been there!" said Harry.

Yes, I don't doubt that you would have enjoyed it; but I felt so sorry
for the poor cattle that it tired me.

In the afternoon, we young people went on an excursion of about twenty
miles on horseback to see the Falls of Ka Liuwaa. After passing about
eight miles on the beach, we turned up a mountain ravine; two miles more
brought us to the end of our ride. We dismounted and had a lunch,
sitting in the branches of a fallen kukui-tree, and drinking water from
a cup made of a taro leaf. We took off our riding-skirts, threw them
over the saddle, and leaving our horses in the care of a native man,
walked up the narrow gorge, or gulch, as they call it here, seldom more
than one or two hundred feet wide, with precipitous sides rising
sometimes a thousand feet above us. At times we were just on the edge of
the stream, but as often jumping from rock to rock in the very bed of
the brook. Towards the termination of the gorge, is a place in the rock
called "The Canoe," a half-circle gouged right down the precipice as
smooth as if chiseled out, about fifty feet wide, and a thousand feet
deep.

"Why do they call it '_The Canoe_'?" asked Willie.

There is a story connected with it, as with everything on these islands.
One of their gods was angry with another god, and sought to kill him. I
believe the latter, who was running away, slipped his canoe down the
rock, making the groove I have described, and escaped to the sea.

Soon we came to the fall itself, and here the precipices on each side
were one and two thousand feet high. The fall is about a hundred feet,
running through a narrow gulch from a lake above, and probably never was
seen by a foreign eye. It was a lovely and romantic place. The water
fell into a small, but deep, circular pond. Exquisite varieties of ferns
and mosses grew upon the rocks lining its sides, and no sound was heard
but the plashing of water.

Some of the natives are said to have a superstitious fear of the place,
the remains of their old religion; and the way up was lined with
offerings, consisting of a leaf with a few stones piled on it. I don't
believe they are much afraid, for they laughed if the stones were thrown
over.

The next day we rode on fifteen miles to Kaneohe. Here we met Rev. Mr.
Parker's people. On our way we passed several rice-fields. Rice is grown
in wet places, like the taro. It looks very much like grain as you see
it in the distance, but it is of a ver