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At noon, we hired a Kanaka to take us down to the ancient ruins at Honaunan in his canoe-price two dollars-reasonable enough, for a sea voyage of eight miles, counting both ways.
The native canoe is an irresponsible looking contrivance. I cannot think of anything to liken it to but a boy's sled runner hollowed out, and that does not quite convey