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THE CONQUEST OF PERU. Story

ANNA BRABHAM OSBORN

THE DANCE. Verse

FLORENCE SLACK CRAWFORD

THE DEAD INCHES. Story

L. A. MALONE

THE DESERT. Verse

JOSEPH NOEL

THE DESERT NIGHT. Verse

JOSEPH NOEL

THE DIVINE PROGRAM

C. T. RUSSELL

VI. its Epochs and Dispensations

THE DIVINE PROGRAM. VII.

C. T. RUSSELL

(The Predestination and Election of the Bible.)

Illustrated with Portrait.

THE DIVINE PROGRAM

C. T. RUSSELL

The Judgment Scene Before the Great White Throne.

Illustrated with photographs.

THE DIVINE PROGRAMME

C. T. RUSSELL

X-The Millennial Kingdom

With Photograph.

THE DIVINE PROGRAM-X.

C. T. RUSSELL

The Kingdoms of this World Supervised.

THE DIVINE PROGRAM. XI.

C. T. RUSSELL

Messiah's Second coming
Illustrated with Photograph.
THE EDITOR'S PHILOSOPHY. (Continued)

As to Racial Prejudices 'and Business

THE EDITOR'S PHILOSOPHY. (Continued)

THE EVENING. (Verse)

j. c. B. HEBBARD

THE EDITOR PHILOSOPHIZES. Continued
THE EYES OF THE GAMBLING GOD

Illustrated with Photographs.

THE FORGOTTEN STORY OF DOMINGUEZ

HELEN FITZGERALD SANDERS

Illustrated with Photographs.
THE GIFT OF A SONG. Verse

ALONZO RICE
THE GOOD BISHOP SAINT NICHOLAS

PROFESSOR ALBERT SCHINZ
THE HOME OF THE RED MAN IN STATE.
HOOD

GRANT FOREMAN

THE KING CONFESSES. Verse

HUNTLY GORDON

THE LAST BUFFALO. Verse

D. S. RICHARDSON

THE LAST STAND. Story

AGNES LOUISE PROVOST

THE LURE AND THE LOSS

FRED A. HUNT

THE MAN AT THE WHEEL. Verse

JAMES ARNOTT, JR.
THE MIRACLE. Verse

ONEY FRED SWEET
THE MODERN PENOLOGICAL

REV. AUGUSTUS DRAHMS

THE PORTOLA DISCOVERY

HALSEY L. RIXFORD

Illustrated with Photographs.
THE PROFESSOR'S DOUBLE. Story

ELIZABETH GRISWOLD ROWE

THE RACE HORSE THAT RUINED AN EARL.Story WALTER HARRIS GREGORY

THE REHABILITATING OF BUCK SMITH. Story WALTER ARCHER FROST

THE ROLLING STONE. Verse

JOHN A. HENSHALL

THE SEA FOGS. Verse
THE SHERIFF OF GREENWATER. Part I. Story.

ELLIOTT J. CLAWSON
THE SHERIFF OF GREENWATER. Story

ELLIOTT J. CLAWSON
(Concluded).
THE “SODDY." Verse

HARRY TRUMBULL SUTTON
THE SPIRIT OF SANTA CLARÁ VALLĖY :

SPENCER WINTHROP
Illustrated with photographs.
THE SUBJUGATION OF BLACK KETTLE

FRED A. HUNT

THE TRAIL. Verse

ZOE HARTMAN

THE UTILIZATION OF EUCALYPTUS

C. STOWELL SMITH
Illustrated with Photographs.
THE VINTAGE IN CALIFORNIA AND ITALY

ARTHUR INKERSLEY
Illustrated with Photographs.

THE WORN-OUT SHOE. Verse

HELEN FITZGERALD SANDERS

TINSEL PATRIOTISM

BARNETT FRANKLIN
With photographs of the stage.
TO THE DREAMER OF DREAMS. Verse

HARRY COWELL

TOMBSTONE JOHNNY. Story

AMOS GEORGE

TWILIGHT IN THE HILLS. Verse

MARY J. ELMENDORF
TWO IN A TAVERN. Story

J. TORREY CONNOR

Illustrated with Photographs.

"VANEETY," THE CHEROKEE MAID. Story

LILLIAN MAY TROY

VAN DYKE'S "HOUSE OF RIMMON" IN THE

GREEK THEATRE

Illustrated with Photographs.

DAVID LIVINGSTON LEVY

"WHAT ELSE COULD I DO?" Story

CHARLES WOODWARD LAMB

WHAT THE INDIAN SCULPTURES SAY :

O, H. SAMPLE

Illustrated with photographs.

WHEN THE GODS INTERVENE. Story

REBECCA N. PORTER

WHY REAL ESTATE PAYS

:

F. ORVIS

Illustrated with photographs.

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JULY, 1909

No. 1

Bret Harte

OVERLAND? MONTHLY Vol. LIV
Founded 1068

San Francisco
A TOURIST'S PARADISE

BY PIERRE N. BERINGER

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"Life is far better fun than people it must be remembered that in order to dream who fall asleep among the chimney do justice to a land one must love it, and stacks and telegraph wires.'

I do love Hawaii. I found on its shores

the only unalloyed hospitality I have HY IT SHOULD be al- ever found in the wide, wide world, and

loted to me to write of departing left behind the keenest regrets

Hawaii as a tourist's of a long life of globe trotting. There W Paradise is more than must, indeed, be a wonderful charm in a

I can tell, for every land, entirely apart from its people, which time that I have vis- beckons to you across

the intervening ited Hawaii has been years in subtle allurement and calls to for

time of you in startling clearness in moments stress. Once the alarums of war were in when your mind is receptive to waves of the air, and I came on a transport as a reminiscence. Then again there must be war correspondent; at another time I was a remarkable tenacity in the love given sent to the land of Aloha as a commis- such a land when, upon recurrent visits, sioner for the Southern Pacific Company expecting to find mighty changes, not in to gather together specimens of all the the physical aspect of town and country magnificent hardwoods of the islands, and so much as in the people themselves, and at no time have I ever visited them as a when knowing one is to be disappointed : tourist.

that the whole picture has been spoiled, "I will never leave the sea, I think; that a jarring rift will be found in the it is only there that a Briton lives: my lute, and your imaginings and fond repoor grandfather, it is from him that I in- membrances will find no counterpart in herit the taste, I fancy, and he was round the reality. Then imagine your joy at many islands in his day; but I, please finding no change, that Hawaii is still God, shall heat him at that before the re- Hawaii, that the American, the foreign call is sounded

interloper, has not spoiled it all. To be It was Robert Louis Stevenson who sure, there are changes, but these are spoke the words in an attempt to explain greatest where they have wrought miracles a roving disposition, and I have headed in making humans of the money-grubbing this article with another quotation from new-comers, in innoculating them with the sweet singer of the South Seas be- the virus of the isles of the Blessed which cause it seemed to fit the case particularly will never leave them and which will well: “Life is far better fun than people haunt them wherever they may roam as a dream who fall asleep among the chimney scented wind from the gardens of Araby. stacks and the telegraph wires." In this is Where does the tourist find his desire to found the editor of the Overland roam, and where did the wander-lust Monthly's apology for selecting me to spring from originally? Was it at the write of “A Tourist's Paradise." Also mother's knee, when lisping tongue and lip

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The sunsets of Ilawaii are world famed, and the Overland Monthly has caught in black and white a beautiful picture in which it is not difficult to imagine all the

delights of a sunset sky. Cocoanut Island near Hilo

first heard of tales of lands of the far- the old heathen gods and heard in the disaway, of fairies who dwelt in islands so tance børn on the moonlit air the soft fair as to test the powers of imagination? croonings of an Hawaiian woman to the Or was it later when the boy and girl mellow notes of the ukulele. It was so were at one with the Swiss Family in that still that before the singing began mythical island so blessed with all the ne- thought I could hear my heart beat and cessities of man; did it come from read- the light of the moon shone on the queer ing of the sea and land in books by the god, perched up among the ferns and a more romantic novelists ?

sort of reed grass, near the shores of a Hawaii is the epitome of these dreams iagoon. The romance of the land was of youth. It is a land of perpetual won- upon me, and while I gazed at the inder, and everywhere you turn you come scrutable and grotesque features of the upon some strange thing, some scene not effigy, I seemed to hear the war cries of known before, some subtle scent of flower, ancient heroes, the Kamehamehas of old, some strange sound so softly sweet it the Kainas, the warriors who fought and seems to you the birds had never sung bled on these shores in ancient times. I before. There are splashes of color, an iri- thought of the Great Conqueror as he descence of water never seen elsewhere, drove his enemies over the Pali and and everywhere the soft, sad note pre- brought peace to the land. dominant. It is not a sadness that jars It seemed to me that out of all this arbut which comes as part of the picture. ray of warriors, out of all the magnificence It is probably due to the sweet stillness of conflict a poet must be born; some one prevailing, to the mild winds and the man who would fashion a crashing ode in balm that is in the air. Mayhap the sad- heroic lines to tell the deeds of a wonderness is not there at all, for I have felt it ful people. As I mused, it seemed as when I have stood face to face with one of though all thought of strife had passed

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