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was hot, but among the hills on our right, cool clouds were coming
down in frequent showers, and the white foam of cascades gleamed
among the ohias, whose dark foliage at a distance has almost the
look of pine woods.
Our first halting place was one of the prettiest places I ever saw,
a buff frame-house, with a deep verandah festooned with passion
flowers, two or three guest houses also bright with trailers,
scattered about under the trees near it, a pretty garden, a
background of grey rocky hills cool with woods and ravines, and over
all the vicinity, that air of exquisite trimness which is
artificially produced in England, but is natural here.
Kaluna the Second soon showed symptoms of being troublesome. The
native servants were away, and he was dull, and for that I pitied
him. He asked leave to go back to Koloa for a "sleeping tapa,"
which was refused, and either out of spite or carelessness, instead
of fastening the horses into the pasture, he let them go, and the
following morning when we were ready for our journey they were lost.
Then he borrowed a horse, and late in the afternoon returned with
the four animals, who were all white with foam and dust, and this
escapade detained us another night.
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