I still quote from my journal:
I found the national Legislature to consist of half a dozen
white men and some thirty or forty natives. It was a dark
assemblage. The nobles and Ministers (about a dozen of them
altogether) occupied the extreme left of the hall, with David
Kalakaua (the King’s Chamberlain) and Prince William at the head.
The President of the Assembly, His Royal Highness M. Kekuanaoa,
[Kekuanaoa is not of the blood royal. He derives his princely
rank from his wife, who was a daughter of Kamehameha the Great.
Under other monarchies the male line takes precedence of the
female in tracing genealogies, but here the opposite is the
case—the female line takes precedence. Their reason for this is
exceedingly sensible, and I recommend it to the aristocracy of
Europe: They say it is easy to know who a man’s mother was, but,
etc., etc.] and the Vice President (the latter a white man,) sat
in the pulpit, if I may so term it. The President is the King’s
father. He is an erect, strongly built, massive featured,
white-haired, tawny old gentleman of eighty years of age or
thereabouts. He was simply but well dressed, in a blue cloth coat
and white vest, and white pantaloons, without spot, dust or
blemish upon them. He bears himself with a calm, stately dignity,
and is a man of noble presence. He was a young man and a
distinguished warrior under that terrific fighter, Kamehameha I.,
more than half a century ago. A knowledge of his career suggested
some such thought as this: “This man, naked as the day he was
born, and war-club and spear in hand, has charged at the head of
a horde of savages against other hordes of savages more than a
generation and a half ago, and reveled in slaughter and carnage;
has worshipped wooden images on his devout knees; has seen
hundreds of his race offered up in heathen temples as sacrifices
to wooden idols, at a time when no missionary’s foot had ever
pressed this soil, and he had never heard of the white man’s God;
has believed his enemy could secretly pray him to death; has seen
the day, in his childhood, when it was a crime punishable by
death for a man to eat with his wife, or for a plebeian to let
his shadow fall upon the King—and now look at him; an educated
Christian; neatly and handsomely dressed; a high-minded, elegant
gentleman; a traveler, in some degree, and one who has been the
honored guest of royalty in Europe; a man practiced in holding
the reins of an enlightened government, and well versed in the
politics of his country and in general, practical information.
Look at him, sitting there presiding over the deliberations of a
legislative body, among whom are white men—a grave, dignified,
statesmanlike personage, and as seemingly natural and fitted to
the place as if he had been born in it and had never been out of
it in his life time. How the experiences of this old man’s
eventful life shame the cheap inventions of romance!”
The christianizing of the natives has hardly even weakened
some of their barbarian superstitions, much less destroyed them.
I have just referred to one of these. It is still a popular
belief that if your enemy can get hold of any article belonging
to you he can get down on his knees over it and pray you to
death. Therefore many a native gives up and dies merely because
he imagines that some enemy is putting him through a course of
damaging prayer. This praying an individual to death seems absurd
enough at a first glance, but then when we call to mind some of
the pulpit efforts of certain of our own ministers the thing
looks plausible.
In former times, among the Islanders, not only a plurality of
wives was customary, but a plurality of husbands likewise. Some
native women of noble rank had as many as six husbands. A woman
thus supplied did not reside with all her husbands at once, but
lived several months with each in turn. An understood sign hung
at her door during these months. When the sign was taken down, it
meant “NEXT.”
In those days woman was rigidly taught to “know her place.”
Her place was to do all the work, take all the cuffs, provide all
the food, and content herself with what was left after her lord
had finished his dinner. She was not only forbidden, by ancient
law, and under penalty of death, to eat with her husband or enter
a canoe, but was debarred, under the same penalty, from eating
bananas, pine-apples, oranges and other choice fruits at any time
or in any place. She had to confine herself pretty strictly to
“poi” and hard work. These poor ignorant heathen seem to have had
a sort of groping idea of what came of woman eating fruit in the
garden of Eden, and they did not choose to take any more chances.
But the missionaries broke up this satisfactory arrangement of
things. They liberated woman and made her the equal of man.
The natives had a romantic fashion of burying some of their
children alive when the family became larger than necessary. The
missionaries interfered in this matter too, and stopped it.
To this day the natives are able to lie down and die whenever
they want to, whether there is anything the matter with them or
not. If a Kanaka takes a notion to die, that is the end of him;
nobody can persuade him to hold on; all the doctors in the world
could not save him.
A luxury which they enjoy more than anything else, is a large
funeral. If a person wants to get rid of a troublesome native, it
is only necessary to promise him a fine funeral and name the hour
and he will be on hand to the minute—at least his remains
will.
All the natives are Christians, now, but many of them still
desert to the Great Shark God for temporary succor in time of
trouble. An irruption of the great volcano of Kilauea, or an
earthquake, always brings a deal of latent loyalty to the Great
Shark God to the surface. It is common report that the King,
educated, cultivated and refined Christian gentleman as he
undoubtedly is, still turns to the idols of his fathers for help
when disaster threatens. A planter caught a shark, and one of his
christianized natives testified his emancipation from the thrall
of ancient superstition by assisting to dissect the shark after a
fashion forbidden by his abandoned creed. But remorse shortly
began to torture him. He grew moody and sought solitude; brooded
over his sin, refused food, and finally said he must die and
ought to die, for he had sinned against the Great Shark God and
could never know peace any more. He was proof against persuasion
and ridicule, and in the course of a day or two took to his bed
and died, although he showed no symptom of disease. His young
daughter followed his lead and suffered a like fate within the
week. Superstition is ingrained in the native blood and bone and
it is only natural that it should crop out in time of distress.
Wherever one goes in the Islands, he will find small piles of
stones by the wayside, covered with leafy offerings, placed there
by the natives to appease evil spirits or honor local deities
belonging to the mythology of former days.
In the rural districts of any of the Islands, the traveler
hourly comes upon parties of dusky maidens bathing in the streams
or in the sea without any clothing on and exhibiting no very
intemperate zeal in the matter of hiding their nakedness. When
the missionaries first took up their residence in Honolulu, the
native women would pay their families frequent friendly visits,
day by day, not even clothed with a blush. It was found a hard
matter to convince them that this was rather indelicate. Finally
the missionaries provided them with long, loose calico robes, and
that ended the difficulty—for the women would troop through the
town, stark naked, with their robes folded under their arms,
march to the missionary houses and then proceed to dress!—
The natives soon manifested a strong proclivity for clothing, but it
was shortly apparent that they only wanted it for grandeur. The
missionaries imported a quantity of hats, bonnets, and other male
and female wearing apparel, instituted a general distribution,
and begged the people not to come to church naked, next Sunday,
as usual. And they did not; but the national spirit of
unselfishness led them to divide up with neighbors who were not
at the distribution, and next Sabbath the poor preachers could
hardly keep countenance before their vast congregations. In the
midst of the reading of a hymn a brown, stately dame would sweep
up the aisle with a world of airs, with nothing in the world on
but a “stovepipe” hat and a pair of cheap gloves; another dame
would follow, tricked out in a man’s shirt, and nothing else;
another one would enter with a flourish, with simply the sleeves
of a bright calico dress tied around her waist and the rest of
the garment dragging behind like a peacock’s tail off duty; a
stately “buck” Kanaka would stalk in with a woman’s bonnet on,
wrong side before—only this, and nothing more; after him would
stride his fellow, with the legs of a pair of pantaloons tied
around his neck, the rest of his person untrammeled; in his rear
would come another gentleman simply gotten up in a fiery neck-tie
and a striped vest.
The poor creatures were beaming with complacency and wholly
unconscious of any absurdity in their appearance. They gazed at
each other with happy admiration, and it was plain to see that
the young girls were taking note of what each other had on, as
naturally as if they had always lived in a land of Bibles and
knew what churches were made for; here was the evidence of a
dawning civilization. The spectacle which the congregation
presented was so extraordinary and withal so moving, that the
missionaries found it difficult to keep to the text and go on
with the services; and by and by when the simple children of the
sun began a general swapping of garments in open meeting and
produced some irresistibly grotesque effects in the course of
re-dressing, there was nothing for it but to cut the thing short
with the benediction and dismiss the fantastic assemblage.
In our country, children play “keep house;” and in the same
high-sounding but miniature way the grown folk here, with the
poor little material of slender territory and meagre population,
play “empire.” There is his royal Majesty the King, with a New
York detective’s income of thirty or thirty-five thousand dollars
a year from the “royal civil list” and the “royal domain.” He
lives in a two-story frame “palace.”
And there is the “royal family”—the customary hive of royal
brothers, sisters, cousins and other noble drones and vagrants
usual to monarchy,—all with a spoon in the national pap-dish,
and all bearing such titles as his or her Royal Highness the
Prince or Princess So-and-so. Few of them can carry their royal
splendors far enough to ride in carriages, however; they sport
the economical Kanaka horse or “hoof it” with the plebeians.
Then there is his Excellency the “royal Chamberlain”—a
sinecure, for his majesty dresses himself with his own hands,
except when he is ruralizing at Waikiki and then he requires no
dressing.
Next we have his Excellency the Commander-in-chief of the
Household Troops, whose forces consist of about the number of
soldiers usually placed under a corporal in other lands.
Next comes the royal Steward and the Grand Equerry in
Waiting—high dignitaries with modest salaries and little to
do.
Then we have his Excellency the First Gentleman of the
Bed-chamber—an office as easy as it is magnificent.
Next we come to his Excellency the Prime Minister, a renegade
American from New Hampshire, all jaw, vanity, bombast and
ignorance, a lawyer of “shyster” calibre, a fraud by nature, a
humble worshipper of the sceptre above him, a reptile never tired
of sneering at the land of his birth or glorifying the ten-acre
kingdom that has adopted him—salary, $4,000 a year, vast
consequence, and no perquisites.
Then we have his Excellency the Imperial Minister of Finance,
who handles a million dollars of public money a year, sends in
his annual “budget” with great ceremony, talks prodigiously of
“finance,” suggests imposing schemes for paying off the “national
debt” (of $150,000,) and does it all for $4,000 a year and
unimaginable glory.
Next we have his Excellency the Minister of War, who holds
sway over the royal armies—they consist of two hundred and
thirty uniformed Kanakas, mostly Brigadier Generals, and if the
country ever gets into trouble with a foreign power we shall
probably hear from them. I knew an American whose copper-plate
visiting card bore this impressive legend: “Lieutenant-Colonel in
the Royal Infantry.” To say that he was proud of this distinction
is stating it but tamely. The Minister of War has also in his
charge some venerable swivels on Punch-Bowl Hill wherewith royal
salutes are fired when foreign vessels of war enter the port.
Next comes his Excellency the Minister of the Navy—a nabob
who rules the “royal fleet,” (a steam-tug and a sixty-ton
schooner.)
And next comes his Grace the Lord Bishop of Honolulu, the
chief dignitary of the “Established Church”—for when the
American Presbyterian missionaries had completed the reduction of
the nation to a compact condition of Christianity, native royalty
stepped in and erected the grand dignity of an “Established
(Episcopal) Church” over it, and imported a cheap ready-made
Bishop from England to take charge. The chagrin of the
missionaries has never been comprehensively expressed, to this
day, profanity not being admissible.
Next comes his Excellency the Minister of Public
Instruction.
Next, their Excellencies the Governors of Oahu, Hawaii, etc.,
and after them a string of High Sheriffs and other small fry too
numerous for computation.
Then there are their Excellencies the Envoy Extraordinary and
Minister Plenipotentiary of his Imperial Majesty the Emperor of
the French; her British Majesty’s Minister; the Minister
Resident, of the United States; and some six or eight
representatives of other foreign nations, all with sounding
titles, imposing dignity and prodigious but economical state.
Imagine all this grandeur in a play-house “kingdom” whose
population falls absolutely short of sixty thousand souls!
The people are so accustomed to nine-jointed titles and
colossal magnates that a foreign prince makes very little more
stir in Honolulu than a Western Congressman does in New York.
And let it be borne in mind that there is a strictly defined
“court costume” of so “stunning” a nature that it would make the
clown in a circus look tame and commonplace by comparison; and
each Hawaiian official dignitary has a gorgeous vari-colored,
gold-laced uniform peculiar to his office—no two of them are
alike, and it is hard to tell which one is the “loudest.” The
King had a “drawing-room” at stated intervals, like other
monarchs, and when these varied uniforms congregate
there—weak-eyed people have to contemplate the spectacle through
smoked glass. Is there not a gratifying contrast between this
latter-day exhibition and the one the ancestors of some of these
magnates afforded the missionaries the Sunday after the old-time
distribution of clothing? Behold what religion and civilization
have wrought!
