re the warriors would go down to drink. As these poor
deluded people came to quench their thirst, they murdered them all, men,
women, and children. The stream flowed red with blood for two hours.
That was heathen warfare, cruel and bloodthirsty, and this was the last
battle fought on Maui; for the island became subject to the rule of
Kamehameha I.

[Illustration: BEARING BURDENS.--Page 89.]

[Illustration: THE NEEDLE. IAO VALLEY.--Page 156.]

At six o'clock Wednesday morning, we started on horseback for Maanea's
Landing, seven miles off, on the opposite side of the bay from
Kalepolepo, expecting to take a whale-boat to Lahaina; but no whale-boat
was there, so we had to return, bag and baggage, to Mr. Alexander's. We
rode back the distance of seven miles in an hour, which we thought was
doing very well, as grandma kept her place in the cavalcade all the way.

We passed over miles of land desolated by a waterspout which broke on
the mountains, rolling down a flood of water with vast quantities of
earth and stone into the valley below.

"What is a _waterspout_?"

It is a sort of whirlwind at sea; a body of water is caught up by the
wind, sometimes joining the cloud above it, and rolling on until it
meets with some obstacle, when it breaks, and washes away houses and
trees, or anything movable. It will sink a ship if it strikes it.

The next morning we went down again to the shore, and were more
successful, for the boat was there waiting for us. As the wind was fair,
the boat-boys raised their sail, and we danced over the waves swiftly
and merrily. After an hour's easy sailing, the wind left us, and our men
took their oars for a two hours' rowing to Lahaina. For a part of the
time we passed through shallow water over a coral reef, where we could
look down upon forests of coral, shaped like branches of trees, white,
or tinged slightly with red or green. It was a beautiful sight, and I
longed to get some to bring home. We came safely through the surf.
Lahaina looks beautifully as you approach it from the sea. It has some
very pretty houses, and they seem to be embowered by cocoa-nut and other
trees, so that the whole scene is more tropical in its appearance than
any other place on the islands. We landed at the same spot where we had
done six weeks before, and found our friends all ready to greet us,
having seen our boat approaching. Our three hours' sail had been a very
pleasant one, and the only sail we had had in a w