[5] A few weeks after our ascent, one of the Japanese laborers fell 1500 feet in the clear.
[6] Another way has been devised for the traveler who would see the Ditch Trail: by automobile from Wailuku to Pogue’s, thence on foot (stopping overnight at a rest house in Keanae Valley), to Nahiku on the coast, where a steamer calls. It is possible to travel by rail from Wailuku to Haiku, about nine miles from Pogue’s, and begin the “hike” at Haiku. The railway terminus is the home-steading settlement, and the railway ride is of unique interest.
[7] Ours was the last party that ever crossed this bridge. A new one was hung shortly afterward.
[8] Burned in 1920.
[9] In a late Pacific Commercial Advertiser, I notice the following cable: “Washington, August 13, 1917. Favorable report was made to the Senate to-day on the bill to empower the Hawaiian Legislature to extend suffrage to women and submit the question to voters of the territory.”

Jack London, Kamaaina

The other day a man stood, uncovered, beside the red bowlder that marks by his own wish the ashes of Jack London, upon the little Hill of Graves on his beloved Ranch in the Valley of the Moon. Set in indestructible cement, about those ashes—for he desired to rest in the ashes rather than any dust of him—are wrapped two cherished leis of ilima that he had brought withered from Hawaii.

The man, there among the trees of the whispering ridge, told me how, only a week earlier, he had been talking with a simple ukulele-player in a Hawaiian orchestra at one of the San Francisco theaters. The Hawaiian boy had spoken haltingly, with emotion:

“Better than any one, he knew us Hawaiians... Jack London, the Story Maker.... The news came to Honolulu—and people, they seemed to have lost a great friend—auwe! They could not understand.... They could not believe. I tell you this: Better than any one, he knew us Hawaiians.”

Months before, a friend wrote from Honolulu: “These many weeks, when two or three who knew him meet upon the street, they do not speak. They cannot speak. They only clasp hands and weep.”