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I left Honolulu, Oahu, June 14. 1875, at 5 P.M. and arrived at Hilo on Wednesday at 3 P.M. being about 6 hours behind time, on account of a rough sea. I did not enjoy the beautiful scenery as it was announced by some of the passengers as we came along side of the different islands, "How beautiful," "It is lovely on deck" [[be?]], which did not afford even a temptation to poor me, who was not able to leave my berth. The bay of Hilo is beautiful, but the landing is rather rough and rude, as the steamer cannot get near shore and we are landed in a whaleboat. I was much exhausted when I reached Mr. Forbes' house, the parsonage, as we walked up to the house, there being no carriages on this island. This is the very kind family that entertained me nearly two years ago on Maui, Lahainaluna. He is now pastor of the Foreign church here. I felt more comfortable after a few days of rest and good food, as you must know we are pretty [[lean?]] after seasickness of two days and [[unclear]] taking anything into the stomach that can be retained. It took me some time to get rested, as I had had a long stretch of mental and physical strain, with no relaxation. I enjoyed a quiet cozy time, just taking every thing easy, and throwing off all care, and after two weeks I felt better. The Monday following my arrival, I was invited by two native girls, who had been pupils in our school, to walk down on the beach. I had no idea of a very long walk, but it was very pleasant, and before I was aware of it, I had gone a long distance. I passed through a small native village with a wharf, where the steamer sometimes comes to unload freight, when the sea is too rough to land it in its usual place, quite a distance below the town. Here comes into the bay a little river, which is navigable for [[unclear]] and small boats, the short distance of half a mile. The name of this little village is [[ | I left Honolulu, Oahu, June 14. 1875, at 5 P.M. and arrived at Hilo on Wednesday at 3 P.M. being about 6 hours behind time, on account of a rough sea. I did not enjoy the beautiful scenery as it was announced by some of the passengers as we came along side of the different islands, "How beautiful," "It is lovely on deck" [[be?]], which did not afford even a temptation to poor me, who was not able to leave my berth. The bay of Hilo is beautiful, but the landing is rather rough and rude, as the steamer cannot get near shore and we are landed in a whaleboat. I was much exhausted when I reached Mr. Forbes' house, the parsonage, as we walked up to the house, there being no carriages on this island. This is the very kind family that entertained me nearly two years ago on Maui, Lahainaluna. He is now pastor of the Foreign church here. I felt more comfortable after a few days of rest and good food, as you must know we are pretty [[lean?]] after seasickness of two days and [[unclear]] taking anything into the stomach that can be retained. It took me some time to get rested, as I had had a long stretch of mental and physical strain, with no relaxation. I enjoyed a quiet cozy time, just taking every thing easy, and throwing off all care, and after two weeks I felt better. The Monday following my arrival, I was invited by two native girls, who had been pupils in our school, to walk down on the beach. I had no idea of a very long walk, but it was very pleasant, and before I was aware of it, I had gone a long distance. I passed through a small native village with a wharf, where the steamer sometimes comes to unload freight, when the sea is too rough to land it in its usual place, quite a distance below the town. Here comes into the bay a little river, which is navigable for [[unclear]] and small boats, the short distance of half a mile. The name of this little village is [[Waialama?]]. I was interested here, but still went on, till we came to a strait which separated a small rocky island from the main land. This looked inviting, and some native children | ||
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I left Honolulu, Oahu, June 14. 1875, at 5 P.M. and arrived at Hilo on Wednesday at 3 P.M. being about 6 hours behind time, on account of a rough sea. I did not enjoy the beautiful scenery as it was announced by some of the passengers as we came along side of the different islands, "How beautiful," "It is lovely on deck" be?, which did not afford even a temptation to poor me, who was not able to leave my berth. The bay of Hilo is beautiful, but the landing is rather rough and rude, as the steamer cannot get near shore and we are landed in a whaleboat. I was much exhausted when I reached Mr. Forbes' house, the parsonage, as we walked up to the house, there being no carriages on this island. This is the very kind family that entertained me nearly two years ago on Maui, Lahainaluna. He is now pastor of the Foreign church here. I felt more comfortable after a few days of rest and good food, as you must know we are pretty lean? after seasickness of two days and unclear taking anything into the stomach that can be retained. It took me some time to get rested, as I had had a long stretch of mental and physical strain, with no relaxation. I enjoyed a quiet cozy time, just taking every thing easy, and throwing off all care, and after two weeks I felt better. The Monday following my arrival, I was invited by two native girls, who had been pupils in our school, to walk down on the beach. I had no idea of a very long walk, but it was very pleasant, and before I was aware of it, I had gone a long distance. I passed through a small native village with a wharf, where the steamer sometimes comes to unload freight, when the sea is too rough to land it in its usual place, quite a distance below the town. Here comes into the bay a little river, which is navigable for unclear and small boats, the short distance of half a mile. The name of this little village is Waialama?. I was interested here, but still went on, till we came to a strait which separated a small rocky island from the main land. This looked inviting, and some native children