But I had never been
on a progress. I had seen them entertained at Kilohana and Mana,
but I had been too young to be invited along, and after that it had
been school and marriage. I knew what it would be like--two weeks
of paradise, and little enough for another twelve months at Nahala.
"And I asked Uncle John to lend me a horse, which meant three
horses of course--one mounted cowboy and a pack horse to accompany
me. No roads then. No automobiles. And the horse for myself! It
was Hilo. You don't remember him. You were away at school then,
and before you came home, the following year, he'd broken his back
and his rider's neck wild-cattle-roping up Mauna Kea. You heard
about it--that young American naval officer."
"Lieutenant Bowsfield," Martha nodded.
"But Hilo! I was the first woman on his back. He was a three-
year-old, almost a four-year, and just broken. So black and in
such a vigour of coat that the high lights on him clad him in
shimmering silver. He was the biggest riding animal on the ranch,
descended from the King's Sparklingdow with a range mare for dam,
and roped wild only two weeks before.
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