mpany of natives escorted us to the shore, carrying our shawls and
bags, seeming eager to do something for our comfort. I wanted to take a
photograph of grandpa, as he stood surrounded by natives, he looked so
much the picture of happy contentment.

On the steamer we tried our first cocoa-nuts. They are very different
from those we get at home, the meat not being half so thick, and quite
soft. There is more than as much again liquid, and it is sweeter, and
colorless like water.

A few hours' sail brought us to Kalepolepo. Rev. Mr. Alexander had
ridden over from Wailuku, ten miles distant, and came on board, and
stayed with us some hours while the steamer took on board a supply of
wood. It was good to see his beaming face, and receive his cordial
welcome. He gave me a lesson in Hawaiian.

"What was it, aunty?" asked Willie.

One sentence was, "He olu olu anei oe?" Are you well? You would say
perhaps, "Aole au i ike." I don't understand.

"How funny!" said little Alice.

The next morning, just before we reached Kailua, we discovered the
king's barge, and in a few minutes he himself came on board with some
of his attendants. The meeting between himself and his queen was
affecting; she, not having been to their country-seat since the death of
the young prince, was quite overcome. His Majesty was dressed in a light
mixed suit, with drab buskins buttoned to the knee, white boots, and a
drab felt hat, with about two inches of crape on it. His buskins,
setting off his fine form, gave him a very noble appearance. Indeed, he
seemed to feel himself every inch a king. After the queen had become
somewhat composed, he came to where we sat and, with a hearty shake of
the hand, welcomed us to his country. He spoke of his visit to America,
some years ago, and conversed very agreeably for some little time. At
leaving us, both he and the queen again shook hands, with the same
pleasant manner.

At noon we arrived in Kealakekua Bay, on the west side of Hawaii, where
Captain Cook was killed. Rev. Mr. Paris was on the beach, with horses
to take us to his house, about two miles distant. As the steamer was to
remain till night, we went. Our landing was almost on the very spot
where Cook was killed. Grandma and I donned our riding-skirts, mounted
our horses and started on our ride. Such hills and roads, so dusty and
steep, never before entered my imagination! It was the first time
grandma had been on a horse for forty years. Sometimes we