I looked through a screen of banana and lehua trees, and down across the guava scrub to the quiet sea a thousand feet beneath.

– from “The Sheriff of Kona” by Jack London

And, outside the rigid “Missionary Crowd,” the white men yield to the climate and the sun, and no matter how busy they may be, are prone to dance and sing and wear flowers behind their ears and in their hair.

– “Good-Bye, Jack,” The House of Pride and Other Tales of Hawaii by Jack London