--Continued.
KAPAPALA, June 8th.
The fleas at Ainepo quite fulfilled Mr. Gandle's prognostications,
and I was glad when the cold stars went out one by one, and a red,
cloudless dawn broke over the mountain, accompanied by a heavy dew
and a morning mist, which soon rolled itself up into rosy folds and
disappeared, and there was a legitimate excuse for getting up. Our
host provided us with flour, sugar, and dough-nuts, and a hot
breakfast, and our expedition, comprising two natives who knew not a
word of English, Mr. G. who does not know very much more Hawaiian
than I do, and myself, started at seven. We had four superb mules,
and two good pack-horses, a large tent, and a plentiful supply of
camping blankets. I put on all my own warm clothes, as well as most
of those which had been lent to me, which gave me the squat, padded,
look of a puffin or Esquimaux, but all, and more were needed long
before we reached the top. The mules were beyond all praise. They
went up the most severe ascent I have ever seen, climbing steadily
for nine hours, without a touch of the spur, and after twenty-four
hours of cold, thirst, and hunger, came down again as actively as
cats. The pack-horses too were very good, but from the comparative
clumsiness with which they move their feet they were very severely
cut.
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