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** Nu Hou Kuloko / Local News
The Cap of Haleakalā.—On the night of February 8th, the heavens were agitated, and the sky turned an ashen gray with low-hanging clouds of heavy rain. The voice of thunder was heard rumbling at the edges of heaven, and great amounts of raindrops and hailstones tumbled down. And when the first glow of dawn opened on the morning of the 9th, suddenly, the cap of this mountain that strides through the storm was settled upon it, shimmering upon its uppermost ridged peaks. How do you suppose the old ones of Hawaiʻi Island are doing?