Secretary of the Klub had gathered shells under the palms of Sarasota Bay years ago, this was the first real shell-beach that he had seen, and it was like meeting an old friend.

The caves, ten miles from Hanalei, are what most persons come to see. They have a very Trophonian air. Into one you may enter on horseback, but a short distance brings you to darkness, and your horses refuse to go farther. It is said that an immense Moo, or dragon, guards the inner entrance; a Hawaiian Cerberus, probably. So far as we could learn, no one has ventured to the end of the cave, and Mr. Musk said nothing more about his love for exploration. The entrance is perhaps 25 feet high, the first chamber to the gate of Cerberus being 150 feet long, 100 feet wide, and 60 feet high. Jarvis says that the cave is 400 feet long, and that the natives at that time (1840) reported it to be sinking. With due formality we called this "Bangs' Cave," and christened the first chamber "The Deck," because in it the idea of the Cruise of the House-boat must have originated. It would be an easy matter to launch a boat in the next cave, and pass therefrom into the region of Shades. Indeed, the next cave is quite suited to that sort of thing. Its arched entrance, though somewhat low, has a water floor 40 feet deep, which rapidly grows bottomless as you pass beyond where man has ventured. The water is cold, silent, and dark. Cave number three has fresh water in it, one of the ponds being 50 feet deep, and covered with a peculiar incrustation of lime. The natives dread this cave, and say that spirits haunt it. The wet caves are called Waiokanaloa and Waiokapalae, respectively. Old natives say that Bangs' Cave was a place of burial for chiefs, and that here in the depths of this mountain were laid away the bones of kings arrayed in their feather helmets and cloaks. It is probably true, because that was the custom, and no matter how far men may depart from truth, we know that the ancients never departed from the absurdities of their forefathers.

Beyond Haena all is confusion, the northwest coast for twenty miles being piles of rock from 800 to 1,500 feet high. It is impassable, save for a few who are willing to risk the narrow trail that scarcely holds its own along the ridge. The man who cares to travel this way can hold on to the shrubbery. The plateau reaches a height of 4,000 feet and covers many acres. In the rainy season streams pour over the cliffs into the sea, turning to mist and rainbows before reaching the bottom, met often by the spray of angry waves that come dashing in against the battlements. The way we came a good carriage road goes for seventy miles to Mana.

We sat among the shells and pandanus trees and had dinner. It was cool and rainless. The weather had been perfect, and, as we sat, the President proposed a vote of thanks to all who had contributed to our pleasant expedition. Mr. Musk said that while he had not made any brilliant discoveries, he had found out the way of a horse with a man, and profited by it. The ovation that had been accorded to us by school children, natives, Portuguese, and Japanese, would have strangely touched men less accustomed than we were to such honors; but he was none the less grateful. Mr. Musk then told us that he was going to write a book about Hawaii; in fact, he was here for the purpose of collecting material, and he hoped that none would feel sorry for having been friendly to him. He wished the Klub to decide upon a name for his book, and he would consider it.

Thereupon Mr. Black arose. He did not feel hard toward our guest at all, but he didn't know how he should feel after the book was out. He had noticed along the way that Mr. Musk bowed to right and left, much as the men who stand on the cages in a circus procession, but he did not think much of it at the time. He would suggest as a name for the book, The Land of the Unexpected."

66

Mr. White suggested the "Par," but before he could go any farther he was interrupted by cries of "Order, order." It was resolved instantly that any one guilty of calling a

book "Paradise of the Pacific," "Paradise in the Pacific," "Paradise on the Pacific," "Paradise in the Middle of the Pacific," or giving it any paradisiacal title whatever, would be considered a public nuisance, and worthy of the epithets used by angry country editors.

The Junior Partner suggested "Grover's Pepper Patch," but Mr. Stamford, who was a Democrat, objected, and in derision proposed, "McKinley's Missionary Monehunes."

Other titles were, "Our New Possessions," and "The Green Oasic Isles of the Blue Pacific Seas."

Mr. Wahineliiliimaikaihanahanawikiwikihelemaimahopepilikia said he thought that so much discussion over a name was waste of time.

(To be continued.)

"THESE FROM THE LAND OF SINIM"*

STR

BY DRAPER E. FRALICK

IR ROBERT HART'S illuminating papers on the Chinese troubles, contributed to various reviews, have now been collected and published in book form under the title: "These From the Land of Sinim." From these essays taken together, one can get a fair idea of the causes that led to the recent troubles in China, and can speculate upon the effects with a reasonable amount of confidence. This confidence may be accentuated by the fact that of all the Europeans who have had to do with Chinese affairs in an official capacity, Sir Robert Hart, the Inspector-General of Chinese Customs, is unquestionably one of the most able and the one in whom Eastern and Western thought most closely approach each other. Besides, he is an eminently sane and fair man, and his experience, fortified by a judicial cast of mind, enabled him to approach the Chinese troubles calmly (even though he was a sufferer) and give to his Western friends a plain story of the causes that led to the outbreak of last summer. Therefore, these essays are extremely valuable, not only because of the facts they give, but because they treat the subject in a non-hysterical

manner.

The first of the essays, dealing with the siege of the Pekin Legation, and written in August, 1900, has already been reviewed at length, and little more need be said of it here. In it Sir Robert expresses his fears of a "Yellow Peril." In it, also, he sounded the keynote of all these

"These From the Land of Sinim"; Essays on the Chinese Question. By Sir Robert Hart, Bart., G. C. M. G., Inspector-General of Chinese Imperial Customs and Ports. Published by Chapman & Hall, London.