This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918 Excerpt: ... my eye since the day before--a green lap in the gray rock where a waterfall had been. Winning through a nettly wet thicket, I peeped into a ferny, flowery corner of Elfland at the base of a vertical fall down which the water had furrowed a shining streak on the polished rock amid clinging, fanning ferns and grasses and velvet mosses--a grotto fit for childhood's loveliest imaginings to people with pink and white fairy-folk and brown and green gnomes. They were treacherous and slippery trails that led out of the crater and down through Kaupo Gap, chill with Naulu's drafty onslaught, where Pele, Goddess of Fire, broke through the wall of the crater and fled forever from Maui to take up her abode on Mauna Loa's wounded side; but soon we rodeout of the clouds and went steaming in the horizontal rays of a glorious sunrise. Again we caught glimpses of Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa, supernal in the morning sky, although a trifle more plausible seen from this lesser level. Down our sure-footed animals dropped into lush meadows, where fat cattle raised their heads to stare; up and down, across crackling lava beds, like wrecked giant stairways balustraded by the cool, grey-and-gold walls of the Gap, from between which we could make out the surfy coast-line. Once we had struck the final descent, there were no ups, but only downs, for 6000 feet; and several times our saddles, sliding over the necks of the horses, obliged us to dismount and set them back. On a brown-rocky bluff above the sea we found an early lunch ready and waiting, at the house of a Portuguese-Hawaiian family named Vieira, and by eleven were loping easily along green cliffs, past old grass-houses still occupied by natives--a sight fast becoming rare. From one weirdly tattered hut, a nut-brown, wrinkled wom...