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fire re-appeared at the bottom of the huge pit, estimated to be 500 feet deep. The molten lava has since then slowly risen, until it is now within about 240 feet from the top; the pit being tunnel-shaped, a longer time will probably be required to fill up the upper half area than the smaller lower half, unless the amount of volcanic force should be greatly increased.
“The most outstanding feature in the present condition of Kilauea, is the fact that the nearly circular lake in the middle of the inner pit or crater is lifted some thirty feet above the floor which surrounds it; the fiery liquid being held in its place by an embankment of cooled lava, which has gradually formed as the lake has risen and overflowed.
“From the brink, 240 feet above, the spectator looks down upon this “ Witches' Cauldron," boiling, and ever and anon throwing up its fiery fountains, dashing over its embankment, now here and now there.
"So high up the liquid fire now is that by taking a three-mile ride on wheels from the Volcano House, a point can be reached from which the lake and its fountains can be seen, without taking the fatiguing journey into the crater."
“There is no other volcanic center in the world at which, as at Kilauea, molten lava is continuously, easily and safely accessible, and this fact along with the comforts of the present Volcano House and the invigoration of 4,000 feet elevation, imparts to the Hawaiian Volcano attractions unparalleled elsewhere."
Besides this crater of Kilauea—the wonder of the
world—there is much that is enchanting on Hawaii, the largest island of the chain.
It would seem as if the goddess of all the waterfalls had taken up her abode here from all time, and was forever superintending the making of them in every smallest valley and ravine. They are of all sizes and forms, from the mammoth giant of Waipio Valley to the tiny ones over mounds and hillocks of only a yard high. While looking at the rainbow tints, the hundred shades of greens and browns, of the hills, and of the valleys, the play of the ever-shifting lights and shadows of cloud, and sea, and sky, and hill-top, one feels quite content to sit down here and look no farther for Nature's beauties or wonders. “The perfection of atmosphere and of scene are surely just here," you say.
In the rainy season, more particularly, all nature takes on its “high lights” of color—the never-ending shades and tints of green, and blue, and red, and gold, “in earth, and sky, and sea, and air,” dazzling to to the eye and bewildering to the artist who would attempt to give on canvas any faint idea even, of such a world of color. A“companion piece” to all this would be a still, clear, brilliant day in mid-winter in New England, when every hill and valley, tree and fence, is in its freshest dress of solid heavy snow; when the sun is bright, and the sky steel-blue; when the river is frozen over and still, and not a sound can be heard but the tinkling of the distant sleigh-bells, or the merry laughter of the skaters on the smooth ice.
ALOHA HAWAII NEI!
“The lava tree-casts of Puna have, as far as we know, escaped the observation of authors who have written about these islands. They are very little known, though they may be classed among the most interesting natural wonders the islands contain. At the back of Kapoho, on the foothills of the mountain, is an ancient lava flow; so ancient that it is covered with herbage, and a new forest has grown upon it. Here and there amongst the living trees of this forest stand what appear, at first sight, trunks of trees of larger girth. These are the laya-casts of trees which perished (it is impossible to say how long ago) in that flow. The lava of that stream must have been of an unusually viscid nature, for instead of flowing on after surrounding the base of these trees it coiled itself round their trunks like some huge serpent'twining in giant folds' higher and higher, till it reached the branches, eight or ten feet above the ground. As the trees gradually perished, the lava mantle remained forming a solid cast of the trees that had been enwrapt from the ground to the beginning of the branches. Several of these casts are above one's head on horseback. According to Capt. J. E. Elderts, to whom the writer is indebted for his visit to these columnar casts, similar columns are to be seen further back in the mountain, and of greater height than these near Kapoho.”—Bishop of Honolulu.
THE following gem,“ Go On," is by an anonymous
I poet. There are fourteen verses, all alike, the first one of which is given :
You wish me to make my subject "plain as way to parish church"; and that is my desire, to be sure, in opening up this wonderful cane-producing country to your mental vision-this land where the people are "fed on the finest of wheat and honey," and with sweetest of water “out of the stony rock”—this“ land of pomegranates and of oil olive"—this land of perpetual sunshine and of rainbow-this “ Land of Promise,”—of rarest skies and daintiest air—"this other Eden, demi-paradise-this precious stone set in the silver sea”--this Hawaii.
A soil where every foot put down to cane will help to swell the amount of the export-sugar! Rice—the best of rice; taro (arum esculentum)—as good as potato; sweet potatoes—as good as the Carolinas; coffee—none better in Java, and were it not for the blight that often takes it, and for which no remedy has yet been found, might rival the sugar—with all the tropical fruits and melons, and strawberries “for a song"! Indeed, there are undeveloped resources enough in this little country to enrich two kingdoms the size of Hawaii.
One can, every few days, take a sailing-vessel (passage, first-class, forty-five dollars for San Francisco direct for Hilo, on the Island of Hawaii; or for Kahului, on Maui, making port in about two weeks. From these points passage on an inter-island steamer can be taken for Honolulu, for six dollars. Of course, one can reach the capital from many other points around these islands. But these are important centers, and from them a traveler can make good progress in any direction he may wish to steer. For the small sum of seventy dollars, one can reach Honolulu from San Francisco in seven days, traveling in a floating palace, with no reasonable wish ungratified, and with a most superb table, where the bill of fare is almost 2,100 miles long! And one fairly needs to lie awake at night to decide what to call for at breakfast, so tempting and so unbounded are the viands.
You will agree with me, I am sure, that there is nothing one will recollect longer than discomforts and discontent realized on a sea-trip. One remains with me yet, like a bad dream, after many years. There was, first of all, lack of skill in the officers; then, want of principle-for one was intoxicated during a distress