blue-green sides of Konahuanui, a thousand feet higher; and upon the other side the line of the ridge upon which he stood, rose sharply but in less lofty peaks, curving off into the distance. For a few moments he stood spellbound, drinking in the medicine which nature has provided for a sick soul; and then he walked reverently on along the rugged trail, no longer dull and introspective; but vitally alive and tingling with the joy of living and of setting his shoulders against the big wind which came tearing over the mountain tops and roaring away down the gorges. Once more he was all human and for the moment all questions of conservatism and Grundyism were submerged in the joy of just existing in a world so beautiful and in loving with an ardor beyond all compassing. To live in Hawaii forever, to have Evalani for his wife—beyond that nothing mattered—and that he would bring to pass, so help him God!
On he trod, buoyantly along the trail, which kept to the top of the ridge, merely winding upon one side or the other of some small peak, and then coming out again upon the thin knife-edge where the wind whipped and the koa trees bent and writhed in the blast and the lehuas scattered their red stamens in crimson wind-blown flocks of fiery arrows. There was a taller peak ahead which he knew to be Olympus, some twenty-five hundred feet high; and he determined to reach that point and then return, as he
