Our Hawaii: (islands and Islanders)Macmillan, 1922 - 427 pages |
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Aloha beach beautiful blue boat called canoes Captain coast color cool crater dance deep Diamond Head dream eyes face feet fish flowers Ford friends garden grass green Haleakala hand haole Harbor Hawaii Hawaiian head heiau Hilo holoku Honolulu horses hula Islands Jack London Jack's Japanese Kaiulani Kalakaua Kalaupapa kamaaina Kamehameha Kauai Kilauea Kona Lahaina lanai land lava lehua lepers Liliuokalani live look luau malihini Maui Mauna Kea Mauna Loa miles missionaries Molokai morning mountain native never night Oahu once Pacific pali palms Pan-Pacific Parker Ranch Pearl plantations Polynesian Prince Princess Queen race Ranch ride road royal saddle sailed seemed Shipman shore side smile Snark sugar surf sweet swimming thing Thurston tion trail trees tropic valley volcano wahine Waikiki Wailuku wall warm wind women wonder young
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Page 13 - No alien land in all the world has any deep, strong charm for me but that one: no other land could so longingly and beseechingly haunt me sleeping and waking, through half a lifetime, as that one has done.
Page 13 - For me its balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun, the pulsing of its...
Page 136 - FORTH from her land to mine she goes, The island maid, the island rose, Light of heart and bright of face : The daughter of a double race. Her islands here, in Southern sun, Shall mourn their Kaiulani gone, And I, in her dear banyan shade, Look vainly for my little maid. But our Scots islands far away Shall glitter with unwonted day, And cast for once their tempests by To smile in Kaiulani's eye.
Page 136 - M her look at this page; it will be like a weed gathered and pressed at home; and she will remember her own islands, and the shadow of the mighty tree; and she will hear the peacocks screaming in the dusk and the wind blowing in the palms; and she will think of her father sitting there alone...
Page 288 - And it's twenty thousand mile to our little lazy isle Where the trumpet-orchids blow! You have heard the call of the off-shore wind And the voice of the deep-sea rain ; You have heard the song — how long — how long? Pull out on the trail again! The Lord knows what we may find, dear lass, And the Deuce knows what we may do — But we're back once more on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail, We're down, hull down, on the Long Trail — the trail that is always new!
Page 216 - There is something approaching the sublime in the lofty noddings of the kahiles of state, as they tower far above the heads of the group whose distinction they proclaim : something conveying to the mind impressions of greater majesty than the gleanings of the most splendid banner I ever saw unfurled.
Page 130 - Beautiful," and is pronounced Hah-lay-e-vah. There is so much dissension as to how the "v" sound crept into the "w," that I am going to keep out of it, and retire with the statement that Alexander, in his splendid "History of the Hawaiian People," remarks that "The letter 'w' generally sounds like 'v' between the penult and final syllable of a word." House and grounds are very attractive, broad lawns sloping to an estuary just inside the beach, and in this river-like bit of water picturesque fishing...
Page 44 - baby-grand" piano, furnished an air of city elegance to the equally refined summer rusticity. I did not even want to touch the alluring piano ; to lie deep in that reclining chair of cool rattan and to know that it was there, golden-complete within its glossy casing, was all-satisfying. Jack, watching under his long lashes, smiled indulgently. "Funny way to make a living, Mate- Woman!" Often he thinks aloud about his selection of a means of livelihood, and ever grows more convinced that he chose...
Page 8 - Take surf-boarding, for instance. A California real estate agent, with that one asset, could make the burnt, barren heart of Sahara into an oasis for kings. Not only did the Hawaii-born not talk about it, but they forgot about it. Just as the sport was at its dying gasp, along came one, Alexander Ford, from the mainland. And he talked. Surf-boarding was the sport of sports. There was nothing like it anywhere else in the world. They ought to be ashamed for letting it languish. It was one of the island's...
Page 136 - Written in April to Kaiulani in the April of her age; and at Waikiki, within easy walk of Kaiulani's banyan ! When she comes to my land and her father's, and the rain beats upon the window (as I fear it will), let her look at this page; it will be like a weed gathered and pressed at home; and she will remember her own islands, and the shadow of the mighty tree; and she will hear the peacocks...