Aloha Oe

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Esai ”Aloha Oe”
1. Setting: Di mana, kapan, dan apa cerita kondisi tidak terjadi?

Royal Hawaiian Band memainkan "Aloha Oe," pada saat keberangkatan Kapal Laut dari dermaga di Honolulu. Transportasi besar berbaring dengan uap, siap untuk menarik keluar. Seribu orang itu di geladak; lima ribu berdiri di dermaga. Atas dan ke bawah melewati gang panjang pangeran dan putri asli, gula raja-raja dan pejabat tinggi dari Territory. Di luar, dalam antrean panjang, terus dalam rangka oleh polisi asli, adalah kereta dan motor-mobil dari Honolulu aristokrasi. Terjadi sekitar abad 19.


2. Sudut pandang (teknik menulis): Apakah kisah diceritakan dalam orang pertama (menggunakan "saya") atau orang ketiga? Narator adalah bagian dari cerita atau "luar"?
Kisah diceritakan oleh orang ketiga yaitu by Jack London, a well-known American writer who lived and wrote during the last part of the 19th and early 20th centuries.Jack London bukan bagian dari cerita.


3. Plot: Jelaskan urutan kejadian sebagai kisah terungkap.

Apakah ada yang jelas klimaks (puncak) dalam cerita?
Dalam cerita terdapat puncak/klimaks pada kalimat: ”Transportasi yang besar meniup peluit memekakkan telinga ledakan, dan bunga-crowned banyak melonjak lebih dekat ke sisi dermaga. Dorothy Sambrooke Jari-jari menekan ke telinganya, dan ketika ia membuat moue dari ketidaksukaan pada kemarahan suara, ia melihat lagi angkuh, kerinduan kobaran api di mata Steve. Dia tidak memandang dirinya, tapi di telinga, merah hati-hati dan transparan dalam miring sinar matahari sore. Penasaran dan terpesona, ia memandang pada sesuatu yang aneh di matanya, sampai ia melihat bahwa ia telah ditangkap. Dia melihat muram memerah pipinya dan mendengar dia mengucapkan inarticulately. Dia malu, dan ia sadar malu sendiri. Pelayan-pelayan yang akan mengemis tentang gugup pantai-akan orang yang akan pergi. Steve mengulurkan tangan. Ketika ia merasakan cengkeraman jari-jari tangannya yang mencengkeram seribu kali di-papan selancar dan lava lereng, ia mendengar kata-kata dari lagu dengan pemahaman baru ketika mereka menangis tersedu-sedu dalam wanita Hawaii perak tenggorokan:

"Ka Halia ko hiki mai kai aloha,
Ke mengasah ae nei i ku'u manawa,
O oe ada kan aloha
Sebuah loko e hana nei. "

Apakah ada konflik dalam cerita?
Konflik juga ada, yaitu: Honourable Cleghorn AS bisa makan malam dengan dia dan ayahnya, berdansa dengannya, dan menjadi anggota komite hiburan, tetapi karena ada sinar matahari tropik dalam pembuluh darahnya ia tak bisa menikahinya.
Apakah mereka terselesaikan?
Konflik tidak terselesaikan.

4. Characters: Daftar semua karakter dalam cerita. Membedakan antara karakter yang lebih penting dan yang kecil.
- Dorothy Sambrooke:Keras, Ramping, pucat, dengan mata biru agak lelah
- Steve:Tidak bertanggungjawab
- Stephen Knight: atlet, penunggang papan selancar
- Senator Jeremy Sambrooke's: kekar leher dan dada gemuk

The essay "Aloha Oe"
1. Setting: Where, when, and what condition the story did not happen?

Royal Hawaiian Band played "Aloha Oe," at the time of departure from the Navy ships dock in Honolulu. Large transport lay with steam, ready to pull out. A thousand people were on the deck; five thousand feet in the dock. Up and down the long corridor native princes and princesses, sugar kings and high officials of the Territory. Outside, in long lines, kept in the original order by the police, the train and motor-cars from Honolulu aristocracy. Occurs around age 19.


2. Point of view (technical writing): Is the story told in first person (using "I") or third person? The narrator is part of the story or the "outside"?
The story is told by a third person is by Jack London, a well-known American writer who lived and wrote during the last part of the 19th and early 20th centuries.Jack London is not part of the story.


3. Plot: Describe the sequence of events as the story revealed.

Is there a clear climax (peak) in the story?
In the story there are peak / climax of the sentence: "Transportation is a big blow the whistle deafening explosion, and the flower-crowned many jumped closer to the side of the pier. Dorothy Sambrooke fingers pressed to his ear, and when he made moue of distaste at the sound of anger, she saw again imperious, yearning blaze in Steve's eyes. He does not see himself, but in the ears, red caution and transparency in the afternoon sun side. Curious and fascinated, he looked at something strange in his eyes, until he saw that he had been arrested. He saw the grim flushed cheeks and heard him say inarticulately. He was embarrassed, and ashamed of himself he realized. Servants who would beg of nervous beach-going people who will go. Steve extended his hand. When he felt the grip of his fingers that gripped a thousand times on-board surfing and lava slope, he heard the words of the song with a new understanding as they sobbed in the Hawaiian woman's silver throat:

"Ka Halia ko aloha kai hiki mai,
To hone ae nei i ku'u manawa,
O there's aloha oe
A loko e hana nei. "

Is there a conflict in the story?
Conflicts also exist, namely: Honorable U.S. Cleghorn could have dinner with him and his father, dance with her, and became a member of the entertainment committee, but because there are tropical sunshine in his veins he could not marry her.
Are they resolved?
The conflict is not resolved.

4. Characters: A list of all the characters in the story. Distinguish between the more important characters and small.
- Dorothy Sambrooke: Hardware, slim, pale, with blue eyes a little tired
- Steve: No charge
- Stephen Knight: athlete, rider surfboard
- Senator Jeremy Sambrooke's: burly neck and chest fat




The essay "Aloha Oe"
1. Setting: Where, when, and what condition the story did not happen?
Royal Hawaiian Band played "Aloha Oe," at the time of departure from the Navy ships dock in Honolulu. Large transport lay with steam, ready to pull out. A thousand people were on the deck; five thousand feet in the dock. Up and down the long corridor native princes and princesses, sugar kings and high officials of the Territory. Outside, in long lines, kept in the original order by the police, the train and motor-cars from Honolulu aristocracy. Occurs around age 19.

2. Point of view (technical writing): Is the story told in first person (using "I") or third person? The narrator is part of the story or the "outside"?

The story is told by a third person is by Jack London, a well-known American writer who lived and wrote during the last part of the 19th and early 20th centuries.Jack London is not part of the story.


3. Plot: Describe the sequence of events as the story revealed.
Is there a clear climax (peak) in the story?

In the story there are peak / climax of the sentence: "Transportation is a big blow the whistle deafening explosion, and the flower-crowned many jumped closer to the side of the pier. Dorothy Sambrooke fingers pressed to his ear, and when he made moue of distaste at the sound of anger, she saw again imperious, yearning blaze in Steve's eyes. He does not see himself, but in the ears, red caution and transparency in the afternoon sun side. Curious and fascinated, he looked at something strange in his eyes, until he saw that he had been arrested. He saw the grim flushed cheeks and heard him say inarticulately. He was embarrassed, and ashamed of himself he realized. Servants who would beg of nervous beach-going people who will go. Steve extended his hand. When he felt the grip of his fingers that gripped a thousand times on-board surfing and lava slope, he heard the words of the song with a new understanding as they sobbed in the Hawaiian woman's silver throat:


"Ka Halia ko aloha kai hiki mai,
To hone ae nei i ku'u manawa,
O there's aloha oe
A loko e hana nei. "

Is there a conflict in the story?

Conflicts also exist, namely: Honorable U.S. Cleghorn could have dinner with him and his father, dance with her, and became a member of the entertainment committee, but because there are tropical sunshine in his veins he could not marry her.


Are they resolved?
The conflict is not resolved.

4. Characters: A list of all the characters in the story. Distinguish between the more important characters and small.
- Dorothy Sambrooke: Hardware, slim, pale, with blue eyes a little tired
- Steve: No charge
- Stephen Knight: athlete, rider surfboard
- Senator Jeremy Sambrooke's: burly neck and chest fat


Sincerely:
Sudarmanto,ST,MSi

Aloha Oe

Pernah ada seperti saat keberangkatan dari dermaga di Honolulu. Transportasi besar berbaring dengan uap, siap untuk menarik keluar. Seribu orang itu di geladak; lima ribu berdiri di dermaga. Atas dan ke bawah melewati gang panjang pangeran dan putri asli, gula raja-raja dan pejabat tinggi dari Territory. Di luar, dalam antrean panjang, terus dalam rangka oleh polisi asli, adalah kereta dan motor-mobil dari Honolulu aristokrasi. Di dermaga Royal Hawaiian Band memainkan "Aloha Oe," dan ketika selesai, sebuah orkestra senar musisi pribumi di kapal angkutan mengambil strain terisak-isak yang sama, perempuan pribumi suara penyanyi naik burung di atas instrumen dan keriuhan keberangkatan . Perak itu alang-alang, terdengar yang jelas, jelas catatan di diapason besar perpisahan.

Depan, di bawah dek, berderet pagar enam mendalam dengan berpakaian khaki anak muda, wajah perunggu yang bercerita tentang tiga tahun 'berkampanye di bawah matahari. Tapi perpisahan itu bukan untuk mereka. Juga bukan untuk kapten berpakaian putih di jembatan yang tinggi, jauh seperti bintang-bintang, menatap ke atas keributan di bawahnya. Begitu pula perpisahan bagi para perwira muda semakin jauh di belakang, kembali dari Filipina, maupun untuk berwajah putih, iklim-wanita dirusak oleh pihak mereka. Hanya bagian belakang papan penghubung, di dek jalan-jalan, berdiri skor Senator Amerika Serikat dengan istri dan anak-anak perempuan mereka - para senator partai yang pesta makan selama sebulan telah makan dan wined, jenuh dengan statistik dan menyeretnya ke atas bukit dan turun gunung berapi lava lembah untuk lihatlah kemuliaan dan sumber daya Hawaii. Ini adalah untuk pesta pesta makan bahwa transportasi telah menelepon di di Honolulu, dan itu kepada pihak yang pesta makan Honolulu mengatakan selamat tinggal.

Para senator itu dihiasi dan dihiasi dengan bunga. Senator Jeremy Sambrooke's kekar leher dan dada gemuk dibebani dengan selusin karangan bunga. Dari massa ini mekar dan mekar diproyeksikan kepala dan porsi yang lebih besar dari yang baru saja terbakar matahari dan wajah berkeringat. Dia pikir bunga kekejian, dan ketika ia memandang ke arah orang banyak di dermaga itu dengan mata statistik yang tidak melihat keindahan, tetapi mengintip ke tenaga kerja, pabrik-pabrik, jalan kereta api, dan perkebunan yang terletak belakang orang banyak dan yang banyak diungkapkan. Dia melihat sumber daya dan pengembangan pemikiran, dan ia terlalu sibuk dengan mimpi-mimpi tentang pencapaian materi dan kerajaan untuk melihat anaknya di sisinya, berbicara dengan seorang anak muda di musim panas yang rapi setelan jas dan topi jerami, yang matanya tampak bersemangat hanya untuk dirinya dan tidak pernah kiri wajahnya. Apakah Senator Jeremy mata untuk putrinya, ia akan melihat bahwa, di tempat gadis muda lima belas ia telah membawa ke Hawaii bulan pendek sebelum, dia sekarang mengambil pergi bersamanya seorang wanita.

Hawaii memiliki iklim masak, dan Dorothy Sambrooke telah terpapar dengan di bawah keadaan yang sangat matang. Ramping, pucat, dengan mata biru agak lelah meneliti halaman-halaman buku dan berusaha untuk kekisruhan menjadi pemahaman kehidupan - seperti dia telah bulan sebelumnya. Tapi sekarang matanya yang hangat, bukan lelah, pipinya sangat tersentuh dengan matahari, dan tubuh memberikan isyarat pertama dan janji garis pembengkakan. Selama bulan itu ia telah meninggalkan buku-buku sendirian, karena ia telah menemukan sukacita yang lebih besar untuk membaca dari kitab kehidupan. Dia telah berkuda kuda, naik gunung berapi, dan belajar surfing berenang. Tropis telah masuk ke dalam darah, dan ia bersinar dengan kehangatan dan warna dan sinar matahari. Dan selama satu bulan dia berada di perusahaan dari seorang laki-laki - Stephen Knight, atlet, penunggang papan selancar, sebuah perunggu dewa laut yang bitted pelanggar yang menerjang, melompat di atas punggung mereka, dan mereka naik ke pantai.

Dorothy Sambrooke tidak menyadari perubahan. Masih kesadarannya bahwa seorang gadis muda, dan dia terkejut dan terganggu oleh Steve perilaku dalam jam ini mengucapkan selamat tinggal. Ia memandang dirinya sebagai playfellow-nya, dan untuk bulan dia telah playfellow nya, tapi sekarang ia tidak berpisah seperti playfellow. Dia berbicara dengan penuh semangat dan hubungan arti, atau diam, tertegun-tegun. Kadang-kadang ia tidak mendengar apa yang ia katakan, atau jika dia melakukannya, gagal untuk menanggapi dalam cara wonted. Dia terganggu oleh cara ia memandang dirinya. Dia tidak tahu sebelumnya bahwa ia telah menyala-nyala seperti mata. Ada sesuatu di mata yang mengerikan. Dia tidak bisa menghadapinya, dan matanya sendiri terus tertunduk sebelumnya. Namun ada sesuatu yang memikat tentang hal ini, juga, dan dia terus kembali ke melihat sekilas yang menyala-nyala, angkuh, kerinduan sesuatu yang dia belum pernah terlihat di mata manusia sebelumnya. Dan anehnya dia sendiri bingung dan bersemangat.
Transportasi yang besar meniup peluit memekakkan telinga ledakan, dan bunga-crowned banyak melonjak lebih dekat ke sisi dermaga. Dorothy Sambrooke Jari-jari menekan ke telinganya, dan ketika ia membuat moue dari ketidaksukaan pada kemarahan suara, ia melihat lagi angkuh, kerinduan kobaran api di mata Steve. Dia tidak memandang dirinya, tapi di telinga, merah hati-hati dan transparan dalam miring sinar matahari sore. Penasaran dan terpesona, ia memandang pada sesuatu yang aneh di matanya, sampai ia melihat bahwa ia telah ditangkap. Dia melihat muram memerah pipinya dan mendengar dia mengucapkan inarticulately. Dia malu, dan ia sadar malu sendiri. Pelayan-pelayan yang akan mengemis tentang gugup pantai-akan orang yang akan pergi. Steve mengulurkan tangan. Ketika ia merasakan cengkeraman jari-jari tangannya yang mencengkeram seribu kali di-papan selancar dan lava lereng, ia mendengar kata-kata dari lagu dengan pemahaman baru ketika mereka menangis tersedu-sedu dalam wanita Hawaii perak tenggorokan:

"Ka Halia ko hiki mai kai aloha,
Ke mengasah ae nei i ku'u manawa,
O oe ada kan aloha
Sebuah loko e hana nei. "

Steve telah mengajarinya udara dan kata-kata dan makna - jadi ia berpikir, sampai detik ini juga, dan dalam sekejap jari yang terakhir kait dan kontak hangat telapak tangan ia meramalkan untuk pertama kalinya arti sebenarnya dari lagu tersebut. Dia hampir tidak melihat dia pergi, juga tidak bisa dia perhatikan dia di gang yang ramai, karena ia jauh di dalam labirin memori, tinggal selama empat minggu hanya masa lalu, membaca ulang peristiwa-peristiwa dalam terang wahyu. Ketika senator partai telah mendarat, Steve telah menjadi salah satu komite hiburan. Dialah yang telah memberi mereka pameran pertama mereka surfing berkuda, keluar di Waikiki Beach, mengayuh papan yang sempit menuju ke laut sampai ia menjadi titik menghilang, dan kemudian, tiba-tiba muncul kembali, naik seperti dewa laut dari keluar dari campuran dari busa dan putih bergolak - dengan cepat naik lebih tinggi dan lebih tinggi, bahu dan dada dan pinggang dan kaki, sampai ia berdiri diam di puncak merokok yang kuat, ombak besar sepanjang satu mil, kakinya dikuburkan di busa terbang, melemparkan pantai-bangsal dengan kecepatan kereta ekspres dan melangkah dengan tenang terkejut mereka mendarat di kaki. Yang telah dia pertama kali melihat Steve. Dia telah menjadi orang termuda di komite, seorang pemuda, dirinya sendiri, dari dua puluh. Dia tidak dihibur oleh pidato, atau telah ia bersinar dekoratif di resepsi. Saat itu di Waikiki pelanggar, di alam liar Manna ternak drive pada Kea, dan dalam pemecahan halaman dari Peternakan Haleakala bahwa ia telah melakukan bagiannya dari menghibur.

Dia tidak peduli untuk statistik dan kekal tak berkesudahan pidato dari anggota-anggota lain komite. Baik itu Steve. Dan itu dengan Steve bahwa dia telah mencuri dari pesta di udara terbuka di Hamakua, dan dari Abe Louisson, penanam kopi, yang berbicara kopi, kopi, hanya kopi, selama dua jam fana. Saat itulah, ketika mereka melaju di antara pohon pakis, bahwa Steve telah mengajarinya kata-kata "Aloha Oe," lagu yang telah dinyanyikan dengan mengunjungi senator di setiap desa, peternakan, dan perkebunan keberangkatan. Steve dan dia telah banyak bersama-sama dari yang pertama. Dia telah playfellow nya. Dia telah menguasai dirinya sementara ayahnya telah diduduki dalam mengambil kepemilikan statistik wilayah pulau. Ia terlalu lembut untuk bersimaharajalela playfellow menutupi, namun dia telah memerintah dia hina-dina, kecuali ketika di perahu, atau kuda atau surfing-board, di mana kali ia mengambil alih dan ia membuat ketaatan. Dan sekarang, dengan nyanyian terakhir ini lagu, sebagai garis membuang dan transportasi besar mulai mundur perlahan-lahan keluar dari dermaga, ia tahu bahwa Steve adalah sesuatu yang lebih untuk dirinya dari playfellow.
Lima ribu suara-suara itu bernyanyi "Aloha Oe ,"--" BE MY LOVE TILL KAMI DENGAN ANDA MEMENUHI LAGI," - dan pada saat pertama dikenal cinta ia menyadari bahwa ia dan Steve sedang berantakan. Kapan mereka pernah bertemu lagi? Dia telah mengajarinya kata-kata itu sendiri. Dia ingat mendengarkan dia bernyanyi mereka berulang-ulang di bawah pohon hau Waikiki. Apakah itu ramalan? Dan dia mengagumi bernyanyi, telah mengatakan kepadanya bahwa ia bernyanyi dengan ekspresi. Ia tertawa keras, histeris, di ingat. Dengan ekspresi! - Ketika dia telah mencurahkan hatinya dalam suaranya. Dia tahu sekarang, dan itu sudah terlambat. Mengapa dia tidak berbicara? Lalu dia menyadari bahwa gadis-gadis seusianya tidak menikah. Tapi gadis usianya tidak menikah - di Hawaii - adalah dia pikir instan. Hawaii telah matang-nya - Hawaii, di mana daging adalah emas dan di mana semua perempuan matang dan matahari-berciuman.

Sia-sia ia mengamati banyak yang penuh sesak di dermaga. Apa yang terjadi padanya? Dia merasa dia bisa membayar harga apapun untuk sekali lagi melihat dia, dan ia hampir berharap bahwa beberapa penyakit mematikan akan menyerang kapten yang kesepian di atas jembatan dan menunda keberangkatan. Untuk pertama kalinya dalam hidupnya ia memandang ayahnya dengan mata menghitung, dan saat dia baru lahir dia mencatat dengan garis-garis takut akan dan tekad. Itu akan mengerikan untuk melawan dia. Dan apa yang akan dia punya kesempatan dalam suatu perjuangan? Tapi mengapa Steve tidak berbicara? Sekarang sudah terlambat. Mengapa ia tidak berbicara di bawah pohon hau Waikiki? Dan kemudian, dengan tenggelamnya besar hati, itu datang kepadanya bahwa ia tahu kenapa. Apa itu ia telah mendengar suatu hari? Oh, ya, itu di Mrs Stanton's teh, sore itu ketika para wanita "Kerumunan Misionaris" telah menjamu para wanita senator partai. Itu Mrs Hodgkins, wanita berambut pirang yang tinggi, yang mengajukan pertanyaan. Adegan kembali kepadanya dengan jelas - Lanai luas, bunga-bunga tropis, yang tak bersuara Asiatic pembantu, dengungan suara-suara dari banyak perempuan dan pertanyaan Mrs Hodgkins telah meminta dalam kelompok sebelahnya. Mrs Hodgkins telah pergi di daratan selama bertahun-tahun, dan jelas ingin tahu setelah pulau lama teman gadisnya hari. "Apa yang terjadi pada Susie Maydwell?" adalah pertanyaan yang ia minta. "Oh, kami tidak pernah melihat dia lagi; ia menikah Willie Kupele," jawab wanita pulau lain. Dan Senator istri Behrend tertawa dan ingin tahu mengapa perkawinan telah mempengaruhi Maydwell Susie's persahabatan.
"Hapa-haole," adalah jawabannya; "dia adalah seorang setengah-kasta, Anda tahu, dan kami dari Kepulauan harus memikirkan anak-anak kita." Dorothy menoleh kepada ayahnya, memutuskan untuk memasukkannya ke tes. "Papa, jika Steve pernah datang ke Amerika Serikat, mayn't ia datang dan melihat kita beberapa waktu?" "Siapa? Steve?" "Ya, Stephen Knight - Anda kenal dia. Anda mengucapkan selamat tinggal kepadanya tidak lima menit yang lalu. Mayn't dia, jika ia kebetulan berada di Amerika Serikat beberapa waktu, datang dan melihat kita?" "Tentu saja tidak," jawab Sambrooke Jeremy singkat. "Stephen Knight adalah hapa-haole dan kau tahu apa artinya itu." "Oh," kata Dorothy samar-samar, sementara dia merasa mati rasa keputusasaan menyusup ke hatinya. Steve bukan hapa-haole - ia tahu bahwa, tetapi dia tidak tahu bahwa seperempat-strain sinar matahari tropik dalam pembuluh darahnya, dan ia tahu bahwa itu cukup untuk menempatkan dia di luar perkawinan pucat. Itu adalah dunia yang aneh. Ada Honourable Cleghorn AS, yang telah menikah dengan seorang putri senja darah dari Kamehameha, namun orang-orang menganggapnya sebagai suatu kehormatan untuk mengenal-Nya, dan yang paling eksklusif perempuan ultra-eksklusif "Misionaris Crowd" itu harus dilihat di sore teh . Dan ada Steve. Tidak ada seorang pun yang tidak setuju dengan pengajaran-Nya dia naik papan selancar, ataupun dari membimbingnya oleh tangan melalui tempat-tempat berbahaya di kawah Kilauea. Honourable Cleghorn AS bisa makan malam dengan dia dan ayahnya, berdansa dengannya, dan menjadi anggota komite hiburan, tetapi karena ada sinar matahari tropik dalam pembuluh darahnya ia tak bisa menikahinya.
Dan ia tidak menunjukkannya. Salah satu harus diberitahu untuk tahu. Dan dia begitu tampan. Gambar limned dirinya sendiri di dalam visi, dan sebelum dia sadar dia kenikmatan dalam memori anugerah tubuh yang megah, dari bahu indah, kekuatan dalam dirinya yang ringan melemparkan di atas kuda, melahirkan dia dengan aman melalui gemuruh pelanggar, atau ditarik-nya di akhir sebuah alpenstock hingga buritan lava puncak Rumah Matahari. Ada sesuatu yang lebih halus dan misterius yang ia ingat, dan bahwa ia bahkan kemudian baru mulai memahami - aura dari makhluk laki-laki itu adalah manusia, semua manusia, laki-laki maskulin. Dia datang sendiri dengan terkejut malu di pikiran dia telah berpikir. Pipinya dicelup dengan darah panas yang cepat surut dan meninggalkan mereka pucat saat berpikir bahwa ia akan pernah melihatnya lagi. Batang transportasi sudah keluar di sungai, dan dek jalan-jalan melewati mengikuti ujung dermaga. "Ada Steve sekarang," kata ayahnya. "Wave selamat tinggal kepadanya, Dorothy." Steve sedang melihat ke arahnya dengan mata bersemangat, dan ia melihat di wajahnya apa yang tidak ia lihat sebelumnya. Dengan deru kegembiraan ke wajahnya sendiri ia tahu bahwa ia tahu. Udara berdenyut-denyut dengan lagu --
Kasih saya kepada Anda. Cintaku bersamamu sampai kita bertemu lagi. Tidak ada kebutuhan untuk pidato untuk menceritakan kisah mereka. Tentang dia, penumpang yang melemparkan karangan bunga untuk mereka teman-teman mereka di dermaga. Steve mengangkat tangan dan matanya memohon. Dia menyelipkan karangan sendiri di atas kepala, tetapi hal itu telah menjadi terjerat dalam string Oriental mutiara yang Mervin, gula tua raja, telah diletakkan di lehernya ketika ia mengantar dia dan ayahnya ke kapal.
Dia berjuang dengan mutiara yang menempel pada bunga. Transportasi bergerak terus di. Steve sudah di bawahnya. Ini adalah saat ini. Saat berikutnya dan ia akan masa lalu. Dia terisak, dan Jeremy Sambrooke melirik bertanya. "Dorothy!" ia menangis tajam. Ia sengaja bentak tali, dan, di tengah hujan mutiara, bunga jatuh ke kekasih menunggu. Dia memandang ke arahnya sampai air mata membutakan matanya dan ia membenamkan wajahnya di bahu Jeremy Sambrooke, yang lupa kekasihnya statistik dalam keheranan pada bayi perempuan yang bersikeras tumbuh dewasa. Para penonton menyanyi, lagu yang semakin samar di kejauhan, tetapi masih meleleh dengan kelembutan cinta sensual Hawaii, kata-kata menggigit hatinya seperti asam karena ketidakbenaran mereka.
Aloha oe, Aloha oe, e ke ho ika tidak onaona sedot,
Sebuah suka merangkul, Ahoi ae au, sampai kita bertemu lagi.
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Aloha Oe
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Never are there such departures as from the dock at Honolulu. The great transport lay with steam up, ready to pull out. A thousand persons were on her decks; five thousand stood on the wharf. Up and down the long gangway passed native princes and princesses, sugar kings and the high officials of the Territory. Beyond, in long lines, kept in order by the native police, were the carriages and motor-cars of the Honolulu aristocracy. On the wharf the Royal Hawaiian Band played "Aloha Oe," and when it finished, a stringed orchestra of native musicians on board the transport took up the same sobbing strains, the native woman singer's voice rising birdlike above the instruments and the hubbub of departure. It was a silver reed, sounding its clear, unmistakable note in the great diapason of farewell.
Forward, on the lower deck, the rail was lined six deep with khaki- clad young boys, whose bronzed faces told of three years' campaigning under the sun. But the farewell was not for them. Nor was it for the white-clad captain on the lofty bridge, remote as the stars, gazing down upon the tumult beneath him. Nor was the farewell for the young officers farther aft, returning from the Philippines, nor for the white-faced, climate-ravaged women by their sides. Just aft the gangway, on the promenade deck, stood a score of United States Senators with their wives and daughters--the Senatorial junketing party that for a month had been dined and wined, surfeited with statistics and dragged up volcanic hill and down lava dale to behold the glories and resources of Hawaii. It was for the junketing party that the transport had called in at Honolulu, and it was to the junketing party that Honolulu was saying good-bye.
The Senators were garlanded and bedecked with flowers. Senator Jeremy Sambrooke's stout neck and portly bosom were burdened with a dozen wreaths. Out of this mass of bloom and blossom projected his head and the greater portion of his freshly sunburned and perspiring face. He thought the flowers an abomination, and as he looked out over the multitude on the wharf it was with a statistical eye that saw none of the beauty, but that peered into the labour power, the factories, the railroads, and the plantations that lay back of the multitude and which the multitude expressed. He saw resources and thought development, and he was too busy with dreams of material achievement and empire to notice his daughter at his side, talking with a young fellow in a natty summer suit and straw hat, whose eager eyes seemed only for her and never left her face. Had Senator Jeremy had eyes for his daughter, he would have seen that, in place of the young girl of fifteen he had brought to Hawaii a short month before, he was now taking away with him a woman.
Hawaii has a ripening climate, and Dorothy Sambrooke had been exposed to it under exceptionally ripening circumstances. Slender, pale, with blue eyes a trifle tired from poring over the pages of books and trying to muddle into an understanding of life--such she had been the month before. But now the eyes were warm instead of tired, the cheeks were touched with the sun, and the body gave the first hint and promise of swelling lines. During that month she had left books alone, for she had found greater joy in reading from the book of life. She had ridden horses, climbed volcanoes, and learned surf swimming. The tropics had entered into her blood, and she was aglow with the warmth and colour and sunshine. And for a month she had been in the company of a man--Stephen Knight, athlete, surf- board rider, a bronzed god of the sea who bitted the crashing breakers, leaped upon their backs, and rode them in to shore.
Dorothy Sambrooke was unaware of the change. Her consciousness was still that of a young girl, and she was surprised and troubled by Steve's conduct in this hour of saying good-bye. She had looked upon him as her playfellow, and for the month he had been her playfellow; but now he was not parting like a playfellow. He talked excitedly and disconnectedly, or was silent, by fits and starts. Sometimes he did not hear what she was saying, or if he did, failed to respond in his wonted manner. She was perturbed by the way he looked at her. She had not known before that he had such blazing eyes. There was something in his eyes that was terrifying. She could not face it, and her own eyes continually drooped before it. Yet there was something alluring about it, as well, and she continually returned to catch a glimpse of that blazing, imperious, yearning something that she had never seen in human eyes before. And she was herself strangely bewildered and excited.
The transport's huge whistle blew a deafening blast, and the flower- crowned multitude surged closer to the side of the dock. Dorothy Sambrooke's fingers were pressed to her ears; and as she made a moue of distaste at the outrage of sound, she noticed again the imperious, yearning blaze in Steve's eyes. He was not looking at her, but at her ears, delicately pink and transparent in the slanting rays of the afternoon sun. Curious and fascinated, she gazed at that strange something in his eyes until he saw that he had been caught. She saw his cheeks flush darkly and heard him utter inarticulately. He was embarrassed, and she was aware of embarrassment herself. Stewards were going about nervously begging shore-going persons to be gone. Steve put out his hand. When she felt the grip of the fingers that had gripped hers a thousand times on surf-boards and lava slopes, she heard the words of the song with a new understanding as they sobbed in the Hawaiian woman's silver throat:
"Ka halia ko aloha kai hiki mai,
Ke hone ae nei i ku'u manawa,
O oe no kan aloha
A loko e hana nei."
Steve had taught her air and words and meaning--so she had thought, till this instant; and in this instant of the last finger clasp and warm contact of palms she divined for the first time the real meaning of the song. She scarcely saw him go, nor could she note him on the crowded gangway, for she was deep in a memory maze, living over the four weeks just past, rereading events in the light of revelation.
When the Senatorial party had landed, Steve had been one of the committee of entertainment. It was he who had given them their first exhibition of surf riding, out at Waikiki Beach, paddling his narrow board seaward until he became a disappearing speck, and then, suddenly reappearing, rising like a sea-god from out of the welter of spume and churning white--rising swiftly higher and higher, shoulders and chest and loins and limbs, until he stood poised on the smoking crest of a mighty, mile-long billow, his feet buried in the flying foam, hurling beach-ward with the speed of an express train and stepping calmly ashore at their astounded feet. That had been her first glimpse of Steve. He had been the youngest man on the committee, a youth, himself, of twenty. He had not entertained by speechmaking, nor had he shone decoratively at receptions. It was in the breakers at Waikiki, in the wild cattle drive on Manna Kea, and in the breaking yard of the Haleakala Ranch that he had performed his share of the entertaining.
She had not cared for the interminable statistics and eternal speechmaking of the other members of the committee. Neither had Steve. And it was with Steve that she had stolen away from the open-air feast at Hamakua, and from Abe Louisson, the coffee planter, who had talked coffee, coffee, nothing but coffee, for two mortal hours. It was then, as they rode among the tree ferns, that Steve had taught her the words of "Aloha Oe," the song that had been sung to the visiting Senators at every village, ranch, and plantation departure.
Steve and she had been much together from the first. He had been her playfellow. She had taken possession of him while her father had been occupied in taking possession of the statistics of the island territory. She was too gentle to tyrannize over her playfellow, yet she had ruled him abjectly, except when in canoe, or on horse or surf-board, at which times he had taken charge and she had rendered obedience. And now, with this last singing of the song, as the lines were cast off and the big transport began backing slowly out from the dock, she knew that Steve was something more to her than playfellow.
Five thousand voices were singing "Aloha Oe,"--"MY LOVE BE WITH YOU TILL WE MEET AGAIN,"--and in that first moment of known love she realized that she and Steve were being torn apart. When would they ever meet again? He had taught her those words himself. She remembered listening as he sang them over and over under the hau tree at Waikiki. Had it been prophecy? And she had admired his singing, had told him that he sang with such expression. She laughed aloud, hysterically, at the recollection. With such expression!--when he had been pouring his heart out in his voice. She knew now, and it was too late. Why had he not spoken? Then she realized that girls of her age did not marry. But girls of her age did marry--in Hawaii--was her instant thought. Hawaii had ripened her--Hawaii, where flesh is golden and where all women are ripe and sun-kissed.
Vainly she scanned the packed multitude on the dock. What had become of him? She felt she could pay any price for one more glimpse of him, and she almost hoped that some mortal sickness would strike the lonely captain on the bridge and delay departure. For the first time in her life she looked at her father with a calculating eye, and as she did she noted with newborn fear the lines of will and determination. It would be terrible to oppose him. And what chance would she have in such a struggle? But why had Steve not spoken? Now it was too late. Why had he not spoken under the hau tree at Waikiki?
And then, with a great sinking of the heart, it came to her that she knew why. What was it she had heard one day? Oh, yes, it was at Mrs. Stanton's tea, that afternoon when the ladies of the "Missionary Crowd" had entertained the ladies of the Senatorial party. It was Mrs. Hodgkins, the tall blonde woman, who had asked the question. The scene came back to her vividly--the broad lanai, the tropic flowers, the noiseless Asiatic attendants, the hum of the voices of the many women and the question Mrs. Hodgkins had asked in the group next to her. Mrs. Hodgkins had been away on the mainland for years, and was evidently inquiring after old island friends of her maiden days. "What has become of Susie Maydwell?" was the question she had asked. "Oh, we never see her any more; she married Willie Kupele," another island woman answered. And Senator Behrend's wife laughed and wanted to know why matrimony had affected Susie Maydwell's friendships.
"Hapa-haole," was the answer; "he was a half-caste, you know, and we of the Islands have to think about our children."
Dorothy turned to her father, resolved to put it to the test.
"Papa, if Steve ever comes to the United States, mayn't he come and see us some time?"
"Who? Steve?"
"Yes, Stephen Knight--you know him. You said good-bye to him not five minutes ago. Mayn't he, if he happens to be in the United States some time, come and see us?"
"Certainly not," Jeremy Sambrooke answered shortly. "Stephen Knight is a hapa-haole and you know what that means."
"Oh," Dorothy said faintly, while she felt a numb despair creep into her heart.
Steve was not a hapa-haole--she knew that; but she did not know that a quarter-strain of tropic sunshine streamed in his veins, and she knew that that was sufficient to put him outside the marriage pale. It was a strange world. There was the Honourable A. S. Cleghorn, who had married a dusky princess of the Kamehameha blood, yet men considered it an honour to know him, and the most exclusive women of the ultra-exclusive "Missionary Crowd" were to be seen at his afternoon teas. And there was Steve. No one had disapproved of his teaching her to ride a surf-board, nor of his leading her by the hand through the perilous places of the crater of Kilauea. He could have dinner with her and her father, dance with her, and be a member of the entertainment committee; but because there was tropic sunshine in his veins he could not marry her.
And he didn't show it. One had to be told to know. And he was so good-looking. The picture of him limned itself on her inner vision, and before she was aware she was pleasuring in the memory of the grace of his magnificent body, of his splendid shoulders, of the power in him that tossed her lightly on a horse, bore her safely through the thundering breakers, or towed her at the end of an alpenstock up the stern lava crest of the House of the Sun. There was something subtler and mysterious that she remembered, and that she was even then just beginning to understand--the aura of the male creature that is man, all man, masculine man. She came to herself with a shock of shame at the thoughts she had been thinking. Her cheeks were dyed with the hot blood which quickly receded and left them pale at the thought that she would never see him again. The stem of the transport was already out in the stream, and the promenade deck was passing abreast of the end of the dock.
"There's Steve now," her father said. "Wave good-bye to him, Dorothy."
Steve was looking up at her with eager eyes, and he saw in her face what he had not seen before. By the rush of gladness into his own face she knew that he knew. The air was throbbing with the song -
My love to you.
My love be with you till we meet again.
There was no need for speech to tell their story. About her, passengers were flinging their garlands to their friends on the dock. Steve held up his hands and his eyes pleaded. She slipped her own garland over her head, but it had become entangled in the string of Oriental pearls that Mervin, an elderly sugar king, had placed around her neck when he drove her and her father down to the steamer.
She fought with the pearls that clung to the flowers. The transport was moving steadily on. Steve was already beneath her. This was the moment. The next moment and he would be past. She sobbed, and Jeremy Sambrooke glanced at her inquiringly.
"Dorothy!" he cried sharply.
She deliberately snapped the string, and, amid a shower of pearls, the flowers fell to the waiting lover. She gazed at him until the tears blinded her and she buried her face on the shoulder of Jeremy Sambrooke, who forgot his beloved statistics in wonderment at girl babies that insisted on growing up. The crowd sang on, the song growing fainter in the distance, but still melting with the sensuous love-languor of Hawaii, the words biting into her heart like acid because of their untruth.
Aloha oe, Aloha oe, e ke onaona no ho ika lipo,
A fond embrace, ahoi ae au, until we meet again.
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