Identifier: sandwichislandno01bate (find matches)
Title: Sandwich island notes
Year: 1854 (1850s)
Authors: Bates, George Washington
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Publisher: New York, Harper
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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single glance to convince me that his brutal owners hadoverloaded him, and goaded him through the sea of mud Ihad just crossed with an unbroken neck. In all probability,he was but a year old ; but the poor creature lay there in theagonies of death. Although the mud was still up to myhorses knees, I dismounted, and, with the assistance of my na-tive guide, endeavored to assist the prostrate brute to his feet.But it was all in vain. My guide filled his old palm-leaf hatwith water, and gave to him, but with no effect. There issomething in the agony of a dying camel, as he breathes hislast in the wide solitudes of the Sahara, that can not fail totouch the deepest sympathies of a beholder, and there wassomething in the long sighs of that poor bullock that touchedmine. His very eyes, because his tongue was dumb, wereeloquent in their agony, and he turned them upon me withimploring glances. Feeling persuaded that I should do himan act of mercy, I terminated his sufferings with a pistol-shot.
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DESCENT INTO THE VALLEY. 383 The Valley of Wai-pio may justly be termed the Eden ofthe Hawaiian Islands. Long before I saw it, I had heard itfrequently spoken of in terms of the warmest admiration, andhad prepared my mind for something beyond the usual char-acter of the scenery so profusely scattered over the group. Onreaching the brink of the tremendous bank by which its south-ern limit was bounded, the scene was truly magnificent. Thebed of the valley reposed at a depth of two thousand feet be-low. The dwellings of the natives dwindled away nearly tothe size of ant-hills. The numerous herds of cattle whichwere quietly grazing in the everlasting pastures were hardlydiscernible. On the opposite bank—much higher than theone on which I stood—glittering cascades, broken in thirty-abrupt falls, were tumbling from rock to rock, half sport-ively, half angrily. The centre of the valley was enlivenedwith two crystal rivers, winding their tortuous path to meetthe foaming surge that broke o

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