Ka Leo o ka Lahui, Volume II, Number 206, 2 June 1891 — Page 4

KA LEO O KA LAHUI.

"E Mau ke Ea o ka Aina i ka Pono."

 

            KA LEO

            TUESDAY, JUNE 2, 1891

 

            NOTICE

            Copies of the Ka Leo o KA LAHUI can be found every morning at both the New Agencies in town.  Price 5 cents a copy.

           

            An interesting article on the State of our Schools, and other matters are unavoidably crowded over.

 

            Correspondence.

            We are not in any sense responsible for the statements or views of correspondents.

           

            OUR SHERIFFS.      

            In any civilized country when a Sheriff is to be selected even for a small county, care is always taken to pike a man of even temper, one that is cool courages and posses good judgment:  one that will vindicate the law without personal feeling or prejudice; one that has not a blind side that unprincipled men, tools, and things, can take advantage of one that is not tyrannical by nature.  Where the People have a say in affairs of this kind, a man of this stamp would be selected.  The office of Sheriff of Hawaii ranks next in importance of that of Marshal of the Kingdom.  We are aware that one of the rules of the defunct reform administration in filing a vacant office, was to put in some one that never would loose an opportunity to administer to Mr.  Kanaka and his haole friends a kick, and the present incumbent of this office, like Pharaoh and his task-masters, demands the atoll of bricks every time, though he knows they have not the straw his fathers found them with, neither have they a wilderness to flee to.  They did not treat themselves or their own friends right, in making a Sheriff of this individual.  Each district on Hawaii has to accept a Sheriff of this man's choosing.  We will mention some of the recommendations and qualifications that no doubt secured him the office and has thus far enabled him to retain it.  First and hitherto foremost, he is of missionary stock, he can get off as much grace at table, drink as much whisky and swear as hard as any man that ever attempted to combine these rare accomplishments together, he has a smattering of law at least enough of it to evade it when it is to his advantage to do so, He was a loud politician for the reform party; such men can always whine out the word reform i the most sanctimonious manner; his son is a good shot and was in the belfry of the Kawaiahao Church at the time of the Wilcox racket, -no doubt his Kanaka bit the dust, one of ht people amongst whom he has been brought up from infancy.  He is an ill-favored, flannel-mouthed specimen of a defunct sugar planter, with an ill-lust-try-us name.  It is sheriffs of the stamp that fill or jails with some of the best natives in the country for trifling offences, while the Asiatics and other foreigners, break the laws of the land with impunity daily and are never brought to justice.  had this individual been removed when there was a change of administration, he would now be, what he ought to have been, a thing of the past, as far as the present public weal is concerned; but to be tolerated and backed by the present Cabinet, is an idea of the fitness of things, that perhaps the public may stand it a little longer if they can.

            HAWAII.

 

            ON DIT.

           

            That Her Majesty is at Lahaina to-day with her suite.

            That Sam and Charley appear to be on good terms, in the company of the Queen, and that between them they have fixed the new cabinet.

            That for making money easy, A.S. Hartwell thinks that Hawaii is good enough for him.

            That Charley Molteno can scrape any man's face clean, and if people will allow him, he will shave as close as'tother man.

            That all government buildings is pretty well yarded against constitutional makers and chicken theifs.

            That the Union Street Parson preached a solid sermon on the wayward wanderer.  how he did lay it down!

            That the rifle association meets tonight.

            That the way in which Britannia Street is being macadamized is an example of good road making.

            That the city water mains are connected with artesian well system and that the water does not have head enough to rise to the second stories.  The result is great inconvenience to people living on second floors and is likely to continue so for several months; no official is to blame in the matter; it is fate.

            That certain of the white school teachers have gotten cheap living down finer than the natives.  They seem to use less food and less soap.

            That in Hilo all the plantations send in a sack of sugar every month to a certain judge.  His Honor is supposed to be a silent partner in a down-town coffee shop. 

            That the corner-stone of the new foreign church will be ceremoniously laid tomorrow at 12 o'clock Laying a corner-stone after the walls are up is a type of a hundred walls are up is a type of a hundred shams and humbugs that survive their original and ostensible uses.

            That four hundred ladies turning out to meet the Queen was a most astounding event, but the wonder of it rests somewhat in the meaning put upon the word lady.

            That Professor Scott in is lecture before the Science and Art Society at the Y.M.C.A. Hall last night made some interesting speculations on the tricks of the microbe.  It is believed that the persevering microbe might fund its way through all grades of Hawaiian society from the lowest to the most exalted, without catching cold by having its temperature lowered below blood heat.

            That six Japanese have applied for admittance to the rifle association.  The planters may find that the Japanese have ideas beyond hoeing cane and living on rice and weeds.

            That the large Japanese steamer leaves to-day, having discharged her cargo of human chattels on the shores of the Paradise of the Pacific.

            That a young journalist, greatly in need of some saving grace, was asked why he did not attend Fort Street Church.  He answered languidly that the chorus in that institution did not come up to his idea of youth and beauty.  We were going to suggest that the deacons attend to the matter at once; but it is likely a man so depraved as to speak flippantly of sacred things could not be saved even by the most perfect appliances.

 

            NEWS AND NOTES.

            The British troops entered Manipur recently and found the place totally deserted.  In an inclosure was discovered the heads of Commissioner Quinon and others of the English party.

            Wednesday the "Empress of India," the first of the Canadian Pacific Line Steamers arrived at Victoria.  B.C., exactly 10 days, 4 hours and 36 minutes from Yokohama- the quickest trip on record.

            The statement is made that Mr. D.L. Moody, the evangelist, has given a sum of money toward establishing a Roman Catholic Church in Nothfield.  This is liberalism gone mad. 

            The Rothschilds decline to make a loan of money to Russia unless the Jewish persecutions be stopped.  This will be quite embarrassing to the government of the Czar just now; the government has relented.

            The coming encyclical letter of Pope Leo XIII, is said to be one of the most important state documents ever issued.  It will be quite long and will discuss all phases of the social question.  It will no doubt be a winning card for the Papacy.  The letter will appear about the 1st of June.

            The cruel war between the British and the Manipuris in India still continues with the advantages decidedly in favor of the British.  Their successes have, however, cost something the lives of officers and soldiers.  The natives fight better since "Christian" England taught them her ways of destruction.

            An announcement is made "that whole community in Hungary, who here heretofore followed the pursuit of brigandage, are about to emigrate to America.  The reason for this move is that the authorities recently policed the districts, and brigandage is hereafter likely to be a molested occupation, hence the thieves are off for America."

            The great enthusiasm created by the Dr. Koch lymph for the cure of tuberculosis is fast dying out.  It has been abandoned in all the New York hospitals, where there were some five hundred patients being treated by it.  Men will someday find out that there are no curealis in a world of sin.

           

            A ROMANCE.

            THE PARADISE OF THE PACIFIC, OR THE DEVIL'S KULEANA.

           

            (CONTINUED.)

            "Tell the Chinaman to get you some breakfast," said Nvama.

            The giant grineed "I think aw same; wah-sa-ina tah."

            So another set of dishes was brought and the man seated himself opposite Faza and began to devour his food looking at her all the time.

            There were several kinds of meat and vegetables, coffee and toast.  Being almost famished they managed to eat inspire of the uninviting form in which the food was served and the peculiar and astonishing table manners of their new found friend.  The Chinaman had placed before him a large bowl containing a dirty-looking gray mess of thick paste.  Into it he plunged his fingers and with a twist of his wrist brought out a mass of the stuff, then fixing his eyes on Faza, his mouth opened like a valise and into it he put his fingers; his lips closed over it and he withdraw his fingers slowly scraping off the paste inside his mouth, while his eyes bugged with an expression of extreme content.  He poised his fingers seeking with saliva and paste a moment in the air, still gazing thoughtfully as Faza as the contents of his mouth found its way downward.  Then he went through the same series of motions again.  At last he rose and said briefly "Come long."

            Nyama asked "Where?"

            "Down where Japanese stop, awesome."

            "But we want to go somewhere to rest and change our clothes.  I will pay you for your trouble," said Nyama.

            "Never mind," said the giant impatiently" you come with me.  No talk too mush,"  and he led the way to the wharf again.

            There Nyama addressed him again:  "Say, can't we get a carriage of something to take us to Hardrow.  We ca't walk.  I can pay fro everything.  I'lll give you a dollar too."

            "Now, you sheet up, jus' now; suppose you like bribe policeman, you go jail; you saber?"

            The excursionists continued to arrive at the wharf and to be landed by being handled forcibly out without much regard to any individual preference in the matter.  There was a continual shouting and chattering which blended with the roar of the sea in deafening confusion. 

            The excursionist who had started out so gayly of the sea.  Bowowee, arrived in a state of tattered and crushed collapse.  Some of their European finery, the stifle hats.\, the paper collars the blue calico dress-suit,, and the corsets, hoops and bustle worn outside, still persisted in a state of wreck and ruin to mock and render ridiculous the wretched, sick, bedraggled creatures who has donned them so proudly on their departure.

            Nyama and Faza feeling in a measure refreshed sat on the sacks and watched the landing of their fellow-travelers.  Nyama looked every where hoping to see someone in authority to whom he could appeal to secure their release.  But the tall policeman seemed to be the only one in authority.  It began to rain.  It poured.  Nothing could be seen beyond the wharf but the wall of falling water.

            The boat brought two loads of sick and disable excursionists; they were laid out in rows on the floor.  Six or seven men appeared in the rain on horse-back enveloped in long yellow oilskins and flapping slouched hats.  One of them spoke in Japanese.  The excursions were to take up their blankets and other effects and march to Hardrow, out in the country; and be quick about it.  The policeman on the wharf began to yell and hustle the Japanese to get them started.  Mounted policemen led the way while others waited to bring up the rear of the procession.  Our friends must perforce go with the rest.  when they merged from the shelter of the roof they were wet through almost as quickly as if they had jumped into the sea.  They went up hill form the landing past the dun post office.

            On either side of the street was a deep ditch in which formed a torrent of muddy water.  Across these streams there were little plank bridges that enabled the inhabitants to reach their houses.

            The houses themselves were miserable little wooden shanties showing it broken and decayed in places and covered with patches of green and gray mold, standing with their sides to the road in haggled and broken lines.  This was the main street of the town of Herow.  There were tow or three persons sitting on a veranda where the sign informed passers that cold drinks could be obtained.  They sat in grotesque altitudes as if they had sat there a very long time and gotten immensely weary of it.  Two small figures in the dirtiest and shortest of gowns had their noses glued to the glass of a small paned window, perhaps wrapt in contemplation of the sticky fly specked sweets displayed within.  Otherwise the street was without sign of life or occupation.  After a hundred yards or so they turned to the north down a street even more blackened and dilapidated than the other where, the Chinese hieroglyphics indicated the nature of its inhabitants.  This street ended in a bridge beneath which a roaring torrent rushed like a swollen, angry serpent int the sea.  They again turned up the hill and then again to the north.  The rain fell in steady unvarying streams.  The wretched excursionists were weighted down and their movements hampered by their wet clothes.  There was a narrow road of cobble stones along which the procession straggled fro a quarter of a mile or more.  They had left the village behind and the road on each side was bounded by wire fences, behind which the blue-green cane grew in impenetrable tangle.  After going a mile or more they saw ahead a knot of Japanese who seemed to have encountered some obstacle. The policemen were urging them forward, and the people went on in a thin line.  When they came up they saw the cause of the trouble.

            The cobble-stone path came to an abrupt end, and beyond was a sea of mud, soft pasty, of unknown depth.  No wonder the excursionists hesitated before plunging into the mire.

            Three policeman were there shouting and swearing, their clubs ready for use in their hands, and trying to shove the unwilling wretches off, with their horses backing and turning among them.  Nyama with Faza clinging to his arm paused.  One of the men ran his horse against them sidewise and cried in a loud strident voice as if he were driving wild cattle to the slaughter pen:  "Go along!  Go along!  Git up, you son of a b--!  Git up, God damn you!"  and so on without pause.  The club was swinging over his head and Nyama feared for Faza, so he advised her to take of her shoes while he disposed of his own, trying to encourage her by saying that perhaps it was not much further.  Faza unbuttoned her shoes and pulled off her stocking.  "Oh, gracious!  I don't see how I can!"  she exclaimed, looking with disgust as the river of filth before them.

            "Throw away the shoes; there are too much in the way,"  said Nyama; and he pitched the discarded articles into the tall weeds at the side of the road.  "Now, tuck up your dress", he continued, and helped her gather up her skirts and fasten them in her belt at her waist.  This procedure exposed her white legs and Faza felt a painful sense of shame "Oh dear!"  she cried, --this is awful."  Bt out in the country, shut in by weeds and cane fields, there was no one but policeman and the bedraggled Japanese to see her, and the pouring rain and their own misery were too absorbing for them to think of aught else.  They plunged into the stream of mud and the white flesh was soon covered with a black plaster of earth and filth. 

            The soil of Bowowee is as soft unctuous clay easily worked up into as smooth paste with water.  The almost constant pains furnish the solvent while the long strings of pack mules wading day after day through the lanes stir and kneed up the mass until it is like mortar or a thin dough.  For miles and miles the road is covered with a foot or two of this soft like mass.

            (To be Continued)