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The submerged reef upon which the breakwater is being built runs in the shape of a crescent, in a position reversed to the crescent of the bay. It is nearly half a mile wide, and the breakwater is located along its inner or harbor side. The average depth of water over this reef is about 23 feet, with occasional pockets of 40 or more feet depth. Inside the reef, the depth of water is in most part over 32 feet, with sand bottom and easy dredging.

The contractor has three years' time in which to finish the work covered by the first appropriation of $400,000. At the present rate of progress he would finish in about twenty-four months, well within the time allowed. He is not satisfied with this, however, and has ordered additional machinery which will allow him to increase the present rate at least fifty per cent, and perhaps double it. A new crane of 75 tons lifting capacity, with a 57 ft. boom, will arrive about the first of July, and will be installed at the end of the jetty. The

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Hawaii! 'neath thy sapphire sky,
Surely 'twere Paradise indeed
To live, unheeding of the cry

Of this repellent, hideous greed
Which fattens on the weaker's shame
And makes of friendship but a name.

Barred by two thousand miles of wave,
A unit of this striving horde,
In dreams thy crystal waters lave

My feet, and then some mystic chord,
Some strange and subtle impulse, strings
My heart with fond imaginings.

No stranger e'er partook thy bread.

But oft turns back on Memory's scroll Where Waikiki and Dimond Head,

Outposts of Earth's supremest goal, Stand forth and beckon him away From feeble strife for golden clay.

No sojourner within thy gates,

E'er loitered through thy star-spanned nights,

But rails at the untoward Fates

That tore him from such rare delights

But ponders, as Life's eve draws nigh,

O'er sleep beneath thy peaceful sky.

Fair island of the Southern seas,

Though in a land enwrapped in snow

I wander, and the bare-limbed trees

Stand spectral, and the cold winds blow-
Some time my ship will leave, some day
To Paradise I'll sail away.





HE WAR, undertaken precipitately and ending with the expected victory, was not followed with spectacular rejoicing, save in devouring the motive of the invasion. It was viewed as a hunt. That it brought about an entire tribal change of residence was not important. The tribe had possessed no houses or tents; not even a skin against a stick. The art of stripping hides was not yet known. Carcasses were divided and baked in the skin after the singeing off of the hair. The people took to caves as birds to a twig. They excavated cliff homes out of the way of prowling beasts. In all this was a mere livelihood, a dawn-to-dark animation. Supremacy in food-gathering was the only pride. But fortunately Ugwuf had a progressive mind. Pobolo informed him that the cattle was not likely to wander far and that it might be well to conserve the herd from the greedy population. This would fulfill two objects: firstly, the cattle would breed and give milk; secondly, there would always be food for the king when he should be indisposed towards the chase. Ugwuf approved the idea. He bade the commoners slaughter one cow for every four adults. The remainder were to be under the royal prerogative. After the feast, about fifty head of cattle survived. Of these, Ugwuf presented his adviser with


A further honor was awarded to this politician. In consideration of his services, he was permitted to wear about his waist a twisted fibre, like the chief's, but without the dangling spearheads. Pobolo.

was vain of this cord, and was frequently seen standing with his thumbs stuck into it, and arms akimbo. In point of authority, he was the second man in the settlement; but in popularity, the busiest of all. For Ugwuf was oft haughty after the chase and left to the statesman power over the allotment of meat. Pobolo ordered this man to sever the animal, that one to take a portion, and so forth. In going about his homely statesmanship he was plump-mannered, grandiose and exceedingly happy.

But there came a time when the worries of State offset its pleasures and the circumstance of his waist-cord. Intrigue and blight was found in his fairest glory.

He had a pretending rival in the affections of the chief. This was Lean-face, the name having been conferred by Pobolo in a splendid bit of statecraft. Leanface was not only spare of cheek but contracted in belly and scrawny of limbs. Pobolo frequently ridiculed him to the chief.

"Behold this Lean-face," he would say. "Has he not the widest mouth you have ever seen champing a cow-bone. I think Ugwuf ought to kill Lean-face for having such a wide mouth."



This remark Ugwuf did not fancy as up. to Pobolo's standard of astuteness. could not quite agree that a man should be executed for breadth of mouth contrasting with leanness of cheek. It caused him some reflection; but in the end he spared Lean-face.

Lean-face would often come to listen when Pobolo spoke to the king. In those days there was no privy council room. Any one might approach and hearken to the deliberations of Ugwuf and Pobolo. Among this audience Lean-face was the most attentive. He stared at Pobolo,

whose method did not seem difficult. So he tarried once until Pobolo had withdrawn, and then suggested ideas to Ugwuf. But these were too visionary for the stern-browed, simple chief, and Ugwuf grunted "No." Many times Many times Lean-face availed himself of this audience. Ugwuf always denied him in the end.

For instance, Lean-face wished to have the dead buried in the ground instead of being thrown over a cliff. The plan was a safe-guard against their coming back. For some reason, the Lakemen disliked the thought of the never-wake-up men returning. After a short period of bad-sleep they became so ugly as to arouse dread of what they might do, if active.

Another of Lean-face's wistful innovations was the marking of a scar in the form of a spear-head on the shoulder of every tribe member. This also made no impression upon the chief. So that Leanface was in despair of sharing, the royal friendship.

He longed for ten cows like Pobolo's; for, like Pobolo, he was loth to go forth and hunt. Often he would gaze into the distance and dream. The sounds of animals gave him strange fancies. He was wont to wander off alone and watch the play of animal life from a tree. It made him indolent, indolent as the fat Pobolo, whom he envied but could not displace in the attention of the chief. Besides this, he was just as frequentive a talker; yet few would listen to him. They did not understand. They knew of naught save food and the methods of tracking it. When Lean-face spoke to his companions, looking them in the eyes, they scowled uneasily as in the sunlight, and turned away their heads. They had acted the same way towards Pobolo at first, but now the latter was so prominent that he had but to blow upon a marrow-bone, and crowds would scuttle to do his bidding. Leanface yearned to blow upon a marrow-bone and fascinate a crowd; and still earnestly did he wish for ten cows. Moreover, Pobolo's vexation would not have been unpleasant to him.

In the latter concern, Lean-face interviewed a number of tribesmen. They either could not understand or considered a plot against the statesman impossible. It made the slim one dream more and

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One day, as he was thinking of some accomplice, he bethought himself of the great Wah-wah. Wah-wah, it was said, had invented fire. Lean-face revered him for that. It indicated superiority. Many times had he been in Wah-wah's cave. No one had ever beheld Wa-wah in the neverwake-up. It was related that upon the burning of the forest he had entered the flames and disappeared. Many therefore believed the man still alive. Only the very old remembered him and his conflagration and the woman Ainu, who taught fire to Botu-or pretended to remember.

From such hearsay, Lean-face esteemed the inventor or fire as the only person worthy to aid him in the present cause. He resolved to journey to Wah-wah's cave. for peradventure the hero had been away on a hunting expedition when hitherto looked for.

So Lean-face said naught to his associates, but, with a piece of meat upon his spear, set out for the mysterious cave.

He traversed the hills and forests, watchful of beasts of prey, now and then proceeding from tree to tree, leaping from one to the ground and springing up another, when observed by the larger animals. In this tree-jumping he would cast his spear and meat before him.

At last he arrived near the opening in the cliff. The mountain was hot; the rocks glistened. Lean-face peered cautiously into the cave. Bones of animals were scattered about, indicating a habitation. No human being was to be seen. The intruder searched about, and, in a corner, found a long flint-knife fitted with a handle and somewhat in the shape of a broadsword. He examined it curiously. On one rough-flaked side of the blade, crudely represented in the facets of the stone were the heads of a man and a woman, with bodies vaguely suggested. It was perhaps the work of chance, yet the shadows of both faces in the chipping of the flint were almost perfect. The man was in three-quarter visage; the longhaired woman in profile. At first, Lean

face did not recognize the human likeness, yet continued to be interested as some instinct of artistic appreciation roused within him. him. When his artless eyes achieved the art of recognition, he was abashed.

In the presence of this mystery, he called: "Wah-wah!"


"Wah-wah," faintly echoed from the


Lean-face was startled. He stared, but saw no one.

"Wah-wah!" he cried again.
"Wah-wah," came the echo.

The Great Man was evidently near, but invisible. Lean-face prostrated himself in fear. His whole body and mind had been stunned and felt the vibration as a gong. Now it was the unlimbering of his forces; then it was an alarm. He betook himself to his feet and scrambled down the cliff, forgetful of his spear, but unwittingly agrasp of the discovered sword. There was something new and wrong in the face of things. Inanimate objects, or parts of them, seemed to take on human shape. When he attained the valley, even the sunlight had a sinister aspect. Over the field of his former settlement he scoured, and did not relax his speed until well-nigh out-breathed. Therewith he walked fast as possible, running with every little renewed vigor, and, after many frights, having lost his way twice, was back among his comrades.


They were lying around and about, in groups and singles, as if strewn out to dry; in truth, they were merely digesting their food. Withal, they accorded him that attention, interest, curiosity, rhapsodic speculation that proceeds only out of abject idleness.

Lean-face said not a word. He felt that he dominated the scene, and did not wish to elucidate matters with undue haste or loss of dramatic effect, which instinctively was in him. Depositing Wah-wah's sword reverently on the sod, he lay on his stomach before it. In recollection of the sensation of hearing Wah-wah's name in the cave, it was now becoming to exhibit such attitude in the presence of the sword. This business satisfied both his own superstition and that of the spectators, who now came, curious.

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For some time Lean-face lay in the one position, until news of the odd event caused the approach of the king and his minister of State. Ugwuf looked on disdainfully, while Pobolo poked the prostrate man with his foot. The magnitude of the worshipped sword aroused Pobolo's covetous faculties. It looked just such a sword as he would desire for himself. However, if acquiring it were impracticable, he would get it for Ugwuf; upon some excuse, deprive the detestible Leanface of it.

"Where did you get that?" he inquired ferociously, being eminently able, in spite of his corpulence so to inquire.

Lean-face arose, holding the blade in both hands and gazing at it ecstatically.

"Where knife?" growled Pobolo, his form of speech recrudescing in rage. "Lean-face gorilla, where get knife? Where knife? Quick answer!"

Lean-face replied, "I got the knife from Wah-wah!"

Ugwuf moved his feet uneasily. There was but one thing that he feared, he did not know why, and that was the almost extinct name of Wah-wah.

Pobolo also was down-cast. The name of Wah-wah was about the only matter that the tribe had saved from the past, besides its few arts. Yesterday might have been a battle; today, an invasion of wild beasts; tomorrow might see a new chief. The next day, the tribe would be found frolicking beneath the trees. These men slaughtered and lay down to sleep, murdered and went to dinner. Blood of beast and man dried in the sun, and there was no profounder death than the past. There was neither means nor use for remembering anything. True, one might tell another, but that other's memory was a poor docket for facts. Or he might narrate the death of one upon the tusks of the boar and receive but a grin in response. And yet, out of all such oblivion, like unto the moon that sometimes was away but ever and again reappeared out of the horizon, returned the name of Wah-wah, who had invented fire. There had been many chiefs; there had been many deaths; there was one Unforgotten.

"Where is Wah-wah ?" gently asked Ugwuf of the Conquering Spear.

"In his cave." answered Lean-face.

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