CHAPTER III
Honolulu

ARRIVED at noon Sunday—fired gun—19 days and 6
hrs. out—Could have got in last night, just after dark.

Channel very narrow but straight—well buoyed—not
wide enough for 2 ships at once—hardly. Custom House
boat came off with flag.

Mclntyre, pilot, old burly, gray-headed scout.

King sat in 2-horse buggy alone on wharf—big whisk-
ers—old leather complexion—broad gold band on plug
hat—band of gold around lapels of coat. No—King's
driver—speculation wrong.

Crowd 4 or 500.

Sunday's stillness—natives sitting in shade of houses on
the ground.

People here smoke Manila cigars and drink everything.

Long street, darkest in the world, down to the Esplanade
—width 3 buggies abreast—couldn't get out of it, and so
found my way.

Found Rev. Mr. Rising there. [An old San Francisco
friend.]

Hotels gouge Californians—charge sailing passengers
£8 a week for board, but steamer passengers ten.

Charley Richards keeps a tremendous spider and two
lizards for pets. I would like to sleep with him if he .would
get a couple of snakes or so.

Honolulu hospitality. Richards said: "Come in—sit
down—take off your coat and boots—take a drink. Here
is a pass-key to the liquor and cigar cupboard—put it in