ut cord or a leather strap.

The Hawaiians will not work in the sugar and the rice fields, and not
many will stand the easier labor on the coffee plantations. In
cultivating their little patches of bananas, breadfruit, cassava, and
taro, however, they are pretty industrious. When the time of the royal
feast comes, the natives, or "Kanakas," as they call themselves, get
busy. The feast certainly is a royal one. Roast pig and roast chicken
are smoking in a dozen dirt ovens. There are steaming yams and sweet
potatoes by the bushel, great piles of all sorts of fruit--and poi. All
the rest of the food is commonplace; poi is _the_ dish. It is one-finger
poi, two-finger poi, or three-finger poi, according as it is thick
enough to be lifted out of the pot sticking to one finger, or so thin as
to require a dextrous swish of two or three.

Waikiki is the great resort of Honolulu. There is the finest of bathing
the year round; and what is more interesting, the native surf swimmers.
With a piece of plank just large enough to support his weight in the
water, the bather swims out to the reef in still water. Then he, or
she--for young girls are most expert swimmers--makes for open water,
where the combers are forming. Then, lying flat, bather and plank are
borne along on the swift rolling surf until both are tossed high on the
beach.

The aquarium is famous for its unique collection of fish and marine
animals; it is one of the finest in the world. Near by is the race
course and amphitheatre. What is still better is the winding road
through ferns and flowers that leads to the crater rampart, Diamond
Hill.

Half a dozen miles west of Honolulu one goes by rail around the shore of
Pearl Lochs, or Harbor. Pearl Harbor is large enough and deep enough to
float all the warships Uncle Sam will ever own, and the possession of
this magnificent site for a naval station was a very strong inducement
to annex Hawaii.

Less than one hundred miles away, at Kalaupapa, on the island of
Molokai, is the leper settlement. Years ago Chinese settlers brought the
disease to Hawaii; then the natives began to be stricken, and when it
was found that leprosy was spreading, the lepers were sent to Molokai.
For many years they had but little care; the government fed and clothed
the poor victims and that was about all.

In 1873 Father Damien, a plucky Catholic priest, went to Molokai and
thereby made himself practically a prisoner for life. Father Damien
pro