or Waimea across the mountain. Grandma rode about twelve miles in Mr.
Christianson's wagon, and then as the wagon-road ended, she went the
remainder of the way on horseback. The rest of us were in the saddle all
the way. How the wind did blow! It seemed as if I should be carried out
of my saddle bodily; but we rode on over fields and barren wastes, and
through steep and rocky gulches. At noon we reached the house of a
foreigner, and were hospitably entertained. Mr. Lyons was waiting for us
there, and Mr. Bond left us. What was more to us than dinner, was a
feast of home letters, which Mr. Lyons had brought for us. After resting
an hour or more, we were all in our saddles again. As we were riding, on
the summit of a hill, or mountain as we should call it, a beautiful
scene opened before us. High above us the fleecy clouds parted, and we
caught a glimpse of what seemed like "the promised land." There stood
the peak of a lofty mountain covered with newly-fallen snow, shining
white and beautiful in the sun's clear beams. It seemed too high up, too
pure and fair in its framework of clouds, to belong to earth. This was
the summit of Mauna Kea, and we shall not soon forget that vision of
beauty. It seemed as if angels might flit over its snowy sides without
any danger of soiling their pure white garments. We arrived at Mr.
Lyons's about five, and were cordially met by Mrs. L. and her daughter.

On Wednesday, we attended a meeting at Mr. Lyons's church. The house was
filled with nicely-dressed natives. Grandpa and Mr. L. sat in front of
the pulpit. At the back of the church was a large choir of men and
women, who sung well and with animation, beating time with their hands.

Soon after we entered, they sung an original hymn by a native named
Lyana, which the choir sung to the tune of "Hendon."

"Nani ke aloha la!
Me ka olioli pu
I ka malihini hou--
E aloha, aloha oe.

"Holo oia a maanei,
Mai Amerika mai no,
Eia no! ua komo mai--
E aloha, aloha oe.

"A, ma keia la maikai,
Hui aloha pu kakou,
Ma ka Luakini nei;
E aloha, aloha oe.

"E hauoli, oli pu,
E na hoahanau a pau,
Kane, wahine, keiki no,
E aloha, aloha oe.

"Na ia nei i hoouna mai
I na misioneri nei,
E ao mai ia kakou nei;
E aloha, aloha oe.

"E ala, oli kakou pu,
A kokua aloha no
Ka makua o kakou;--
E aloha, aloha mau."

Mr. Bingham, one of the first mission