Our
landlord and his wife had one corner of the room, another man and his
wife another corner, our native men a third, and we the fourth.
Learning that our shawls were wet, the son brought out a large bed tapa
for our covering. Taking our bags for pillows, we lay down to
rest,--_sleep_, I can not say, for fleas and cockroaches were too
abundant to permit this.

"What is _tapa_, aunty?" asked Willie.

Tapa is their native cloth made from the bark of trees. They take the
inner part of the bark, I believe, and beat it with mallets of very hard
wood until it is soft and flexible, wetting the bark from time to time.
It looks like a kind of paper, rather than cloth. These cloths the
natives dye with various colors, in patterns to suit their own fancy.
The bed tapas are from three to five large sheets placed one above
another, and are very warm and comfortable.

Early next morning, we started on our journey through field and forest,
and reached Mr. Paris's house about half-past two, having accomplished
our journey of sixty miles in eighteen hours. We were cordially
welcomed by the family, and were glad indeed to be with grandma again.

We walked one evening to the house near by, where Kapiolani and her
husband Naihe lived. You remember Kapiolani was the brave princess I
told you of. It was a stone house, built of solid coral rocks, the walls
three feet thick, and is on an eminence commanding a fine view of the
sea. No one was now living in the house; but quite a number of little
kittens, wild as they could be, scampered in terror from room to room,
as we went through the apartments.

Next morning, Mr. Paris took us out to ride. We visited a native church
about two miles from his house, a pretty stone building, nicely finished
off inside with koa wood, much resembling mahogany. The horse grandpa
rode was a handsome black fellow; mine was a large sorrel called
Bonaparte. Both horses had a decided aversion to going through puddles
of water. Bonaparte had been broken in by a native, who hurt him about
the head, after which, he had a great antipathy to natives; indeed, he
had a dislike to any strangers. After a time, he got to know me; but if
a native tried to touch him, he became almost frantic. He was a very
easy horse for riding, and I became quite fond of him, and used to feed
and give him water. One day we were all out riding, and as we came
toward the house, I galloped into the yard and dismounted on the stone
wall, wh