A HULA DANCING GIRL

high-rolling sea. The natives, expert at this, watch for a large wave and, at a given signal, with their big paddles start their canoes spinning shoreward through a cloud of driving mist. To the uninitiated, it is decidedly exciting, and we find our bathing suits quite as wet as though we had been in the sea.

After three days of pleasure in Honolulu, we start upon a three-days' trip around the

A NATIVE HAWAIIAN

island. Starting at one o'clock, we drive up the beautiful Nuuanu Valley, past magnificent homes whose spacious lawns are encircled by palm-bordered driveways and hedged in by the green-hued hibiscus, with its bright red blossoms. By these hedges each man's home is made his castle, nowhere more enjoyed than in this island in the mid-Pacific. On we go past the Royal Mausoleum, where, for hundreds of years, have been buried Hawaiian kings and their families.

Driving in Hawaii is a luxury. From the

coral formation and lava have been made roads which, for eighty miles, we found like a hardwood floor. A six-mile drive, by a gradual winding ascent, brings us to the very heart of the rugged mountain range, just north of Mount Tantalus. On the mountain side, seemingly without soil, grows the most luxuriant foliage. In the little valleys, from away up among the ferns and flowers, come the little brooks winding their way, by waterfall and cataract, to the great blue ocean beyond. It is from these tiny crystal streams that Honolulu obtains its water supply, the reservoir in these canyons holding the water in readiness.

Soon "the Pali" is reached-unexpectedly, for it seems that we have only come a mile or so over these delightful roads. The tall peaks tower above us, in perpendicular heights, awful in their glory; then suddenly, by a turn

A HAWAIIAN FOREST OF FERNS The size of the tree in the foreground may be inferred by compari

son with the man

drove 3,000 warriors of Oahu, so the story goes.

Along the whole length of this beautiful valley ran the road, winding often like a bit of twisted ribbon, bordered with guavas and algerobas, but never leaving the sea. The exquisite coloring of this Pali view is nature's daintiest handiwork. Far below are the many gardens, rice fields, and sugar plantations, each of a different hue, and the coffee plantations still darker. These make the valley a chessboard, the busy workers toiling in the field. being the living "men." Little villages nestle amid spreading branches of the monkey-pod and umbrella trees, with here and there a church spire-for the natives are a very religious people. Beyond is the broad expanse of ocean, with its surf gradually wearing its way nearer and nearer the homes. Behind, the blues of the mountains, shading to deep indigo, complete a scene so picturesque that we will carry it with us-it is so different from our own deep-wooded shores.

We stop at the home of our friend, a bungalow that is the picture of comfort, with its wide

spreading veranda, fitted with couches, reclining chairs, a piano, well-filled bookcases, tables upon which are always the most tempting fruits, and at the far end-a telephone. One end of the veranda is used as a "sunparlor," sheltered by windows and screens, for what they call cold days-60° above zero. Numerous rooms connect with this, the diningroom being a veranda at the other end of the house and the kitchen a separate building, though connected by a roofed veranda. The guest chambers are cottages by themselves. The bath is hewn out of solid stone, with a shower above. Servants are provided for in quarters apart from the house. The whole, in fact, greatly reminds one of an old Southern plantation home, with modern improvements.

Just in front of the house, spreading its great limbs at least sixty feet in diameter, is a great monkey-pod tree, and under its protecting branches the children, and older ones too, enjoy the swings and hammocks in an atmosphere which lulls to sleep. As we sit here, at midnight, dressed in the thinnest of summer clothing, with never a wrap, watching