tors had arrived in Massachusetts at about the same time, gone to Ipswich and settled there, turning out true, patriotic Americans, every man of them, fighting for their country as they ought. They married and multiplied, according to Scriptural injunction, and replenished Massachusetts, spreading throughout all New England. Deacon Goodhue furnished some brandy to the cause, and General Farley drank some of it. Benjamin Goodhue went to the Continental Congress from 1796 to 1800. In a few years they were so much married in those towns of Ipswich, Boston, Salem, Concord, and thereabouts, that it was hard to tell who the other wasn't related to: Bigelows, Farleys, Lords, Goodhues, Dodges, Emersons, Hawthornes, Proctors, Cogswells, Wheatlands, and so on. So when we found out that there was some missing link somewhere, we said with an air of realization, "Blood is thicker than water," and forthwith asked the Assessor to trust us for some things we had bought at

an auction, sale.

Hanapepe Valley lies about half-way between Koloa and Waimea and forms a waterway for the Hanapepe River, which rises near the center of Waialeale and flows at the bottom of the valley to the sea, in a southwesterly direction. It is quite a river for some distance from its mouth, where it resembles the other streams of the island, with its palms and breaking surf. Years ago there were many native huts at the mouth, and surf-bathing was a common sport. The sides of the valley are generally steep and rocky, from 200 to 300 feet high, but the valley is comparatively wide, the land on each side being planted to rice and taro. From the road. that winds along one side of the vertical lava wall, several views of the valley can be seen, all of them exceedingly beautiful patches of varying shades of green, the river winding in and out, with an occasional native or Chinese house almost hidden by mango, banana, and palm, along its bank. In one place there is a rustic bridge over the stream. The river lower down is several hundred feet

wide, but narrows perceptibly as it passes up toward the mountain.

We started as early as the custom of the country would allow, and had an enjoyable morning ride over a road lately sprinkled by a shower, soon reaching Wahiawa, where we came to the eastern side of the valley. We had come this far in a carriage, but we now got upon saddles, each one supplied with a sure-footed horse. A native and a Portuguese guide led the way. In a few moments we were threading the path down a steep hill, then down a steeper one into the valley 2,000 feet below.

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Well in the bottom of the canyon we came to a native house and got some horses for two or three of our party that had walked into the valley from the carriage. The guides had our baskets, and with a lightsome pleasure born of new sensations we started off on a canter up the river road. was through orange, guava, and kukui trees; by cactus, agave, and castor-oil plants. Vines abounded, and lantana. For eight miles we continued through this wonderful break in the mountain, the valley growing narrower and the walls on each side more precipitous, ranging in height from 2,000 to 2,500 feet. Sometimes there was scarcely room for the river which rushed down over its rocky bed, making us cross it nineteen times in all. Often those in the rear, crossing a bend in the stream, could see the leaders passing up over a hill or just disappearing among trees and tangled shrubbery. Once we came to a wider place between vertical masses of fern-dressed rock, dripping with mist from the clouds above; here were large guava and ohia trees, and a sort of lea to one side with a partially-hidden native hut where we got a basketful of oranges. The Assessor said the word, and a native climbed the tree for him. In certain places the water was very deep, generally in a narrower portion of the gulch, where all the river went, or at a bend of the stream, making a pretty picture with the foliage of the trees touching the water's edge and reflected there.

We counted thirteen different falls of water tumbling ' over the precipices into the valley below, sometimes breaking into half a dozen pieces and falling at last in a veil of spray. These waterfalls take sheer leaps of 400 or 500 feet or bound. from jut to jut, turning white before reaching bottom. They are not to be described. In a dry season smooth channels worn into the sides of the precipices may be seen as you ride along almost any island road; into these the mountain shower finds its way. We had just crossed the river again and turned into a guava grove where the fruit hung ripe and odorous when we caught sight of Koula Falls.

Such an exclaiming as there was! In a few moments we were at the foot of the splash and foam: a circular pool of cold, clear water, troubled continually by the tumble of its supply, which came leaping down about 300 feet over a column of basaltic rock and breaking into seven colors before touching the pool.

The valley ends here in a crescent of rock, green with moss and ferns some distance up, and forming the background of this bit of spectacular work. We drank only and would not bathe, as some have done. But we sat near by and had our luncheon, all of us hungry as the normal out-ofdoor man ought to be, and were treated to the music of the water and sprinkled with some of its tinted spray.

Then we walked along another branch of the river leading into a jungle of tree-ferns and vines, almost shutting out the light of day. The American was bent on discovery and found a cavern, claiming the priority. When the Assessor arrived he said that the cavern was nothing more than a tunnel made by Mr. Baldwin, of Maui, as a flume for water that passed into pipes and was carried up and down the canyon all the way to the sea-a piece of engineering made possible by the sugar fields it enriched.

This valley, gulch, canyon, or chasm, is a place for the gods to inhabit, as I have no doubt they did, for they planned it. Doucalion and his wife must have ridden down

here, too, but whether Furies or Graces had most to do, I am unable to decide. They all deserve our gratitude, whether they bore Grecian or Hawaiian names.

Any nook here is fit for a man to rest in for a week or a month. Shady spots, dry and leaf-strewn; woods tangled up with vines; craggy walls painted with the green of many familied trichomanes; a blue sky stretched across the top, and shadow enough in midday to furnish a subtle charm. Going up, we had all we could do to see one side, with glimpses of the other; returning, we craned our necks to take in the opposite wall, and had new pleasures all the way, talking a little and listening to the Assessor's legends. We noticed, too, that our horses went into the water sometimes to their hips and often picked their way among a storm of rocks, while we trembled for them, and incidentally—for their riders. We couldn't say, like Jarvis," Few whites have ever penetrated this far," nor even repeat the words of Mrs. Bishop, "It was a difficult two hours' ride." We had done nothing worthy of the smallest leather medal; all we had to do was to keep on the saddle-the poor horses did the rest. Other horses have done the same for hundreds of other men and women who have admired this grand scenery.

Yet I suppose that it adds to the pleasure of such a trip to believe that you are doing something extremely hazardous, something few have had the courage to do before. Perhaps this exaggerated impression of the greatness of our own exploits gives us the strength necessary to keep them up. Otherwise, we should fall into inertia. Strange, too, what sticking properties nature has given this same exag. gerated opinion, providing it against all dislodgment. The inventor assures us that his last device will revolutionize the world. The author drudges on, confident that the book he has just written will go into the tens of thousands; even the preacher thinks that he has come across a new thought in his library (where, unfortunately, too many ministers look for their ideas), or he wouldn't preach. If the power Burns