fired during morning
service, and I doubt whether I or any other person heard another
word of the sermon. The first batch of letters for the hotel came,
but none for me; the second, none for me; and I had gone to my room
in cold despair, when some one tossed a large package in at my
verandah door, and to my infinite joy I found that one of my benign
fellow-passengers in the Nevada, had taken the responsibility of
getting my letters at San Francisco and forwarding them here. I
don't know how to be grateful enough to the good man. With such
late and good news, everything seems bright; and I have at once
decided to take the first schooner for the leeward group, and remain
four months longer on the islands.
I.L.B.
LETTER XX.
KOLOA, KAUAI, March 23rd.
I am spending a few days on some quaint old mission premises, and
the "guest house," where I am lodged, is a dobe house, with walls
two feet thick, and a very thick grass roof comes down six feet all
round to shade the windows.
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