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VOLUME LXXXII.-NO. 122.
STRANGLING HANDS UPON A NATION'S THROAT ON BOARD STEAMSHIP AUSTRALIA,] Sept. 22. i \ v that the Australia has sailed away out oi the harbor of Honolulu, that vvonder >ep rainbow-colored curve of sea and . ■ ;ind sky — and all that one on see on the >n is a dim, low clouJ, which grows aer and dimmer— the memory of the islands i-s like a dream. Those great mountains, veiled in tenderest green from cicud-tirped summit to the ocean's emerald edge below, the silver waterfalls tum bling from on high down into the dark blue of the deeper sea, that extravagance of foliage and of flowers, the glory of sunshine on the lava-created hills and the benediction of shade in the dusky, wide ravines, beyond which rises mountain a:ter mountain— it is all like a won oerful transformation scene, where splendor fo-liows splendor till one is satiated with loveli ness. ■\\ here every prospect pleases Ana only man is vile, Quoted the distinguished Congressman who stood beside me on the Australia's deck. I don't know that the honorable gentleman alluded particularly to the Hawaiian Islander, or that mentally he made any distinction be tween white man and brown. But his quota tion, is particularly apt in the present instance. FOi here in Hawaii, the best belovedt the most richly endowed of all Mother Nature's beautiful family, the old, old struggle for Anglo-Saxon supremacy is goin : ; on. The centuries-old tragedy is being repeat ed upon a stage smail comparatively, but with a perfection of gorgeous setting and char acters whose classical simplicity gives strength to the impersonation. The only new phase in the old drama is that this time a republic is masquerading in the despot's role. The United States, founded upon the belief that a just gov ernment can exist only by the consent of the ned, is calmly making up lor the bloody :t— preparing to take a nation's life with all the complacent assurance of an old-time stage villa, n. For Hawaii has not asked for annexation. There are ioo,coo people on the islands. Of these not 3 per cent have declared for annexa . To the natives the loss of nationality is lv/eful, abhorrent. It is the old battle— the white man against .rown; might against right; strength st weakness : rower and intellect and art nst docility, inertia and simplicity. And the result? " I tell the natives that work for me," said a man suffering from an acute attack of annex ation mania to me, '''you might as well walk to the sea and attempt to push back the ::ng waves with your two uplifted hands as to try to prevent what's coming.' " } ■ ■ • . - • fUCStj I a—" he went on. "We are stronger and we'll It's a survival of the fittest." The strongest memory I have of the isl . nds is connected with tne hall of the Salvation Army at Hilo, on the island of Hawaii. It's a . : :de little p:ace, which holds about 300 peop>, uld think. The rough, uncovered rafters show above, and the bare walls are relieved by Scriptural admonitions .in English and Hawaiian: "Boast not thyself of to.-morrow. " "W ithout Christ there is no salvation." As 1 entered, the bell on the foreign church, up on cne or ihe beautiful Hi: was striking ten. The place was packed with :s, and outs:de btocu a patient crowd un ole to enter. It was a women's meeting, but there were many men present. The women were dressed in Mother Hubbards of calico or and wore saiior hats — wnite or black. The men were in coats and trousers of Ameri cr.n make. Pre?^ ' ■ parted and two women walked in, both very tall, dressed in handsome .:. free-flowing train d gowns of black crep aided in black. 1 hey wore black kid gloves Old large hats of black straw with black feath ers. The taller of the two — a very queen in dignity and repose — wore nodding red roses in .her hat, and about her neck and falling to the waist a inng, thick necklace of closely strung, Jeep-red, corai-iike flowers, with de;kate lems rsed. This was Mrs. Kuaihelani Campbell, the president of the Women's Hawaiian Patriotic League. Her companion was the secretary of the branch at Hilo. It was almost pitiful to note the reception of these two leaders— the dumb, almost adoring •indness in the women's eyes; the absorbed, close interest in the men's dark heavy faces. After the enthusiasm had subsided the min uter of the Hawaiian church arose. He is tali, bionde, fair faced, thre. -quarters white, as they say here. Clasping: his hands in front and looking down over the bowed dark heads be fore him he made the short opening prayer. He held himself well, his sentences were short and his manner was simple. There is something wonderfully effective in earnest prayer delivered n an ancient language with which one is unfamiliar. One hears not words, but topes. His feelings, not his reason, are appealed to. Freed oi the limiting effects nf stereotyped phrases the imagination supplies the sense. Like the H -i-r.-w and The Latin the Hawaiian tongue sterns to touch the primitive sources of one's nature, to strip away the com plicated armor with which civil ; zation and vorldliness have dotheJ us and to leave the ■,ous bare for ihat w istrument, a mm's deep voice, to play upon. The minibtfr ciosed and a deep murmuring "Alien" from the people followed. I watched Mrs. Emma Nawahi curiously as she rose to address the people. ! have never hearc two women talk in public in quite the same way. Would this Hawaiian woman be embarrassed or timid, or self-conscious or assertive? No airy of these. Her manner had xhi simple cirectness that made Charlotte Perkins n, two years ago, the most interesting speaker cf the Woman's Congress. But Mrs. Stetson's pose is ihe most artistic of poses— a pretense o', simplicity. 1 his Hawaiian woman's thoughts vere of her subject, not of herself. There was an interesting impersonality about her delivery that kept my eyes fastened upon her while the interpreter at my side whispered The San Francisco Call Many Thousands of Native Hawaiians Sign a Protest to the United States Government Against Annexation, Will the Great American Republic Aid in Consummating the Infamy Projected by the Dole Government? — Miriam Michelson Pens a Stirring Appeal on Behalf of the Islanders, his translation in short, detached phrases, hesi tating now and then for a word, sometimes completing the thought with a gesiure. '"We are weak people, we Hawaiians. and have no power unless we stand together," read Mrs. Nawahi, frequently raising her eyes from her paper and at times alt( gether forgetti "The United States is just— a land of lib erty. The pe< pie there are the friends, the great friends of the weak. Let us teli them — let us show them that as they love their coun try and wouid suffer much before giving it up, so do we love our country, our Hawaii, and pray that they do not tike it from us. "Our one hope is in standing firm shoulder tc shoulder, heart to heart. The voice of the people is the voice of God. Surely that great country across the ocean must hear our cry. By uniting our voices the sound will be carried on so they must hear us. "In this petition, which w r your signature to-day, you. women of Hawaii, have a chance to speak your mind. The men's peti tion will be sent on by the men's ciub as soon as the loyal men of Honoiuiu have signed it. There is nothing underhand, nothing deceitful in our way — our only way — of fighting. Every body may see and may know of our petition. We have nothing to conceal. We have right on our side This land X ours— our Hawaii. Say, shall we lose our nationality? Shall we be annexed to the United States? "Aole lua. Aoie loa." It didn't require the interpreter's word to make me understand the response. One could read negation, determination in every intent, dark f " 'Never!' they say," the man beside me muttered. "'Never!' they say. 'No! No!' They say " But the presiding officer, a woman, was introducing Airs. Campbell to the people. Her large mouth parted in a pleased smile as the men and women stamped and shouted. She spoke only a tew words, good-naturedly, hope fully. Once it seemed as though she were tak ing them all in her confidence, so sincere and soft was her voice as she leaned forward. "Stand firm, my friends. Love of country means more to you and to me than anything else. Be brave; be strong. Have courage and SAX FRANCISCO, THURSDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 30, 1897. patience. Our time will come. Sign this peti tion—those of you who love Hawaii. How many — how many will sign?" She held up a gloved hand as she spoke. and in a moment the palms of hundreds of bands were turned toward her. They were eloquent, those deep lined, broad, dark hands, wkh their :-hort fingers anl worn nulls. They told of poverty, of work, cf contact with the soil they claim. The woman wiio presided had said a few words to the peo ple, when all at once I saw a thousand curious eyes turned upon me. "Whajt is it?" I asked the interpreter. "What did she say?" He laughed. "'A reporter is here.' she says. She <ays to the people, 'Tell how you teel. Then the Americans will know. Then they may listen.' " A remarkable scene followed. One by one men and women rose and in a sentence or two in the rolling, broad voweled Hawaiian made a iervent profession of faith. "My feeling," declared a tall, broad-shoul dered man, whose dark eyes were alight with The Voice of the Native — What are you going to do with ME? enthusiasm. "This is my feeling: 1 love my country and 1 want to be independent — now and forever." "And my feeling is the same," cried a stout, bold-faced woman, rising in the middle of the hall. "I love this land. I don't want to b: annexed." "This birthplace of mine I love as the Ameri can loves his. Would he wish to be annexed to another, great .t land?" "I am strongly opposed to annexation. How dare the people of the United States rob a peo ple of their independence?" "I want the American Government to do justice. America helped to dethrone Liliuo kalani. She must be restored. Never shall we consent to annexation !" ''My father is American : my mother is pure Hawaiian. It is my mother's land 1 love. The American nation has been unjust. How eouid we ever love America?" "Let them see their injustice and restore the monarchy!" cried an old, old woman, whose dark face framed in its white hair was working pathetically. "If the great nations would be fair they would not take away our country. Never will 1 consent to annexation !" "Tell America I don't want annexation. I want my Queen," saii the gentle voice of a woirnn. ''That speaker is such a good woman," murmured the interpreter. "A good Christian, honest, kind and charitable." "I am against annexation — myself and all my family." "I speak for those behind me," shouted a voice from tar in the rear. "They cannot come in — they cannot speak. They tell me to say, 'No annexation. Never.'" "I am Kauhi of Kalaoa. We call it Middle Hilo. Our club has 300 members. They have sent me here. VVeaie all opposed to annexa tion—all—all!" He was a young rmn. His open coat showed his loose dark shirt; his muscular body swayed with excitement. He wore boots that came above his knees. There was a large white handkerchief knotted about his brown throat, and his fine head, with its intelligent eyes, rose from his shoulders with a grace that would have been deerlike were it not for its splendid strength. ''I love my country and oppose annexa tion," said a heavy-set, gray-haired man with a good, clear profile. "We look to America as our friend. Let her not be our en-:my !" "Hekipi, a delegate from Molokai to the league, writes: 'I honestly assert that the preat majority of Hawaiians on Molokai are opposed to annexation. They fe ir that if they become annexed to the United States they will lose their lands. The foreigners will reap all the benefit and the Hawaiians will be placed in a worse position than they are to-day.' " "I am a mail-carrier. Come with me to my district." A man who was sitting In the first row rose and stretched out an appealing hand. "Come to my district. I will show you 2000 Hawaiians against annexation." "I stand— we all stand to testify to our love of our country. No flag but the Hawaiian flag. Never the American !" There was cheering at this, and the heavy, sober, brown faces were all aglow with excited interest. * * • 1 sat and watched and listened. At Honolulu I had asked a prominent white man to give me some idea of the native Hawaiian's character. " They won't resent anything," he said, contemptuously. " Thsv haven't a grain of ambition. They can't feel even envy. They care for nothing but easy and extremely simple living. They have no perseverance, no back tone. They're unfit" Yet surely here was no evidence of apathy, of stupid forbearance, of characterless cringing. These men and women rose quickly one after another, one interrupting the other at times, and then stanaing expectantly waiting his turn — too simple, too sincere, it seemed to me, to feel self-conscious or to study for a mo ment about the manner of his speech, so vital was the matter to be delivered. They stood as ail other Hawaiians stand — with straight shoulders splendidly thrown back and head proudly poised. Some held their roughened, patient hands clasped, some b?nt and looked toward me, as though I were a sort of magical human telephone and phonograph combined. 1 might misunderstand a word or two of the interpreted message, but there was no mis taking those earnest, brown faces and beseech ing dark eyes, which seemed to try to bridge the distance my ignorance of their language and their slight acquaintance with mine created be tween us. I verily believe that even the most virulent of annexationists would have thought these Hawaiians human ; almost worthy of considera tion. ♦ * » The people rose now and sang the majestic Hawaiian National Hymn. It was sung fer vently, a full, deep chorus of hundreds of voices. The music is beautifully characteristic, with its strong, deep bass chords to which the women's plaintive, uncultivated voices answer. Then there was a benediction, and the people passed out into the muddy street. As I sat watching them, suddenly I heard a timid voice murmur: "You will tek this from me?" TRICE FIVE CENTS. A girl stood beside my chair, her gent'e face with its dark liquid eyes smiling down upon m?. She had slipped a rope— a lei, she called it— of gorgeous r^d and yellow flowers, strung thick and close, over my head. "But," I protested, "1 don't see why. I can't do anything, you know, except repeat what you say." "It— it is that." She hesitated, and then plunged bravely on with her broken English, she continued: ''No one comes to — to ask us. No one listens. No one cares. Your paper will speak for vs — us Hawaiians. Our voice will be heard, too. We are poor — you un'stan? And we cannot talk your language ver' well. The white men have ever'thing on their side. Eut we are right and they are wrong." "They are not heathens— not cannibals, you see," said a voice behind me as I stepped out upon the veranda of the pretty new notel at Hilo. It was Henry West, a half-white, whom I had seen at the meeting "Of course not.' 1 1 answered. "Who said they were." "Why, a Boston paper— just lately said so. Ha\e you met Mr. Keakolo?" David Keakolo and I exchanged bows. He is very dark and his hair and mustache are gray. He has a prominent nose and large, dark, expressive eyes. I had noted him particularly at the meeting, for he was the one man present in a dress suit and he spoke often and anima tedly. He smiled now, and said, with a profu sion of gestures: "I — am so sorry. I— cannot speak Ingli'. ! can un'stan'." "Yes," went on Mr. West. "They call us savages — all kinds of names. We are not. We n-ad and write. Yes, more of vs — compar ing, you know — read and wiite than in Senator Morgan's own birth Slate— Alabama, is it? I am so sorry Senator Morgan did not come to Hilo with your party. If he wou^d come here as a judge— if he would hear both sides— we would benefit from it. Your country has wronged us cruelly. Cleveland himself said so. What could we do wiien the United States sol diers were landed in our streets four years ago ? Let the United States right the wrong now— let her not do more wrong." "Would you prefer the present government to annexation ?" I asked. "The present government cannot last. They know that themselves." "But in time, supposing the islands are not annexed, don't you think that the natives will become reconciled and — and take the oath of " "Never." And a quick-spoken Hawaiian word and a glance from Keakoto's black eyes emphasized the negative. They turned to leave. "We are sorry that you are going back so soon," Mr. West said with pathetic courtesy. "We should like to show you the country." ! looked after the two men as they walked down the tree-bordered path with an aching sort of sympathy. They are so weak ; their op ponents are so strong. • • • I had to wait a short time in Mrs. Na wahi's little drawing-room, where I had gone to see Mrs. Campbell. The president of the Women's League, by the way, is the wife of that James Campbell, the wealthy Honolulu planter, who was kidnaped by Oliver Winthrop (now in San Quentin) and held for ransom in San Francisco last year. Every door and window of the room where I sat was curtained freshiy in white. The mat ting floor was brightened by a large square of a checkered pattern, with broad shining plaits. And this is really all I noticed, for Mrs. Camp bell entered, and I cared to look at nothing else. Imagine a very tall woman, a full com manding figure dressed in the sheerest of lace trimmed white lawn. The wreath of orange flowers on her black hair and the orange lei about her neck were exquisitely becoming, and the loose gown's graceful flow and full train gave a charming feminine touch to this woman whose sympathies have placed her in so uncon ventional a position. Rut Mrs. Campbell is anything but a new woman. ''Do you women expect," I asked her, '*to be rewarded for all your work? Do you look forward to being permitted to vote ?" The president of the Women's Patriotic League laughed outright. • "Why, we never thought of that. lam working for my people. That is all. When they are righted, when they are content, 1 shall be satisfied. You were at the meeting to-day. Did it not interest you? There are such meet ings ail over ths islands. The natives are far apart. It is hard for them to get together. But they all think alike." Her voice is exquisitely low and full and lazily deep. She speaks slowly, but without a trace of accent. Her manner is gracious and her face is soft, creamy, brown-tinted, with proud lips and languid eyes. She iooks Ha waiian, but hers is an idealized type. "Tell me, does your husband approve of your work ?" "Oh," she answered, smiling. "1 could — 1 would do nothing without hi* approval." '"Are all families— native families — united on this annexation question?" "Yes ; 1 think so. Nearly all." "Suppose a Hawaiian woman's husband in favor of annexation — " "It is unlikely." "Well, if it were so, would she continue to work in your league? C ulj she oppose an nexation openly and actively?" "Oh !" Mrs. Campbell leaned her head upon her large, shapely hand, upon which the diamonds glistened. "Oh, that would be very hard. But— if 1 were the woman— yes, I should work for my people anyway," said Mrs. Camp bell, decidedly and witii pretty inconsistence. "You see, they are so poor, so helpless. They need help so badly. " "And are there no native Hawaiians in favor of annexation?" She shook her hdad slowly. "I met a woman at Hana, on the island of Maui. She was." "Wasn't she in the Government's em ploy?" Mrs. Campbf II spoke quickly for the first time.