On the wharf were a good many people
watching our approach, and we recognized the familiar faces of some
missionaries together with those of our fellow-passengers who had landed
before us. Many a hearty hand-grasp was given us as we jumped upon the
wharf, the passengers saying "Good-by," and our missionary friends
giving their warm welcomes to the islands.

After thanking our good captain for his kindness to us, we rode to Rev.
Mr. Clark's where our home was to be for a time. We were now actually at
the end of our long voyage; and we thanked our heavenly Father for
preserving us through dangers seen and unseen. The house itself looked
hospitable,--a two-story white building, with a double piazza, all
covered by a vine resembling the grape, its bunches of brown seeds
making the deception more complete. The doors and windows were all open.
I was shown up to a quiet room with white curtains and bed-draperies,
from which an open door led out upon the upper piazza and its green
festoons of vine. What a relief to eyes that had so long gazed only on
the boundless sea!

The missionaries had heard of the arrival of grandpa and grandma, and
soon we were told there were callers below; so down we went. What a
scene! enough to repay us for all our long journey. There were many whom
we had known at our own house, but whom we never dreamed of seeing in
their missionary home. Heart met heart then; some were so happy that
they cried, and tears were in our own eyes too. Thirty-seven called that
day, and we were very weary when night dropped her curtain. Saturday was
the same,--callers all day.

The children of missionaries on these islands have formed an association
among themselves which they call the "Cousin's Society." There was to be
a meeting of this society on Saturday night at Oahu College, Punahou; so
we all went, starting about dark. After driving up a winding
carriage-road, there burst suddenly upon us a fairy scene. The principal
building was low, with trees and vines about it, and it seemed one blaze
of light. The rooms were decorated with exquisite flowers and ferns, and
the young ladies and gentlemen were in their gala dresses. Forty
"Cousins" were present that night. Grandpa made an address to them,
after President Mills had welcomed us. They edit a paper in their
society called the "Maile Wreath." Maile [My-le] is a beautiful vine
that grows on the islands, and is often used for wreaths. We had some
fine music that eve