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the road barefooted, long before sunrise (for the natives are very early risers), to reach that friend's house or" place.”
A luau means a pig roasted, chicken, fish and poi. Of course, for royalty, one can be made very elaborate. The table is on the grass, and spread with taro leaves. The food is handled with the fingers.
A pig, fish or chicken, wrapped in ti leaves and baked, native form, in an oven made in the ground, of heated stones, etc., is a rich delicacy, often to be desired. Nothing could be better or tenderer in the way of dining. “There is a great deal in the native,” is a proverb I delight to quote, for its perfect truthfulness. After my experience of a luau I could not blame the natives for not wishing to miss one, even on Sunday!
The weaving of garlands of flowers and ferns, by the native women, is very ingenious and beautiful. They make quite a trade of it on all fair days, but more especially on "steamer days,” when steamers are leaving for the Coast or Colonies. This is the high-daythe harvest-of the native women.
They will come in from the valleys very early with their baskets of flowers, and sitting on their mats on the sidewalk of one of the principal thoroughfares leading to the wharves, will make their leis to sell to the passer-by; and every one, men as well as women, is expected to wear this pretty native chain.
A perfect tier of gaudy flowers is often seen on a man's neck, making him look ridiculous, ludicrous and
sheepish. But when we are in Hawaii, we must do as the Hawaiians do, I suppose. And they certainly do leis-wearing very brown! It is a gala-time, the brilliant flowers, the band, the waving of hats and handkerchiefs, and the repeated shouting of Aloha! as the steamer moves away from the wharf. The town then sobers off for another ten days or two weeks.
In their weaving and plaiting of mats, fans, hats and other articles, the palm, banana, fern and other plants used, are prepared with great care for this most ingenious work. A mat woven of narrow strips, white, firm, smooth as satin, and of pretty pattern, three yards square, is well worth forty dollars. The Panama hat cannot exceed in beauty and fineness some done by these natives. Oh, they are very deft in all this kind of work—it is their birthright.
In the mountains there is a small blackbird, with one tiny yellow feather under its wing. This bird is snared by the natives, the feather plucked and the bird freed. But there are close imitations of dyed feathers. I know that where a native has been employed to remake a necklace of these valuable feathers, she would steal some of them, concealing them in her mouth! And it is not now every native who can do this kind of weaving or netting. A cloak of his late Majesty, King Kalakaua, of these feathers, is worth one hundred thousand dollars, and has come down as an heirloom — a net of priceless, golden feathers !
The cloak of Kamehameha I. is said to have occu
pied nine generations of kings in its construction. Nothing but Hawaiian patience could accomplish this remarkable work, even in that time! and it will soon be numbered among the“ lost arts.” The groundwork is native hemp, and the feathers are overlapped like the shingles on a roof. These feathers were used as money, and were accepted by the government in
ment of taxes.re not thievess, hospitable,
The natives are not thieves by any manner of means; they are kind, generous, hospitable, gentle, easy, happy-going people, fond of you, it may be, fond of music, flowers, song; fond of color, light and laughter; fond of poi—and of Hawaii! But if they enter your "place" (and such things as locks and keys, or bolts and bars to houses were unknown until within a few years, until communication become so frequent between the Colonies, the Coast and the Islands), and see, for instance, a plenty of thread in your work-basket, and they happen to want a little, they will take a little, as a matter of course; and if you are there and offer them a part of it, they will take it, as a “matter of course”! “It's all in the family.” That's what they mean. And you finally come to see things with their eyes.
The Islanders, to a great extent - not so much now as in former years,—have been dependent upon themselves for amusements and entertainments; and great attention has been paid to music, so that there are really many excellent musicians living there. When a concert or an opera is given in Honolulu you may be sure of a treat-not an amateur affair, but a finished and artistic performance. The proceeds are always devoted to charity. Many of the homes are beautiful-the houses are built as light and airy as possible, with wide verandas, and great regard is paid to dainty and simple and cool-looking furnishing-muslin hangings, bare floors and mats, easy, light and comfortable chairs and lounges of wicker or cane, with pretty lamps and pictures, open doors and windows, a garden of palms, ferns and flowers—and you see at once how the foreigner lives in Hawaii!
The violet, crocus, mignonette, pansy, maid-o'-the mist, bachelors'- button, heliotrope, Canterbury - bell, foxglove, Sweet William, Star of Bethlehem, Patagonia mint, southernwood, cinnamon pink, columbine, daffodil,
“With feverfew, and dahlias, and delicate pink phlox,
And grandmother's fair favorites, old-fashioned hollyhocks,"
and a countless host of others of our dearly-loved New England beauties and sweet scents, are rarely seen, or cultivated with great care. It would seem as “out of place" to see a snowdrop (the dainty little white nun), or the trailing-arbutus, or even checkerberry - leaves at these Islands, as to see a cocoanut-tree in a New England meadow. The lack of harmony, the discord, would be felt at once to any sensitive nature.
I have seen a (full-native) boy with red hair—“all the same fire-house," as a native would say,—and freckled skin (white), but it jarred on my nerves to look at him. I do not care for white negroes (Albinos) nor red-headed Hawaiians! But to resume: What is lacking in the tropics in fineness and scent is made up in color. The Bourgainvillia would startle you, and make you open your mouth and draw in your breath (like little Kalani, when insulted by the giant), if you came upon it suddenly and had never seen it before. One end of the Priory is covered with a blanket of this magenta-colored climber. Like the poinciana regia, the leaves can hardly be seen, and the blossoms mass as if they were basted together loosely; the long delicate stamens are white of both these flowers. In looking at them one would fancy that Nature had but the one single color in her paint-pot at a time, and used it all, perfectly regardless of economy or thrift!-clear magenta in one, and vivid scarlet in the other. They are, perhaps, the two most perfect flowers in this respect. Both bear large, generous blossoms.
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Royal Hawaiian Band. Chorus—“Ua mau ke Ea o ka Aina i ka Pono" .. Liliuokalani
Hui Mele Hawaii Noeau. Piano Solo" Military Polonaise" ........ • Chopin
Miss C. Castle. Solo-"The Nightingale"............. Nicaoli
Miss E. Halstead. Trio—“Meditation in E”........... Richardson
Miss K. McGrew, Miss M. Atkinson, and Mr. Taylor.