NOTEBOOK

Boohoo—feebleness, lassitude, indifference, no appe-
tite, slight nausea, head and neck-ache, achy all over. [It
sounds like malaria.]

Kammy's bones hidden at his own request to keep
them from making fish hooks of them—a superstition that
hooks made of bones of a great chief would concentrate
the fish.

Singing of natives very rich and soft—has no sound of
S in it.

Well enough for old folks to rise early, because they
have done so many mean things all their lives they can't
sleep anyhow.

No native beggars.

More missionaries and more row made about saving
these 60000 people than would take to convert hell itself.

Americans have given religious freedom, education,
written language and Bible—England and France have
given insults.

Here he finds the lost notebook and starts in
anew.

July 3, 1866. Saw star tonight on which counted 12
distinct and flaming points—very large star—shone with
such a pure, rich, diamond lustre—lustrous on a field of
dead solid black—no stars very close—where I sat saw
no other. Moonlight here is fine but nowhere so fine as
Washoe.

All stars shine pure and bright here.

July 4, 1866, Honolulu. Went to ball 8:30 P.M.—
danced till 12:30—went home with M.C.—stopped at
Gen. Van Valkenbergh's room and talked with him and
Mr. Burlingame, Col. Rumsey and Ed. Burlingame, until
3 A.M.

That is to say, Anson Burlingame, Minister to
China, General Van Valkenburg, Minister to

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