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adjacent street with their bright presences； and smell like a rag factory
on fire with their offensive cocoanut oil。
Occasionally you see a heathen from the sunny isles away down in the
South Seas； with his face and neck tatooed till he looks like the
customary mendicant from Washoe who has been blown up in a mine。 Some
are tattooed a dead blue color down to the upper lipmasked； as it were
leaving the natural light yellow skin of Micronesia unstained from
thence down； some with broad marks drawn down from hair to neck； on both
sides of the face； and a strip of the original yellow skin； two inches
wide； down the centera gridiron with a spoke broken out； and some with
the entire face discolored with the popular mortification tint； relieved
only by one or two thin； wavy threads of natural yellow running across
the face from ear to ear； and eyes twinkling out of this darkness； from
under shadowing hat…brims； like stars in the dark of the moon。
Moving among the stirring crowds； you come to the poi merchants；
squatting in the shade on their hams； in true native fashion； and
surrounded by purchasers。 （The Sandwich Islanders always squat on their
hams； and who knows but they may be the old original 〃ham sandwiches？〃
The thought is pregnant with interest。） The poi looks like common flour
paste； and is kept in large bowls formed of a species of gourd； and
capable of holding from one to three or four gallons。 Poi is the chief
article of food among the natives； and is prepared from the taro plant。
The taro root looks like a thick； or； if you please； a corpulent sweet
potato； in shape； but is of a light purple color when boiled。 When
boiled it answers as a passable substitute for bread。 The buck Kanakas
bake it under ground； then mash it up well with a heavy lava pestle； mix
water with it until it becomes a paste； set it aside and let if ferment；
and then it is poiand an unseductive mixture it is； almost tasteless
before it ferments and too sour for a luxury afterward。 But nothing is
more nutritious。 When solely used； however； it produces acrid humors； a
fact which sufficiently accounts for the humorous character of the
Kanakas。 I think there must be as much of a knack in handling poi as
there is in eating with chopsticks。 The forefinger is thrust into the
mess and stirred quickly round several times and drawn as quickly out；
thickly coated； just as it it were poulticed； the head is thrown back；
the finger inserted in the mouth and the delicacy stripped off and
swallowedthe eye closing gently； meanwhile； in a languid sort of
ecstasy。 Many a different finger goes into the same bowl and many a
different kind of dirt and shade and quality of flavor is added to the
virtues of its contents。
Around a small shanty was collected a crowd of natives buying the awa
root。 It is said that but for the use of this root the destruction of
the people in former times by certain imported diseases would have been
far greater than it was； and by others it is said that this is merely a
fancy。 All agree that poi will rejuvenate a man who is used up and his
vitality almost annihilated by hard drinking； and that in some kinds of
diseases it will restore health after all medicines have failed； but all
are not willing to allow to the awa the virtues claimed for it。 The
natives manufacture an intoxicating drink from it which is fearful in its
effects when persistently indulged in。 It covers the body with dry；
white scales； inflames the eyes； and causes premature decripitude。
Although the man before whose establishment we stopped has to pay a
Government license of eight hundred dollars a year for the exclusive
right to sell awa root； it is said that he makes a small fortune every
twelve…month； while saloon keepers； who pay a thousand dollars a year for
the privilege of retailing whiskey； etc。； only make a bare living。
We found the fish market crowded； for the native is very fond of fish；
and eats the article raw and alive！ Let us change the subject。
In old times here Saturday was a grand gala day indeed。 All the native
population of the town forsook their labors； and those of the surrounding
country journeyed to the city。 Then the white folks had to stay indoors；
for every street was so packed with charging cavaliers and cavalieresses
that it was next to impossible to thread one's way through the cavalcades
without getting crippled。
At night they feasted and the girls danced the lascivious hula hulaa
dance that is said to exhibit the very perfection of educated notion of
limb and arm； hand； head and body； and the exactest uniformity of
movement and accuracy of 〃time。〃 It was performed by a circle of girls
with no raiment on them to speak of； who went through an infinite variety
of motions and figures without prompting； and yet so true was their
〃time；〃 and in such perfect concert did they move that when they were
placed in a straight line； hands； arms； bodies； limbs and heads waved；
swayed； gesticulated； bowed； stooped； whirled； squirmed； twisted and
undulated as if they were part and parcel of a single individual； and it
was difficult to believe they were not moved in a body by some exquisite
piece of mechanism。
Of late years； however； Saturday has lost most of its quondam gala
features。 This weekly stampede of the natives interfered too much with
labor and the interests of the white folks； and by sticking in a law
here； and preaching a sermon there； and by various other means； they
gradually broke it up。 The demoralizing hula hula was forbidden to be
performed； save at night； with closed doors； in presence of few
spectators； and only by permission duly procured from the authorities and
the payment of ten dollars for the same。 There are few girls now…a…days
able to dance this ancient national dance in the highest perfection of
the art。
The missionaries have christianized and educated all the natives。 They
all belong to the Church； and there is not one of them； above the age of
eight years； but can read and write with facility in the native tongue。
It is the most universally educated race of people outside of China。
They have any quantity of books； printed in the Kanaka language； and all
the natives are fond of reading。 They are inveterate church…goers
nothing can keep them away。 All this ameliorating cultivation has at
last built up in the native women a profound respect for chastityin
other people。 Perhaps that is enough to say on that head。 The national
sin will die out when the race does； but perhaps not earlier。But
doubtless this purifying is not far off； when we reflect that contact
with civilization and the whites has reduced the native population from
four hundred thousand （Captain Cook's estimate；） to fifty…five thousand
in something over eighty years！
Society is a queer medley in this notable missionary； whaling and
governmental centre。 If you get into conversation with a stranger and
experience that natural desire to know what sort of ground you are
treading on by finding out what manner of man your stranger is； strike
out boldly and address him as 〃Captain。〃 Watch him narrowly； and if you
see by his countenance that you are on the wrong tack； ask him where he
preaches。 It is a safe bet that he is either a missionary or captain of
a whaler。 I am now personally acquainted with seventy…two captains and
ninety…six missionaries。 The captains and ministers form one…half of the
population； the third fourth is composed of common Kanakas and mercantile
foreigners and their families； and the final fourth is made up of high
officers of the Hawaiian Government。 And there are just about cats
enough for three apiece all around。
A solemn stranger met me in the suburbs the other day； and said：
〃Good morning； your reverence。 Preach in the stone church yonder； no
doubt？〃
〃No； I don't。 I'm not a preacher。〃
〃Really； I beg your pardon； Captain。 I trust you had a good season。 How
much oil〃
〃Oil？ What do you take me for？ I'm not a whaler。〃
〃Oh； I beg a thousand pardons； your Excellency。
Major General in the household troops； no doubt？ Minister of the
Interior； likely？ Secretary of war？ First Gentleman of the Bed…chamber？
Commissioner of the Royal〃
〃Stuff！ I'm no official。 I'm not connected in any way with the
Government。〃
〃Bless my life！ Then； who the mischief are you？ what the mischief are
you？ and how the mischief did you get here； and where in thunder did you
come from？〃
〃I'm only a private personagean unassuming strangerlately arrived
from America。〃
〃No？ Not a missionary！ Not a whaler！ not a member of his Majesty's
Government！ not even Secretary of the Navy！ Ah； Heaven！ it is too
blissful to be true； alas； I do but dream。 And yet that noble； honest
countenancethose oblique； ingenuous eyesthat massive head； incapable
ofofanything； your hand； give me your hand； bright waif。 Excuse
these tears。 For sixteen weary years I have yearned for a moment like
this； and〃
Here his feelings were too much for him； and he swooned away。 I pitied
this poor creature from the bottom of my heart。 I was deeply moved。 I
shed a few tears on him and kissed him for his mother