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CHAPTER III.
THE POLYNESIAN RACES.
" The steamer Nevada ' ' sails to-day, Sept. 26, four
o'clock, for New Zealand," reads " The Morning Honolulu
Bulletin."
What a day of bustle, — coaling, loading, transferring,
packing ! The beeves have been driven in from the mountains
by the natives. Panting, frightened, and fevery with
heat and rage, they are roped on the wharf by the sailors,
beaten, thrown to the ground, and tied with strong hempen
cords. Then while bellowing, struggling, and frothing
at the mouth with very madness, they are dragged by marine
tackling up into the vessel to be killed and eaten by passengers
on the voyage.
And the crew — sadly do we say
it—greedily ate the fevered bodies of those poor, bruised,
dead animals !
In the year 2000, meat-eating will be considered
a monstrous practice. Only paralleled by the cannibalism
of the South Seas.
THE DAILY OUTLOOK.
Sunny are these days, sailing 'mong the Pacific Islands,
decked in the rich and gorgeous drapery of the tropics.
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" Oh! soft axe the breezes that wave tfie tall cocoa,
And sweet are the odors that breathe on the gale ;
Fair sparkles the wave as it breaks on the coral,
Or wafts to the white beach the mariner's sail."