In my diary of our third day in Honolulu, I find this: I am probably the most sensitive man in Hawaii to-night--especially about sitting down in the presence of my betters.

I have ridden fifteen or twenty miles on horse-back since 5 P.M.

and to tell the honest truth, I have a delicacy about sitting down at all.
An excursion to Diamond Head and the King's Coacoanut Grove was planned to-day--time, 4:30 P.M .-- the party to consist of half a dozen gentlemen and three ladies.

They all started at the appointed hour except myself.
I was at the Government prison, (with Captain Fish and another whaleship-skipper, Captain Phillips,) and got so interested in its examination that I did not notice how quickly the time was passing.
Somebody remarked that it was twenty minutes past five o'clock, and that woke me up.

It was a fortunate circumstance that Captain Phillips was along with his "turn out," as he calls a top-buggy that Captain Cook brought here in 1778, and a horse that was here when Captain Cook came.
Captain Phillips takes a just pride in his driving and in the speed of his horse, and to his passion for displaying them I owe it that we were only sixteen minutes coming from the prison to the American Hotel--a distance which has been estimated to be over half a mile.