UNDER THE SOUTHERN CROSS
by
Mabel H. Closson
Overland Monthly (2nd series - 1893)

AWAY out on the broad bosom of the blue Pacific, just below the Equator, is a little coral island, scarce six miles in circumference. So low it lies that one can hardly see it until close beside the encircling ring of surf which shuts it away from intrusion, for under that ring of white foam are cruel sharp-pointed rocks which destroy whatever may come within their power.

Not a blade of grass, not a green leaf, is found on the white surface of the little isle. Nothing grows there but a species of beach grass, and this is dingy gray at its best, and dismal brown at its worst and oftenest.

Many miles of dark blue water stretch between the island and its nearest neighbor', miles seldom traversed by vessels; for Jarvis Island, the little dot of sand of which I write, is far aside from the line of travel across the ocean. Not once a month does a ship come near enough to be seen, and not once a year does one come near enough to sight the island, for so low lies the land that a vessel can be seen long before the island can be recognized as land from her decks.

But remote and uninviting as seems the white spot on the waste of waters, it was for years the home of people who found within its contracted circle much of enjoyment, and who spent many happy hours roaming over the white sands of the island and the rough coral rocks of its reef, exposed at each tide.

Of these inhabitants three were white, a woman, a man, and a child, -- a boy of three years.

The man was the superintendent of the island, put in charge by an American guano company, to whom the island belonged. The woman was his wife, and the boy was their only son. Beside these three there were seventy or eighty Hawaiians that worked in the fields.

The Captain went down so months before his wife and son, but found it:' very lonely, and as his wife was fond of trying experiments, he asked her if she wished to try living on a desert island. She thought the experience would be very enjoyable, so agreed to try for three months. Passage for mother and son was taken); on an old English tub: the Madura and the two left Honolulu on a fin day in June' for their trip of twelve hundred miles, which should have lasted but ten or twelve days. It was after the morning of the eighteenth day leaving Honolulu however, before the bark was in the latitude of Jarvis Island. The island lies so low that it is not visible until close at hand. The sand is white and all the buildings on it are of the same color, so it, is not so easily seen on the sparkling water's surface. On the eighteenth day Captain Stan- ton, master of the Madura, announced that they would reach the island before noon, His passengers were eager to catch a first glimpse of their new home, and could scarcely leave the deck long enough to eat. The sailors saw land, and tried to point it out to the passengers several hours before the Madam was sure that what she called land was anything more than a cloud, a sparkle on a wave, or a sea bird's wing, for it looked as much like either as it did like land.

But land it was, and by noon the Ma- aura was close enough for those on board to see the shape of the white-buildings); though the island was so small that the houses looked as if they were rising out of the water, instead of standing on solid ground, --as solid, that is. as you can call a coral island.

Hal was all excitement. He had been the busiest man on the bark all the voyage, and had given his mother enough to do to keep him on board. He had tried every scheme he could think of to get overboard, and now that land was close at hand seemed to think that now or never was his time to distinguish himself He nearly succeeded in extinguishing himself, for in his haste to escape from his mother's grasp he plunge headforemost over the side of the vessel.

Fortunately the wind had died down, until the Madura was moving very slowly through the water, so that the mate plunging immediately overboard caught the boy almost as soon as he struck the water, and both were hauled aboard little the worse but for the ducking, which, as it was unbearably hot, did not matter m much.

Hal was rather quenched by his accident, and made no objections to holding fast to his mother's hand for a while. The Madura was slowly drawing near to the land, and those on deck could see, through a glass, that preparations were being made on shore to launch the boat. Soon it was off, and across the water came dancing the tiny white shell. It soon reached the vessel, and the superintendent and his crew climbed lightly up to the deck.

Hal fairly spluttered in his haste to welcome his father, and tell him of his involuntary bath. He wanted to know all about everything at once, and it was several moments before anyone else could get a chance for a word. Finally he caught sight of one of the Hawaiian boatmen whom he had met in Honolulu, and darted away to interview him, leaving his elders to themselves for a time. The superintendent had been for three months without news from the outer world, so he had many questions to ask about what had been going on in that time.

As soon as the boat had been made fast alongside, the Madura's course had been changed, for there was no anchorage at the island, so a vessel had to lie at moorings, and the Madura had been to Honolulu to get said moorings, which were at that moment filling up her deck, so it was necessary for her to keep a respectful distance from the inhospitable shore unless she wanted to stop for all time.

Time sped faster than anyone suspected, and when at last the boat was ordered to take the superintendent and his family ashore the island was far away in the distance.

The captain of the Madura offered to stand in again. but the superintendent dared not trust her at night among the treacherous currents, so he said he would not risk it, but that his men would have no trouble in setting him ashore, as they were fine boatmen.

They would have had no trouble if it had been only setting the family ashore, but unfortunately they attempted to tow also behind them a small lighter which the Madura had brought down for the island. As it would be really easier to tow if lightly loaded than when entirely empty, the Madam's trunk and several packing cases were lowered into the lighter, and just at sunset they were off for the shore.

Darkness falls so rapidly in the tropics after the sun sinks below the horizon, that Captain Stanton advised the superintendent at least to allow his wife and child to stay on board till morning; but to this neither would consent, so they left the ship just as the last gleam of sunshine faded from the blue surface of the waters. From the deck it did not look so very far to the shore, and no one made allowance for the fact that while they talked the day faded, and the vessel was gliding on the swift current much faster than any one realized.

At last all was ready, and the boat started for the island. Beside the trunks and boxes there was a length of heavy chain in the lighter which was not properly stowed, and they found that the lighter was too much down by the head; so the men were told to arrange it differently. This took some moments more, and when again the boat was headed for the shore it was almost dark. Still there was time to reach the land before it should be too dark to see to make their way up the narrow channel through the reef, but alas they were only at the beginning of their troubles. All at once Kimo, the luna, or head man, who was steering, looked behind, and cried out, "See, see, the lighter is filling!" And filling she was; for she was settling before their eyes.

Everything was done to keep her afloat, but she was filling so rapidly that there was nothing to be done but to save what was possible from her freight and let the rest go, hoping that something might float ashore and be saved. One trunk and 3 small box were hurriedly taken into the small boat, but with her passengers beside the crew she could take no more, so I Hal watched his particular trunk sink slowly into the water as the lighter sunk lower and lower, until with a gurgle and sucking sound it sunk down into the depths.

There was nothing to be done but to make haste and get ashore, being thank- for what they had saved, and mourning as little as possible for the articles lost. But where was the shore? It was now dark, and from the little boat they had not been able to catch a glimpse of the shore, but bad been rowing for the point where they knew land must be. During the excitement of the lighter's sinking the boat had turned and swung around several times; the light had faded entirely away, and the sky was all one dim blue, nothing showing which point of the horizon had swallowed the sun.

The Madura had tacked two or three times since the boat left her side, so they could not take a bearing from her position, and hope to find the shore.

What could be done? It was so dark that the boat could not be seen from the deck of the bark, and as she was sailing away from them with a freshening, wind it was hopeless to attempt to reach her side again.

A consultation between captain anti men was held, but that only made confusion more confounded. One man thought land lay in this direction, another felt sure it was in that. One said this was the north, while his neighbor declared it was the east.

It was a very disagreeable position. If they kept moving they might be going home, but they also might be rowing directly out into the broad ocean, and when mowing came they might find themselves far, far out of sight of land. The captain groaned as he thought of his delicate wife and young child exposed to the heavy dews of the equatorial night. He vowed that never again should his boat leave the shore without a compass even if it was only going to the edge of the reef. If they had the compass they could easily find their way to land, or at least could keep near enough to be in sighs 'when morning broke; but now they were helpless.

At last the Captain decided that the best thing to be done was to keep as near their present position as possible until light. He knew about the speed of the current, and could make allowance for it, and thus might stand some show of seeing land when morning broke, or at least of being within sight of the Madura, and then it would be an easy matter to get home.

The Madam had her keys in her pocket, so the trunk was opened, a difficult job in that little dancing boat, and warm wrappings found for mother and child, and all settled down to make the best of their bad predicament. The bright stars of the beautiful Southern Cross shone silvery white in the dark blue of the sky, and the boat was headed for the island as nearly as the position could be judged from the stars. Hal settled down in his father's arms, and the little company of castaways chatted in subdued tones as the long night hours crept away.

Kimo was a fine singer, and several of the others had fair voices, so they beguiled the time for a while by their music. Songs comic, sentimental, tender, or warlike, rang out over the waste of water. Tales of olden times were recited, news from far distant Hawaii was asked for and eagerly listened to, but still the hours from sunset to morning were terribly long. It was past two o'clock before silence fell upon the little boat, but at length all were dozing, waiting for the first gleam of light which it was hoped would show them where the island lay.

At last a faint gray haze took the place of the thick blackness which had encompassed them around for several hours. Morning was near. Soon the blessed sun would shine again, and the long dreary, dismal night would be past. Lighter and lighter grew the gray horizon, farther and farther away it seemed. The ocean had seemed all night to rise high above them at a short distance from their little boat, but now it resumed its proper place and position.

Soon pink lines shot through the gray haze, the sun's messengers, sent to give warning of his coming. Day was come, and the luna rose to his feet to see if there was any sign of the island. He gazed for a moment , and then pointed to where a white spot shone in the first rays of the rising sun.

"There's the Madura. We can get aboard of her, and she will take us to the island."

The bark came rapidly nearer. Soon her decks were visible, and now her men were plainly seen. Soon one of them seemed to catch a glimpse of the little boat. be pointed it out to others, and in a moment all was bustle on board. The course of the vessel was changed to bring her nearer Barer, and soon the weary company were again on the hospitable deck of the Madura.

The story of the long night was soon told, and hot coffee and hard tack was given them to stay them until breakfast could be prepared. The island was hardly visible, so far away was it, but by the time breakfast was prepared and eaten the vessel would be close to land.

The meal was soon ready and dispatched in haste. When it was over all hands hastened to the deck and found that the bark was rapidly drawing near the island. It was intended to lay the moorings from the deck of the bark, and as the weather was fine and the sea smooth it was advisable to make as much haste about it as possible, so the vessel was brought in close to the island. This gave the strangers a chance for a closer view of the place which was to be home for at least a time.

From the bark the land looked like a low, level stretch of white sand, with a square, two-story white house standing in the center. The island was so small and so low that one could see clear across it, and watch the surf break against the rocks on the farther side of the island. There were several buildings beside the big white house. A long, barrack like building was the native house; that is, it was the place where the men lived when not at work.

The men had the boat ready soon after breakfast, and another start was made for shore,-this time a successful, one. A short pull brought the boat to land, or pretty close to the shore,-but it was very close to the land underneath, so very close that it refused to move farther, and still there were some twenty feet of water between the wished for shore and the feet of the longing passengers.

The Madam did not care for wading, especially in water that looked as if it might be waist deep, and was running like a mill stream. The tide had turned, and was running out so fast that the boat, which was of great draught for its seeming size, was being left each moment more certainly stuck on the reef. Though the water was running swiftly out, there was no hope for the voyagers, for in the channel it would not be dry at all. It formed a river down which all the water from each side found its exit to the open sea. The exterior reef was high above water then, but the rock within the reef sloped in such a way that the water had to seek the sea by way of the straight channel which was the only entrance to the island.

The Madam wondered what she was to do, but luna Kimo did not stop to wonder. Hastily stripping off his coat and trowsers, he stood up, clothed only in his blue shirt, and stepping over the side held out his arms.

Had the Madam but just come from ultra civilized lands, she would have been shocked by the idea of being landed in this primitive way by this half-stripped man; but she had silent many months in Hawaii, where often men were met "naked, and not ashamed," where it is nothing unusual to meet parties of them employed in the taro fields, dressed only in the malo, or breech-cloth.

Being thus familiar with the native customs, she quietly stepped forward, and Kimo raised her in his arms as easily as if she were a child, and waded to the shore. Hal followed on the back of Nui Keoni, the biggest native - man he ever saw, while the Captain rolled up his linen trowsers and waded for himself. Two of the natives offered to carry him, but as he weighed two hundred and twenty-five pounds, he did not have full faith in their ability to fulfill the contract, so preferred to take no chances.

As the superintendent had been expected back the night before, and as the luna was with him, the men on shore had been uncertain what they should do, so had done nothing. Instead of starting, as usual, for the guano field at six o'clock, the whole seventy were on the beach to meet the new comers. Some were men whom the Madam or Hal had known in Honolulu, and these immediately came forward to greet the two, who might have some word for them from that far-off home to which a Hawaiian always turns with loving thoughts and longing heart.

The Madam at once went to the house, to take charge of her kingdom, while the Captain and luna went to work, getting ready for laying the moorings.

The Madam found that her home was in a wide, two-storied, white house, of four rooms on each floor. The rooms on the upper floor were to be used as living rooms, while the lower part of the house was for a store house, in which to keep the stock of provisions, which could be replenished only once in three months. For fear of accidents six months' stock was always kept on hand, and food enough to keep eighty men for six months requires a fair-sized room for storage.

A wide veranda surrounded the house, giving needed shade from the torrid sun, which has a power here scarcely to be realized by denizens of more temperate regions.

While the mother and son were settling their belongings in their roomy abode, the men had betaken themselves to the work of getting the moorings laid before rough weather should come. The moorings consisted of a couple of huge plank cubes, strongly bolted together and connected by a link and swivel. They were held in place by two anchors, one below the buoy, which held it from dragging inshore; the other on the reef, from which a long chain led out to, the connecting link between the two boxes. This kept the moorings from dragging out to sea.

The second day after the Madura arrived, the schooner Joseph Woolley, which belonged to the guano company, also arrived on her regular trip around the islands belonging to the company. At that time the company owned three islands,-Baker, Howland, and Jarvis. The Woolley made the trip to each once in three months, bringing stores and men, and returning took away the men whose time was at an end. The men shipped for a year, and usually, when the year was up, they would go to Honolulu, spend what they had earned by their year of hard work, and generally they were ready to re-ship before the Woolley was ready for her return trip.

The Hawaiians are a gentle, kindly race. These men would work from the first gleam of light until it was too dark to see to work longer. Often after they had been handling heavy bags of guano from four in the morning until eight at night, they were called up at midnight to haul the boats and lighters up into safety, as the surf was rising and the boats were in danger where they lay. Of the seventy or eighty men not one ever made a bit of complaint about the hardship. They would run out singing, laughing, and jesting, pull and tug until the heavy boats were at the top of the bank, and then return to finish their interrupted sleep.

Of course, they did not work such hours always. It was only when a vessel was there that they were worked so hard. Usually they worked ten hours a day, but the Madura had already been around the island over a year; once she was driven off by stress of weather, and suffered damages which necessitated her return to Honolulu to refit Then she returned, and in another storm dragged the moorings loose, and they were lost: After that she tried to take her cargo while laying off and on, but after a month's work she had not taken half her lower hold would carry. Suddenly the scurvy appeared among her men, and she was obliged to return to Honolulu for medical assistance and fresh stores. It was on her return from this trip that she had brought the Madam to the island. She also was chartered to bring down and lay the new moorings.

While the men were so busy in first laying the buoy and then giving the Madura her cargo, the woman and child had ample time to become thoroughly familiar with their kingdom.

Jarvis Island is nothing more nor less than a large sample of the mushroom shaped coral. It is like a saucer, in that the center of the island is much lower than the parts next the water's edge. This lower central portion forms a lake during the rainy season, so that work is entirely suspended for that time. The guano is found in this lower part of the island. It is not like the Peruvian guano, which is deposited by innumerable birds. The guano on these islands is simply decomposed coral. It is offensive neither to touch nor smell, but looks like sand, and has no more odor than clean sand has. It is found, some of it, close to the surface, and then is shoveled up like any other earth, which it resembles. There is a little of another kind found on Jarvis Island, but on ' none of the others. This kind is like a sandstone. It is called rock guano, and has to be dug out as if it was rock. It needs no blasting, as, it is very friable.

The guano from the company's islands is not used for fertilizing purposes, but is reserved for chemical uses first; then it may sometimes be used on land, but not generally.

In due time the Madura was loaded and took her departure, having spent fifteen; months in getting a cargo which would not pay her sailors) wages for that time. It may be interesting to the reader to know of her ultimate fate. After leaving Jarvis Island the Madura made a fair passage until soon after rounding Cape Horn. T hen they were caught in a hurricane, which damaged the vessel so much that it was found necessary to put into Pernambuco for repairs. Here the Captain, his wife, and both the mates caught the yellow fever. Mrs. Stanton and Mr. Williams, the mate, died of the fever, but Captain Stanton recovered and went home to England, with rather a poor opinion of everything on this side of the world. The Madura was, I believe, condemned and broken up. It was an unprofitable voyage for her owners.

After the vessel was gone the men were given a week of holidays, and they improved it to the best advantage. Of course a Hawaiian finds his greatest enjoyment in the water, so the men spent many hours of their play-time in swimming, diving, and frolicking in the sea. Several times at night they went out fishing with torches. It made a pretty picture,-the long line of blazing torches carried by the naked bronze forms, which were now lighted up by the glare, now shadowed by the smoke of the torches. Each man carried either a torch or a spear. The one with a torch would walk slowly along, holding his torch high above his head, while the spearman walked by his side, stooping every few moments to dash his spear down into the water, from which he would raise it with an exultant shout, bearing upon its point a finny captive.

These fish were of the most brilliant colors. The reel mullet, the purple mullet, rock cods brilliant with carmine spots,-for they wear a brighter hue in tropical waters than in the colder north, -silvery-sided, slender-bodied whip fish; and once in a while a glowing grass green fish. When they caught one of these they at once retired from the sport. They consider it a bad sign, but of just what I do not know. One of the green fish would cast the whole company into the dumps for at least twelve hours, and that is a long time for the mercurial Hawaiian to be thoughtful over anything.

When the week of play was over the men returned to their work with as much seeming pleasure as they had found in their sport. The wharf from which the guano was shipped lay on the northern end of the island, and the guano fields were nearly over to the southern side, so there was a railroad built from wharf to field; the cars were run by horse power, or, if the wind was right, by sails; but it was not often that the wind was steady enough to be depended upon, so the two old horses, which had been on the island for twenty years, were used to haul the low flat cars loaded with sacks of guano from where it was dug to a level field near the wharf, where it was spread to dry. From there it was piled in long mounds, and left until a vessel should come to take it from the island.

While the men were busy with their work Hal and his mother were enjoying themselves in various ways. The island, though so small, is the home of innumerable sea-birds There are thousands of small birds that sailors call " wide-awakes,"-the correct name I do not know. Hundreds of the frigate birds were also found here, and quite a large settlement of the stupid booby, a bird that does not know enough to get out of the way until you kick him over, and then half the time he will only lie and gasp, watching you with fishy, lackluster eyes until you roll him down the bank into the water.

The eggs of the frigate bird are fairly good for the table, not being overpoweringly fishy in taste, but those of the wide-awakes are finer than hens' eggs. The bird is not larger than a pigeon, but its eggs are but little smaller than a medium hen's egg, and they are finer food by far than the egg of any other bird in existence, so far as my experience goes. These eggs are, in the nesting season, so plentiful that Hal and his mother would take a bucket made of a coal oil can, and fill it in a few minutes. The birds were so tame that it was necessary to hold the-arm before the face, to protect the eyes while passing through the nesting place. Nesting I call it; but the only sign of nest was a slight hollow scooped in the ground, in which were two, three, and sometimes four eggs.

The frigate birds made a little more show of nest building; still their nests were very poor samples. They lay an egg about tile size of a turkey's. It is eatable, but not to be mentioned in the same breath as the others.

When there were no eggs to be gathered, there were fish to be caught, and Hal and his mother proved to be prize fishers. One day Hal hooked a rock cod so big that he and his mother together could not land it, but had to hold on with all their strength until the steward could run down from the house and pull it in for them. When it was hooked the Madam thought the hook was caught in a rock of coral, and as hooks were very scarce she pulled this way and that, trying to free the hook, but in vain. At last she and Hal put a heavy, steady strain on the line, and slowly brought the rock, as they supposed, to the surface. Hal was next the water and he nearly tumbled in as he saw the goggle eyes of the fish rising up as the hook neared the surface. The fish did not fight a bit until it reached the surface, then it made up for its previous inactivity. It dove down again, nearly chafing the line in two on the sharp edges of the coral, and then sulked as it was slowly hauled to the top once more, only to repeat the performance again and again, until the line began to show signs of wear. At last the mother sent Hal to call the Chinese steward, and with his help the fish was landed. It was a monster of its kind. It was four feet long, so big that it could not be cooked whole in the oven of the large range. This was the biggest fish caught on the island, but there were numbers of others which would astonish people who have not seen the size to which fish that are small in northern waters grow in the warm currents near the Equator.

Hal and his mother took the contract to keep the islands supplied with fish, and as Hawaiians are willing to eat fish three times each day, and oftener if you desire, it was no sinecure. They fished an hour or two nearly every day, usually standing on the rocks of the reef at low tide and fishing in the fissures, but sometimes taking the little dingey with the house boy, Kala, to row them, and going outside the reef to fish in deep water. Here they caught the mullet, one of the finest of fish; also a little pink-scaled fish that had a peculiar taste, but of which one became very fond.

Sometimes when there were no fish needed the Madam would take Kala and Hal and row idly along the reef, watching through the water glass the beautiful forms of the coral flowers that grew in the gardens far down in the green waters. There is scarce a flower in the garden that has not its counterpart in these lovely water gardens. Just outside the reef they grew in the greatest profusion and of the finest forms. Prob. ably they were sheltered from the force of the waves by the reef beside then,. At any rate they we re more lovely, seen through the medium of fifty or sixty feet of ocean water, than any flowers that grow in open air.

In and out among the glowing rock flowers glided the many-colored, myriad formed fish, and often it was hard to tell whether you were watching a fish or some strange formation of coral, until suddenly the fish remembered an appointment he had made with some friend, and with a swish of his glittering tail and a dip of his glowing fins was up and off before you could turn the glass to keep watch of him and see where he was going in such a hurry.

Hal used sometimes to get tired of watching the coral, but his mother never did. She would lie for hours with her face buried in the top of the long tunnel, watching the life under water. At first she wanted to secure some of the treasures from the lovely garden, and once she got Kimo, who was a famous diver, to go down and pick off one particular branch which she had long coveted. He did so, but when he reached the surface she could hardly believe that the dingy brown rock he brought up was the one she had watched him break from its anchorage. The specimen was improved by cleaning, but it never looked one half so lovely above water as it had below, and its absence made a vacant spot in her under-water garden, so she never asked for any more of them to be brought to the upper world. As with many other things, " distance lent enchantment." and she decided it was better to enjoy the corals that she got on the reef and allow those in her garden to stay there. While they were there she thought them beautiful. Perhaps when she got them close at hand they would be but common kinds, after all.

Beside the corals that were found on the reef it was a wonderfully fine place to gather superb shells. When the tide was out Hal and his mother, each dressed in a bathing suit, would wander over the exposed reef, finding here and there shells that were well worth the notice of a conchologist. There were to be found the harp cowry, --not many, but still each day one or two,-the leopard shell by the thousands, the rare strawberry cowry, and millions and millions o f other more common kinds. When they left the island they had at least a barrel of fine shells, which they distributed among their friends.

One day when Hal and the Madam were out "shelling," they met with an adventure that put a stop for a time to that particular pastime. They had been gathering shells all the time at low water, and were slowly working home again, wading through the deepening water, and finding here and there another shell. Suddenly as the Madam stepped across a pool where the water was knee deep she saw at the bottom of the pool

a magnificent leopard cowry. Elated at making such a find, she determined at any hazard to secure it, and stepped into the pool. The water was rapidly rising, and when she stooped to grasp the shell it covered her arm and breast. But that was nothing; she was nearly home, and could soon get dry again. As she grasped the shell she was terrified to feel a sudden shock alla to see a number of snake-like forms spring up out of the water, which was as black as ink in an instant, and to feel the snaky things fasten upon her arm, which was naked to the shoulder.

A shriek of terror broke from her lips, frightening Hal so that he tumbled headlong into a pool, and then added his screams of fright to his mother's calls. After the first shock she knew that the object which grasped her arm was nothing but a squid, or as more generally called, a devil-fish; but as she was stooped with her face but a few inches above the water, with the tide rapidly rising, and could not move from her position while the squid kept its numbing hold upon her arm, her position was not very pleasant. Fortunately the Captain was within hearing and ran to the rescue. He caught hold of the arms of the squid, and with one or two powerful jerks tore it loose, and brought it to the surface. It had used three of its arms to hold to tine' rocks and the others were fastened to the Madam's arm.

As any attempt to pull off the squid was excruciatingly painful, it was killed and each arm cut off before it relaxed its suction hold upon the flesh. Every one of the thirty or forty spots to which it was fastened on the arm was black for a week, and very painful. The flesh was badly bruised, but it came right in time. The fright was not soon forgotten; the Madam never cared much for shelling expeditions after that, unless the Captain could go along.

Soon after this the rains began. Rain! You have no idea what such rain is. It does not come in drops, it is almost solid, it comes in such sheets of water.' In five minutes as much water will fall as ever falls in an hour anywhere else. And when it rains it makes a steady job of it. - It will pour down in sheets for hour after hour, until one wonders if somehow things are not turned round, and if the ocean has not got overhead, instead of being out there behind that blinding sheet of rain.

But it does stop, sometime; and when it does, the sun tries his best to make you forget what has passed. One naturally [expects that-it will be very, very ho t on the Equator, but Jarvis Island, only twenty miles south, is much more desirable as a residence than many places farther north. The trade winds blow steadily every day and it is always cool enough for comfort. During the time that the islands were worked, some fifteen years, there were not a dozen days when they were obliged to stop 'work on account of the heat. Those days were when the wind died down at the change, and left nothing but one reeking, blazing, flaming, scorching fire, under which men and horses alike were helpless, and were called in to lie in the hot water under the wharf, and endure as best they could until the saving wind should blow again.

No work was done during the rains, as the guano beds were all under water; but the sun soon dried up the water after the rains were over, and things went on as before.

The first summer that Hal and the Madam spent on the island there were five vessels loaded there, so they did not suffer for company, particularly since the captain of one bark proved to be an old friend, who had no idea he was going to meet friends on the desolate little sand spot to which be had brought his vessel in course of business. i He lived on shore while loading, and the visit was much enjoyed.

During the winter no vessels are sent to the island, as it would be impossible to give a cargo of dry guano, and it does not pay to ship wet, so that the islanders passed several lonely months.

Soon after the summer came, the Woolley brought word that a vessel would soon reach the island, as she was almost ready to sail when the schooner left.

Of course Hal spent many hours each day in the observatory, and his mother often went up also, hoping to catch a glimpse of the longed-for sail. At last, late one afternoon, it was seen, but so far off that there was no hope of its getting to the island that night. Of course the captain could stand away from the island until morning, as it was known that the currents were very uncertain, and that it would not be safe for a stranger to come close at night. They watched the vessel until it was hidden by the darkness. The superintendent was a little anxious about her, as she seemed inclined to come closer then was prudent, but he finally concluded that her captain probably had been at the island before, and was coming down pretty close, and then would stand off until morning, and come directly to the moorings, without waiting for a pilot.

All hands retired early that night so as to be up at the first break of day, getting ready for the visitor. Hal was the first one up, and he ran out as usual on the verandah to look for a sail. He came running back calling,-

"Papa, papa, that ship is coming ashore on the point, I guess! "

Everybody rushed to the door, and found that the vessel was not coming ashore, but 'was already there. She lay high and dry on the point of the reef, and several of her men were making their way toward the house.

When they reached the verandah the Captain asked, "Well, boys, did you come to make a morning call ? "

"No, sir, come to stop," was the curt' reply of one of the sailors. "We've piled up the prettiest bark ever floated down there on your blasted reef, and how on Earth it was done I don't know."

All hands were hurried out to help in saving whatever was possible from the vessel before the tide should rise, for fear that it might carry her backward, when she would fill and sink at once.

It seemed the captain had missed his reckoning, supposed he was still some distance from Jarvis Island, had not seen the land the night before, and the first thing he knew his vessel struck with a bump upon the rock. A second crash and she was high and dry before her crew were awake, almost. Evidently the watch had been dozing, or the accident would never have happened, as the wreck was not half a mile from the buildings, and had the men been awake they could not have missed seeing the houses.

But whether by carelessness or not, the vessel, the Ada Venner of Newburyport, was a total wreck. She had sailed fair against the sharp coral edge of the reef, and it had cut a hole in the side big enough for her to fill in a few moments, whenever she should sink back where the water could get full swing at her. As she lay she might still remain for some time on the reef, until a rough surf should get up, for she had gone ashore at extreme high tide, and was lying at low tide entirely out of water. But it is always impossible to predict when a rough sea will get up, so it was thought best to put the whole force from both vessel and island to work stripping her of everything valuable, for fear she might be washed off by the first tide.

Fortunately the sea remained smooth for three days, and the busy force got nearly everything of any account off her before the rough weather came. The first and most important was the simply of food, for the sailors could not live on the poi and salt beef which was the principal food of the laborers, and of course a supply that was ample for three white people would not last very long when fifteen men were added to the number.

One morning, I believe the fifth after the ship struck on the island, when the men went out of the house that had been given up for their use, they rubbed their eyes and looked around in astonishment. There was not a stick belonging to the Venner in sight.

An unusually high tide had lifted her enough so that she had slid back off the reef, and sunk in a hundred and fifty feet of water. The water is deep close up to the reef, as in many cases in the southern part of the Pacific, so that the vessel had sunk out of sight close by the land. As most of her rigging had been taken out the day before it did not matter much.

As the Woolley had but just left the island, not to return for three months, there was nothing to be done but to keep the crew until she returned. At first this was rather enjoyed as a change from the monotonous life of the past few months, but idle sailors are hard to get along with. Fortunately there was but little liquor on the island, or there might have been more trouble; but as it was there was enough. The sailors had been very friendly at first with the Hawaiians, but before long little quarrels broke out, and soon there was an undercurrent of ill feeling gathering force each day.

The captain of the Venner had no authority over the men. They coolly told him that they had nothing more to do with him. They were on American soil, and he had lost his vessel, so had no right to dictate to them in any way. Whether this was law or not I do not know, but if they would not obey there did not seem to be any way of making them. There were twelve of them, and they were all in rebellion.

This state of affairs was rather unpleasant, especially with a woman and child on the island. Finally the captain and the superintendent held a consultation, to which they called the lunaand one or two of the best men among the natives. It was decided to have the natives seize the sailors the first time they could get the chance and handcuff them. This was done that very night. The sailors were all sleeping in the house set aside for their use, and a company of the men led by the luna Kilo stole softly in, and before the men knew what had happened they were all secured.

It was nearly a month before the schooner was expected back, and it was rather hard to keep the men handcuffed so long, but it was done. They threatened dire vengeance against both captain and the superintendent, but when they were informed that they would be taken to Honolulu and imprisoned for trying to incite the natives to an insurrection they changed their' minds. and when the Woolley landed in Honolulu they shipped and got out of reach as soon as possible, for fear they might find themselves in more trouble than they cared to face.

Life on the island moved quietly on after the crew of the Venner was gone. The same old story, day after day; getting eggs, birds, fish, or shells, by day; sitting on the verandah in the evening listening to the songs and stories sung and told by the men, and sleeping soundly and dreamlessly through the night, watched over by the silver moon and the Southern Cross.


Another year passed in this way, and then, owing to misrepresentation, the company in New York decided to abandon the island, as they were told by the manager that the guano was exhausted, and there was no more worth shipping. l his with several thousand tons already dug on the island, higher in phosphates than much that had been sold at a higher figure. It was a job put up by interested parties, who intended stealing the guano and selling it in Australia. One cargo was so taken and sold about a year after the island was abandoned, but the vessel was lost as she drew near the Australian coast with her second cargo.

As orders had come to leave the island, the superintendent had nothing, to do but obey, so when the Woolley returned to Honolulu she took with her all those who had spent so many peaceful months on the little coral island, which though scarcely as large as many a farm in the States, still afforded scope for many pleasant (and some few unpleasant) occurrences, which are often talked over, even at this day, long after the tattered flag that was left flying, nailed to its staff, to show that the island was a bit of America, had been blown from its halliards.

The Woolley sailed away on a pleasant morning soon leaving the island far out of sight, and in a short time she landed her little band of returned exiles on Hawaiian soil.