Hawaii; Scenes and Impressions
Katherine Fullerton Gerould
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This travel volume about Hawaii was published in 1916. From the book's Preface: Of all the books that have been written on Hawaii, the pages that follow constitute the least pretentious. Mine, indeed, is a book at all only by accident of physical form. It boasts no architectonics, scarcely even a beginning and an end. Its sole unity is the unity derived from being the record, by a single pen, of some of the experiences of a single month. It wanders almost consciously; it leaps from the general to the intimate and particular with no apology, with hardly even a transition. In that sense, it is ragged - ragged like almost any month of life. Yet it falls already, for me - that brief season - into a memory that "composes". In that month, thick-packed with happy adventures of eye and ear, it is hard for one's nostalgic mood to recall one jarring note or one unlucky tint. The remembered sweetness of Hawaiian voices has haunted each sentence as it was written; palms should droop over every page; the white Pacific surf should beat round every margin. It has, in memory, the unity at least of a curious and varied perfection. I have tried not to vex the pages with history or statistics - except where such are registered first of all by one's own senses, or dog an impres- sion unescapably. "Information" I have tried modestly to leave to the encyclopaedic mind. But - and here is my only defense - if I have contrived to suggest a tithe of the beauties of that "loveliest fleet of islands", to inspire one creature with an effective desire to go and taste for himself, I can claim one virtue. The half is not told; and Hawaii waits with open arms, under the Southern Cross, to give more than I have even hinted. My great fear is simply that I have not hinted enough. These pages are the wandering record of a month - with how many crowding pleasures, social and aesthetic, of necessity left out! My context is richer than my page; my memory than my manuscript. If you travel undominated by a fixed idea, it must be so. Only those under vows can defy the unexpected and make of their days a pattern. Our adventure was rich, brief, an unfore- seen and beautiful motley. A full third of the little book goes to description of a place most Islanders ignore, a place as untypical and "special" as any in the world; the Leper Settlement on Molokai. That in itself would destroy "unity"; though it is positively the finest of our memories. Nor is there even unity in the group to which I owe thanks. But I beg that all those who know that I have reason to be grateful to them will take to themselves my tacit acknowledg- ment. Explicit, it might seem to be oddly shared. At all events, to those who, in their different ways, made the adventure possible and made it what it was, I humbly offer the record - in the phrase of the project, "a basket of summer fruit". K.F.G.