esently sail up out of the remote distance;
started when tremendous thunder-bursts shook the earth, and followed
with fascinated eyes the grand jets of molten lava that sprang high up
toward the zenith and exploded in a world of fiery spray that lit up the
somber heavens with an infernal splendor.

"What is your little bonfire of Vesuvius to this?"

My ejaculation roused my companion from his reverie, and we fell into a
conversation appropriate to the occasion and the surroundings. We came
at last to speak of the ancient custom of casting the bodies of dead
chieftains into this fearful caldron; and my comrade, who is of the
blood royal, mentioned that the founder of his race, old King Kamehameha
the First--that invincible old pagan Alexander--had found other
sepulture than the burning depths of the 'Hale mau mau'. I grew
interested at once; I knew that the mystery of what became of the corpse
of the warrior king hail never been fathomed; I was aware that there was
a legend connected with this matter; and I felt as if there could be no
more fitting time to listen to it than the present. The descendant of
the Kamehamehas said:

The dead king was brought in royal state down the long, winding road
that descends from the rim of the crater to the scorched and chasm-riven
plain that lies between the 'Hale mau mau' and those beetling walls
yonder in the distance. The guards were set and the troops of mourners
began the weird wail for the departed. In the middle of the night came a
sound of innumerable voices in the air and the rush of invisible wings;
the funeral torches wavered, burned blue, and went out. The mourners
and watchers fell to the ground paralyzed by fright, and many minutes
elapsed before any one dared to move or speak; for they believed that
the phantom messengers of the dread Goddess of Fire had been in their
midst. When at last a torch was lighted the bier was vacant--the dead
monarch had been spirited away!

APPENDIX F

THE INNOCENTS ABROAD (See Chapter lx)

NEW YORK "HERALD" EDITORIAL ON THE RETURN OF THE "QUAKER CITY"
PILGRIMAGE, NOVEMBER 19, 1867.

In yesterday's Herald we published a most amusing letter from the pen of
that most amusing American genius, Mark Twain, giving an account of that
most amusing of all modern pilgrimages--the pilgrimage of the 'Quaker
City'. It has been amusing all through, this Quaker City affair. It
might have become more serious than amusing if the ship had been so