I mark the circumstance with a white stone (in the absence of chalk--for I never saw a white stone that a body could mark anything with, though out of respect for the ancients I have tried it often enough); for up to that day and date it was the first strictly commercial transaction I had ever entered into, and come out winner.

We returned to Honolulu, and from thence sailed to the island of Maui, and spent several weeks there very pleasantly.

I still remember, with a sense of indolent luxury, a picnicing excursion up a romantic gorge there, called the Iao Valley.

The trail lay along the edge of a brawling stream in the bottom of the gorge--a shady route, for it was well roofed with the verdant domes of forest trees.

Through openings in the foliage we glimpsed picturesque scenery that revealed ceaseless changes and new charms with every step of our progress.