iting.

XI.

Kau and Journey to Kaawaloa.

At half-past six in the morning, we landed in Kau,--that is grandpa and
I did; grandma went on in the steamer to Kealakekua Bay. Rev. Mr. Gulick
met us as we stepped on shore. Horses were in waiting, and we were soon
in the saddle ready for our seven miles' ride to Waiohinu. Mr. and Mrs.
Gulick have here a boarding-school for native girls. They had nine
pupils of various shades and sizes. Some of them seemed very bright and
intelligent, and were quick and handy about their work. Beside
their studies, they are beginning to learn to make their own
clothes and to do housework.

Sabbath morning we visited the Sabbath-school. As we entered, the
children were singing in Hawaiian the hymn, "I want to be an Angel," and
soon after "I have a Father in the Promised Land," both of them to the
familiar tunes the children sing with us. It quite carried me back in
association to our home Sabbath-schools. The Hawaiians love to sing, and
the children sing with all their hearts, just as our children do.

Grandpa gave them a short talk, and then we went into the church, and he
addressed the native congregation,--an intelligent and well-dressed body
of men and women. The Hawaiians as a race are excessively fond of
flowers. Some of the girls wore wreaths of rosebuds round their necks;
some had flowers in their hair, and others held a few in their hands.
The judge of the district, who had a little daughter in Mr. Gulick's
school, brought her a wand of roses, wreathed round a stick, which he
handed to her with a smile as she came into church.

In the afternoon, grandpa preached to the foreign residents. Every white
person but one in the district was present, making sixteen in all
including ourselves. There were only four ladies, most of the men having
native wives. The shoemaker, the blacksmith, the missionary, the
planter, all met in that little parlor, to hear a sermon in their native
tongue. It made no difference what was their religious belief; they came
dressed in their best, and some of them joined in singing the hymns, the
tunes doubtless familiar to them long ago, before they left their
father's roof.

Monday morning we started on our journey across the island, to where
grandma was staying. Our baggage was packed on a mule, and the
saddle-bags filled with our eatables.

"What are _saddle-bags_?" asked Willie.

They are two bags fastened on a broad strip of leather, made to