"I wonder what you would do if you saw your friend, your brother, on the slippery lip of a precipice, slipping, slipping, and you were able to do nothing.That was just it.I could do nothing.I saw it coming, and I could do nothing.My God, man, what could I do? There it was, malignant and incontestable, the mark of the thing on his brow.No one else saw it.It was because I loved him so, I do believe, that I alone saw it.I could not credit the testimony of my senses.It was too incredibly horrible.Yet there it was, on his brow, on his ears.I had seen it, the slight puff of the earlobes--oh, so imperceptibly slight.I watched it for months.Then, next, hoping against hope, the darkening of the skin above both eyebrows--oh, so faint, just like the dimmest touch of sunburn.I should have thought it sunburn but that there was a shine to it, such an invisible shine, like a little highlight seen for a moment and gone the next.I tried to believe it was sunburn, only I could not.I knew better.No one noticed it but me.No one ever noticed it except Stephen Kaluna, and I did not know that till afterward.But I saw it coming, the whole damnable, unnamable awfulness of it; but I refused to think about the future.I was afraid.I could not.And of nights I cried over it.
"He was my friend.We fished sharks on Niihau together.We hunted wild cattle on Mauna Kea and Mauna Loa.We broke horses and branded steers on the Carter Ranch.We hunted goats through Haleakala.He taught me diving and surfing until I was nearly as clever as he, and he was cleverer than the average Kanaka.I have seen him dive in fifteen fathoms, and he could stay down two minutes.He was an amphibian and a mountaineer.He could climb wherever a goat dared climb.He was afraid of nothing.He was on the wrecked Luga, and he swam thirty miles in thirty-six hours in a heavy sea.He could fight his way out through breaking combers that would batter you andme to a jelly.He was a great, glorious man-god.We went through the Revolution together.We were both romantic loyalists.He was shot twice and sentenced to death.But he was too great a man for the republicans to kill.He laughed at them.Later, they gave him honour and made him Sheriff of Kona.He was a simple man, a boy that never grew up.His was no intricate brain pattern.He had no twists nor quirks in his mental processes.He went straight to the point, and his points were always simple.
"And he was sanguine. Never have I known so confident a man, nor a man so satisfied and happy.He did not ask anything from life.There was nothing left to be desired.For him life had no arrears.He had been paid in full, cash down, and in advance.What more could he possibly desire than that magnificent body, that iron constitution, that immunity from all ordinary ills, and that lowly wholesomeness of soul? Physically he was perfect.He had neverbeen sick in his life.He did not know what a headache was.When I was so afflicted he used to look at me in wonder, and make me laugh with his clumsy attempts at sympathy.He did not understand such a thing as a headache.He could not understand.Sanguine? No wonder.How could he be otherwise with that tremendous vitality andincredible health?
"Just to show you what faith he had in his glorious star, and, also, what sanction he had for that faith.He was a youngster at the time--I had just met him--when he went into a poker game at Wailuku.There was a big German in it, Schultz his name was, and he played a brutal, domineering game.He had had a run of luck as well, and he was quite insufferable, when Lyte Gregory dropped in and took a hand.The very first hand it was Schultz's blind.Lyte came in, as well as the others, and Schultz raised them out--all except Lyte.He did not like the German's tone, and he raised him back.Schultz raised in turn, and in turn Lyte raised Schultz.So they went, back and forth.The stakes were big.And do you know what Lyte held? A pair of kings and three little clubs.It wasn't poker. Lyte wasn'tplaying poker. He was playing his optimism.He didn't know what Schultz held, but he raised and raised until he made Schultz squeal,and Schultz held threeaces all the time.Think of it!A man witha pair of kings compelling three aces to see before the draw!
