Kilauea as she
came round a point in the distance at six o'clock in the morning. We
wended our way to the beach, and amused ourselves by watching little
native children playing in the water, and by picking up shells, until
the boat came to take us on board the steamer, when we bade our friends
good-by. As there was no wharf, a native took us up one by one and
carried us to the boat. It seemed so funny at first for us grown people
to be taken up like children; but we got accustomed to it, the men
lifting us easily, and placing us in the boat as dry and comfortable as
possible. By three o'clock in the afternoon we were off Honoipu, where
we were to disembark. This is the landing for Kohala. Mr. Bond met us,
and a kind German was there with his wagon to take grandma and the
baggage to Mr. B.'s house. The rest of us went on horseback. Before
grandpa mounted his horse, the natives gathered about him, and asked by
an interpreter how old he was. They said, "his face and his form was
young, but his hair was old." They expected to see an old decrepit man,
and were quite surprised to find him so fresh and vigorous. We started
on a brisk canter over a good road. My horse was unfortunate in his
disposition, and would sometimes run across the road to kick another.

"Why, aunty, what did he do that for?" asked Harry.

Perhaps he had the same feeling that a little boy has, when he races
with another boy. The latter runs a little faster perhaps, and the boy
that is behind tries to hinder or tease him in some way, so that he may
lose the race. I suppose my horse didn't want the other to pass him, and
so tried to kick him.

The trade-wind swept across that part of the island with great force. It
really seemed as if we would be blown off our horses, and I was glad
that my hat-strings were sewed on tightly. After a while, a sudden
shower came up, lasting about five minutes; but the wind soon dried us.
Another and heavier one making its appearance in the distance, we turned
off the road to go a shorter way. Mr. Bond was mounted on a large white
mule; as we were galloping hastily along over the grassy field, his
mule stumbled, and over they went. All we could see was the mule's four
feet in the air. Fortunately, Mr. Bond was not under the animal, as we
feared, but rose from the soft grass a few feet ahead uninjured. The
shower came steadily on, and we were obliged to take refuge in a native
hut. The natives ran out, took off our saddles, a