In an Unknown Prison Land: An account of convicts and colonists in New Caledonia with jottings out and home — John Shaqi
In an Unknown Prison Land: An account of convicts and colonists in New Caledonia with jottings out and homeGriffith, George Chetwynd
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In an Unknown Prison Land: An account of convicts and colonists in New Caledonia with jottings out and home
Griffith, George Chetwynd
Crime; Criminals; New Caledonia -- Social conditions -- 19th century; Penal colonies -- New Caledonia
[Illustration: Diamond Head, Honolulu. The town lies in the bay about
halfway between the two headlands.]
On the third night we got into smoother water and stopped while the Chief
and his assistants repaired the damage. The next morning at breakfast the
deserted saloon began to fill up.
So far I and a fellow-traveller from Chicago had had the corner table to
ourselves. By lunch-time it was full of lady missionaries going to China
and Japan. For three or four of them that was destined to be their last
voyage. The nicest and most pleasantly spoken of them was travelling many
thousands of miles to meet an unspeakable fate at the hands of the Boxers.
On the fourth morning great blue-grey masses of land began to rise up
to port and ahead of us, and that day we spent steaming through summer
seas under a lovely sky, between shores whose beauty may well have led
Captain Cook’s sailors to believe that they had at last reached the
long-dreamed-of Islands of the Blest.
For all that, I must confess that I was disappointed with the approach to
Honolulu. Even the most patriotic Hawaiian would, I think, agree with me
that the capital has not been placed either on the most beautiful of the
islands or in the most picturesque position possible.
Still, you would travel far before you found a fairer sea-flanked city
than Honolulu itself. It is a city of broad, tree-shaded streets, of
buildings which are dignified without being pretentious, of palaces and
Government offices built on a scale of splendour which argues eloquently
for the financial conceptions of former monarchs and a belief in their
destinies which the sceptical Fates and the American Republic have since
declined to justify.
There are, of course, many churches and schools in Honolulu. Your
Hawaiian takes his or her religion in a cheerfully earnest fashion, and
sings hymns with keener delight than any one else on earth. Still, the
schools and churches of Honolulu were not built wisely. Where everything
else is beautiful, softly lined, and tree-embowered, they are hard, bare,
and angular, even after the fashion of the Ebenezers of the Midlands and
the North of England. The very gaol looks nice in comparison with them.
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