nd of Kauai was present. In the afternoon he
preached to the foreigners. Quite a party came over from Lihue, making a
goodly number in all. Almost all the native churches on the Sandwich
Islands are pretty and neat. The people seem to take a great deal of
pride in them, and keep them in good repair. All are furnished with
bells, so that the sound of the "church-going bell" is heard in every
village.

Monday morning we started for Waimea with a large cavalcade, our friends
wishing to see us safely over the first half of our way. Mr. Rowell, of
Waimea, met us. The country as we neared Waimea grew desolate. They had
had no rain there for a year, and nearly all vegetation had dried up.
Not a blade of grass was seen, and only a few green trees relieved the
eye in that arid region. The reason of the drought is that Waimea is on
the leeward side of the mountains, which are a barrier to the clouds and
rain.

"What is _leeward_?" asked Harry.

On the opposite side from that upon which the wind blows. We were met
with great cordiality by the entire family. "Old Jona" came to see us,
an aged Hawaiian of Kamehameha I.'s time. A very interesting old man he
was too.

The next morning there was a meeting at the church, and grandpa
addressed the natives. "Old Jona" sat in front of the pulpit, and when
anything grandpa said pleased him particularly, he would turn round to
him, smile, and nod his head. It was amusing to observe his evident
enjoyment.

Some of us went down to the beach. The tide was coming in, and the boys
made what they called sandboats. They built a bank in the shape of a
boat, and watched to see the waves wash it away. At length they made a
heavy sand fort, which they called Sumter, that seemed strong enough to
defy the assaults of the water. Wave after wave dashed against and over
it, and finally it, too, disappeared like the others.

In the afternoon we rode up into the valley, where Mr. Rowell's garden
is. There everything was green, in striking contrast with the scene near
his house. We found some nice peaches, and brought home a pretty bouquet
of white roses and nasturtions. The next day, Wednesday, we started for
Koloa. Dr. Smith and party met us at Wahiawa. We stopped to dine at Mr.
Duncan McBride's, a Scotchman's, where we were sumptuously entertained.
After tea at Dr. Smith's, we embarked on the steam-schooner Annie
Laurie, and soon after seven, took our farewell look at the island of
Kauai.

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