Hawaiians in the Pacific Northwest, 1865.

Travels From Washington Territory to Oregon.

O Kuokoa Newspaper; Aloha to you: We left Port Madison on the 11th of April. We went by sea aboard a single-masted ship. It took us over the deep seas for 45 miles until Steilacoom. There we stayed for a short period of two days, and in the morning of the 17th, we left that place. We walked the surface of the earth for 25 miles. And we reached Town (Olympia). We were welcomed by the haole of the hotels, and on the morning of the 18th, we left Town; we went aboard carriage [kaa-keiki ?] for 90 miles. Then we reached the Town (of Monticello). Midday of the 19th, the steamship awaited the arrival of the letter bag, and right after the letters were loaded, we boarded. The ship left the harbor and went for 57 miles on the Columbia River and we reached the Town (of Portland). We were entertained in the hotels and that is where we rested. In the morning of the 20th, some of our party went to tour the town, and we stayed that day; on the 21st, we boarded another steamship, and went for 12 miles until arriving here (Oregon City).  We met with the Hawaiian kamaaina of Komolewa [Vancouver], and were welcomed into their pleasant homes [interesting that the quote “Home” in the original]; and we learned of the death of a Hawaiian, W. Kauloa of Maui, and this is his story:

“In the evening of the 14th of December, 1864. While some of the sun was covered over by the dark billows of the sea. C. Kaanaana went along with W. Kauloa to the place of the Indian [Ilikini] to fetch their wives, and they stood outside of the door of the house. With no idea that the Indians within were inebriated. W. Kauloa entered the house, and the other stood outside; the Indian saw him enter, at which point he grabbed him and started to fight, and the Indian was close to being in trouble. The second Indian jumped in and grabbed him.

The one Indian that was doing the  fighting pulled out a knife and stabbed W. Kauloa, at which point he called out in a loud voice, “Hey, Kaanaana! Hey Kaanaana!! I am dying. A third Indian heard him call out, and went after Kaanaana and stabbed him with a knife. He ran quickly and jumped off a cliff. (It was 37 feet high from where he jumped from,) and he fell to the ground. He believed that he was saved, although his knee was scraped, along with his elbow.

He returned to their house and told Kahuelipi and Moku of what was described above. And because they could not go that night, they slept until morning of the 15th, and went to the place of the killing and asked the Indian, “Where is W. Kauloa,” at which the Indian replied, “We don’t know him.” They looked for the Indian who did the killing, and he wasn’t in the house. They thought he escaped. They searched all over, and could not find him; 5 days later, they heard from the Indians. We found that man dead, left in a beef barrel, carried by the water. It was 17 miles away from here and thought to be W. Kauloa.

And during time when we arrived, that Indian was confined in shackles. He was just tried and was let go; he is living freely until now. (Before we heard this story.)

There after, there arrived a letter from one of our friends of this foreign lands, living in Jacksonville; here is some of what the letter said: “You all wait their until the arrival of M. Kaauwaeaina them, and then make for Boise Miners, where they are digging for gold. Five dollars per eight days or ten, and so forth.” Therefore, we are awaiting their arrival here and will see what happens later.

Here are the names of those who came with me: D. Keomo, C. Mahoe, J. Kaluapana, J. Kanakaole, L. Lewa, M. J.,

G. B. Kahinano.

Oregon City, May 9, 1865.

(Kuokoa, 6/15/1865, p. 4)

No ka huakai-hele mai Wasinetona Teritoria a Oregona.

Ka Nupepa Kuokoa, Buke IV, Helu 24, Aoao 4. Iune 15, 1865.

Woah. This is some story! Hawaiian living abroad comes home to visit… after 38 years. 1915.



After leaving Honolulu thirty-eight years ago, that Hawaiian, John Bell Wilson is his name, returned to see once again his family and homeland while he was still in good health, on the steamship Matsonia this past Wednesday, filled with shock at how the places he was familiar with in his childhood had changed.

John Bell Wilson left Honolulu nei when he was a youngster of twenty-three years in age on a sailboat, because there were few steamships in his day, but it was upon a beautiful steamship that he returned to see the land of his birth and his friends, as he was shocked at the change of Honolulu from an almost nothing town which he left to a beautiful town which one admires.

His eyes met up with new sights of Honolulu and ethnicities which were unfamiliar to him; and as he travelled here and there, there were no friends who he knew in his youth, except for but a few who were still living which he met up with, those friends who he went around with in those days gone by.

Heard of the Death of His Mother

When John Bell Wilson returned to see his homeland, he had one big thing on his mind, that was meeting affectionately with his mother, who he thought was still living, but she was not, and this left him heartbroken.

Mr. Wilson was depressed at the death of his mother, being that from the time he left this land until his return, he did not write his mother; and when he asked his friends when he landed ashore about his mother, this was when he was told she had passed long ago to the other side, three years ago.

He went immediately to find the grave where his mother was laid to rest, and he planned to build a memorial to her, as a show of remembrance from a thoughtless child for his beloved mother.

Not Recognizing Honolulu

According to the words of Mr. Wilson after he saw the scenery unfamiliar to him, he could not recall the old Honolulu, because the town had changed so much from when he left, however he did have recollections of the major streets of town.

When he travelled about looking here and there, those scenes were not familiar to him, except for just a few people who went around with him and played with him in the days of his childhood. The small children he left behind were now very elderly and some of them had white hair.

Some of the familiar people who he saw on the first day he

(See page four.)

(Kuokoa, 2/5/1915, p. 1)


Ka Nupepa Kuokoa, Buke LIII, Helu 6, Aoao 1. Feberuari 5, 1915.


(From page one.)

stepped once again on the soil of Hawaii, were J. K. Kamanoulu and East Kahulualii who work at the newspaper printing office.

In the days of his childhood, he went often to the old Kaumakapili Church, and he was enrolled at Lahainaluna School, and according to him, C. P. Iaukea is one of his friends who is still living.

Became Wealthy in a Foreign Land

When he left the land of his birth, he got off at Sutter County, California, and there he sought very hard until he became well off.

He married his wife, and they currently have five grown children, and he provided a good home for his family. He is the one who supplies the market of Sacramento with fish and meat, and he also makes profits from the farming industry.

Kalakaua was the King of Hawaii nei at the time he last saw Hawaii, and Lorrin A. Thurston was but a child.

There are many people from Hawaii who have met up with him in California, and in the year 1891, in the town of San Francisco, he met with King Kalakaua there, and they dined together, drank and talked, and just a few days after that was when King Kalakaua died.

Did Not Forget His Mother Tongue

Mr. Wilson is now sixty-one years old, so he was living thirty-eight years abroad, and he has not forgotten his native language, he is still fluent in Hawaiian, just as the people here are.

According to him, he will spend three months staying in Hawaii before returning to his family who await him.

(Kuokoa 2/5/1915, p. 4)


Ka Nupepa Kuokoa, Buke LIII, Helu 6, Aoao 4. Feberuari 5, 1915.