Under Hawaiian skies, a narrative of the romance, adventure and history of the Hawaiian Islands, a complete historical account, by Albert Pierce Taylor.

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those of that period. His letters are those of a literateur, the
style of the literary geniuses of half a century ago, whose dictum
was smooth, eloquent, their thoughts lofty. He is happy in correspondence with old friends and comrades of the Civil War.
H-e is contented in correspondence with men of today, and he
di;scsses questions of the hour with a power of expression and
a keen knowledge of events that astonishes those who know lhe
is immured and apart from their world.
Brother Dutton wrote, a few years ago, that he was then five
hundred letters behind in his correspondence. The author suggested that his friends in Honolulu would be happy to supply
him with a typewriting machine to enable him to catch up. It
was a suggestion to be regretted, for it was a futile endeavor
to bring this Knight of the Round Table, this chivalrous scourge
to disease, into a modern world, and give him today's implements. He said he never had used one-hoped never to be
known to have touched one. An automobile was almost an
abhorrence to him and he hoped never to see one.
Diplomatic and even insidious efforts have been employed for
nearly forty years to discover the secret that lay behind this
determination to immure himself on Molokai. Often the author
has led up to the topic, always with a degree of trepidation, only
to be met by a master, rapier-like thrust with the Queen's Englisl, which shattered his own blade and rendered him peculiarly
defenseless and ashamed before the stern determination written
across the martyr's countenance. The secret was as securely
locked as that of the Sphinx.
And now, like a bolt from the bluest of soft Hawaiian skies,
Brother I)utton, replying to a letter from the author, inquiring
after his health and concerning some incidents in his life, sends
his latest photograIph, taken on his seventy-eighth birthday, April,
1921, on the back of which, in his own delightful chirography,
is an epic, for it is the martyr's story of his penance, the secret
so long withheld. Here is what he wrote: