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ADDRESSED BY PETER GoABoUT TO HIS COUSIN


JOB sTAYATHoME.
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ADDRESSED BY PETER GoABoUT TO HIS COUSIN


JOB sTAYATHoME.


After leaving the regal residence of Deb
orah, nothing of particular interest is to be
met with on the road until arriving at Ana
hola. "A number of small hamlets line the
beach, with their usual quantum of snarling,
barking quadrupeds, which are always on
the ga r're to welcome stranger by their
deaiening noise, while troops of naked chill
dren crowd around to gaze their fill upon the
pale face. 1t is in these by-villages that
some faint trace of the primitive hospitality
of Hawai- is yet to be met with, and the trav-
eller is still occasionally greeted with the in
quiry, is your belly empty;' Perhaps
this laudable custom has not diminished as
much as expectation of an ample remunera-
tion has been raised, and in few years as
regular tariff of prices will be found in the
grass novels on this scarce trodden road, as
in the most celebrated cafes of Paris.