There will be no harm done these feeble people by the shelter of the flag of the great republic.

The old superstitions prevail among them to an extent greater than is generally understood.

I had the privilege of visiting an American home, the background of which was a rugged mountain that looked like a gigantic picture setting forth the features of a volcanic world.

Far up the steep is a cave in which the bones of many of the old savages were deposited in the days of civil war and inhuman sacrifices.

The entrance was long ago--in the days the Hawaii people describe as "Before the Missionaries." The hole going to the holy cavern was closed, but there is still pious watching over the place of bones, and if there are climbers of the mountain not to be trusted with the solemn secrets of ancient times, they are stalked by furtive watchmen of the consecrated bones, and no doubt the ever alert sentinels would resist violation of the sepulchre in the rocks; and the natives are careful to scatter their special knowledge that the spot is haunted by supernatural shapes and powers.