What are _lassos_?" asked Alice.

A lasso is a long rope, sometimes made of leather. It is generally used
to catch wild horses or cattle with; but it did excellent service in the
way in which it was used that day.

We arrived at Mrs. Rice's, Lihue, in good season, and stayed there
overnight. We visited another sugar-mill there, and found it like the
others,--a _sweet_ place.

Early on Saturday morning, I started on an excursion to Wailua Falls,
about six miles distant. We rode over field and meadow, when suddenly my
companion reined in his horse, and came for me to dismount. "But where
are the falls?" said I. "You will see soon." A few steps brought me to
the brink of an abyss. What a beautiful scene burst upon my astonished
eye! Right before me was this huge sheet of water, pouring into a dark
circular pool beneath. One side of the fall was heavy, the other so thin
that it seemed as if every drop fell by itself; while covering the black
rocks beneath, as if with emerald velvet, were delicate ferns and
mosses. How pure and fleecy it looked! while far, far below us the river
gleamed like silver through the leaves. The hight of this fall is one
hundred and eighty-six feet, and it is fifty feet broad. Two miles
farther up the river is another fall nearly as high, but divided into
two cascades, one about one hundred feet, the other perhaps seventy.

There is a fine estate not far from the falls that seemed more like an
American country-seat than any I saw on the islands. A large square
house is built upon the edge of what was once an old crater, but which
is now transformed into a fine garden, abounding in flowers. This is a
dairy-farm, and is well kept. Our sixteen miles' ride was performed in
less than three hours, which we thought fast riding, there being no road
most of the way.

We left Lihue at ten o'clock, and rode over to Koloa, ten miles, in the
barouche, arriving there in time for dinner.

After tea the young people of the mission went down upon the beach to
see the "Spouting Horn." Through an underground channel, the waves are
driven in with so much force as to make, through a small hole in the
rock, a fountain forty or fifty feet high, with a sound that is heard
for some distance. There is also a blow-hole, reminding one of the
volcano, and a "boiler,"--a round cavity where the waves sink, and then
suddenly boil over.

On the Sabbath, grandpa addressed the natives in the morning. The
governor of the isla