"And you have a care, too," said Mr. Raymond to his son. "You and Dan had enough wild escapes in the Philippines to last a lifetime."
"We'll look out for ourselves, never fear," answered Oliver confidently.
The lines were now cast off, and amid parting waves of hands and a flutter of handkerchiefs the Mariposa left the wharf and started on her long trip out of the Golden Gate and almost halfway across the Pacific Ocean.
"Good-by to our own dear native land," I murmured. "May we all be richer when we return to thy shore once more!"
"Don't grow sentimental, Mark!" cried Oliver. "Remember, the Hawaiian Islands are now a part of the United States, so we are in reality only going from one portion of our country to another!"
"True, but the islands are so far away!"
"A seven-days' trip by the steamer—about the same as a trip to England or France—that's not so far."
"And we always used to hear about the islands as being full of savage tribes, cannibals and the like."
"That was a good many years ago," put in Dan. "I understand that the vast majority of the Kanakas, as they are called, are thoroughly civilized. Of course, it is likely that some of
