The missionaries and chiefs never think of journeying except in the saddle; and at all hours of the day you see the latter galloping along at full speed.

Like the Sandwich Islanders, they ride like Pawnee-Loups.
For miles and miles I have travelled the Broom Road, and never wearied of the continual change of scenery.

But wherever it leads you--whether through level woods, across grassy glens, or over hills waving with palms--the bright blue sea on one side, and the green mountain pinnacles on the other, are always in sight..