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Pele, goddess of volcanoes, was on a house-hunting expedition when she hovered one day over the Hawaiian archipelago. There, according to legend, she found her fancy, settled in the fiery crater of Kilauea, near mighty Mauna...
Pele was the most awesome deity of the people of King Kamehameha. When her anger stirred, Kamehameha's subjects quaked. She scooped up blood-red lava from the great holes of Mauna Loa, Kilauea, Hualalai, and poured it steaming across the island of Hawaii. To her Hawaiians sacrificed many a pig, many a steer, precious possessions. In caverns formed by the hardened lava, the corpses of ancient kings and the loftier chieftains were interred, with weapons, canoes, feather cloaks, as richly red and yellow as volcanic fires...
...ancient rulers. Dead too are some of the craters whence Pele flung her red-hot wrath. But in Kilauea a molten lake still lies, bubbling and puckering, rising and sinking, belching fumes, occasionally spilling over, dribbling Kilauea's flanks with fire. High above Kilauea, in old Mauna Loa, Pele still broods. Five years ago she hurled a 600-ft.-wide stream of lava down towards Hilo, principal city of the island of Hawaii. The lava was only three miles from the municipal water reservoir, within twelve miles of Hilo, when a squadron of Army bombers dropped...
...night last week on the island of Hawaii, a Territorial Forester named Leslie W. Bryan had a vivid dream. In it he saw a dirty, ragged, wretched soldier at a certain lonely spot on the slopes of Mauna Loa. Before daylight Forester Bryan was on his way to that spot. He knew that for a week an alarm had been out for Private Edward Deal, missing from an Army rest camp. Sure enough, at the spot he had seen in his dream, Forester Bryan found dirty, ragged, wretched Private Deal, saved his life...
...gullible freshman is past. The salesmen who in the years gone by have waxed wealthy on the profits garnered from the wallets in Encina hip pockets are this year sitting in their darkened rooms, holding their heads in despair, or looking to the heavens for the mauna that once poured forth so willingly...