Early this morning, I left Lahaina in a canoe with a teacher from Lanai to accompany him home to try and raise up a branch of the church on that island. About 7 o’clock, we left the harbour of Lahaina; had a very pleasant passage across the channel which is about 9 miles wide, when about midway the prospect was very fine. We could see the islands Molokai; Maui; Kawealaue, a desolate island; Molokini, the same; and Hawaii, the mother of them all (so says their traditions), lay away off to the south with the mountains “Mauna Kea” and “Mauna Loa” stretching their lofty heads far above the clouds, making quite a grand sight.
We arrived about 3 o’clock at Manele, a small village on the beach at the back of on open arm of sea, which forms an indifferent harbor for small craft only when the wind is from the south. The people were glad to see me. Found two sisters here and they were exceeding kind to me. I felt a good deal fatigued, had to sit about in one position all the way over and it made my bones ache very much. One of the sisters, Pooinene, she lumilumied [lomi lomi - a massage technique] me from head to foot and it helped me much. Her husband is a Catholic. I went out just at dark to a bye place for sacred prayer. I prayed the Lord to take the curse of from that island, and I dedicated it to the Lord and for the benefit of His Saints on these islands. I also prayed that no priest of Baal might be permitted to land there from that time forth to distract the people, but that they might all turn to the Lord. There are about 700 inhabitants on the island.
