{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_35437/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_35437","id":"gutenberg_35437","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/35437","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Short Stories","Hawaii -- Social life and customs -- Fiction","Short stories, American -- Hawaii"],"text":"* or similar spelling, seen on a statue of Captain James Cook,\n    k. 1779, Hawaii.\n\n\"the redmen to make their home near his hale and they should be aliis\nin ... sent his lunapais into every valley and along the sea to summon\nthe alii....\"\n\nSundry missing of damaged punctuation has been repaired.\n\nThe transcriber has corrected typographical errors\n  from the original book and listed them at the end of this text.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n\n\n\n           Hawaiian\n           Stories.\n\n\n\n\n           SIX PRIZE\n\n       Hawaiian Stories\n\n            OF THE\n\n      KILOHANA ART LEAGUE\n\n\n           Honolulu:\n    Hawaiian Gazette Company\n             1899\n\n\n\n\nCONTENTS\n\n\n  Kalani--Emma L. Dillingham                       5\n\n  A Legend of Haleakala--Geo. H. De La Vergne     24\n\n  Peleg Chapman's Sharks--W. N. Armstrong         44\n\n  'Twas Cupid's Dart--J. W. Girvin                64\n\n  Legend of Hiku i Kanahele--Mauricio             85\n\n  The Story of a Brave Woman--A Native           104\n\n\n\n\nKalani\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\n\n\"_Auhea oe, Nalima? Elua nahae hou o kuu lole!_\"[1] \"_Auwe, pela?_\"[2]\nreplied the old woman addressed, taking at the same time from Kalani's\nhands a coat hat might best be described as one of many colors. The old\nman seated himself on the floor of the little hut, and gazed at this\nsame coat in a manner savoring of dejection. \"Yes,\" he said, \"while I\nwas digging around the taro down by the stream, I left it hanging on a\nbranch of the big kukui tree, but when I returned to put it on, I found\nthat it had blown off, caught on a piece of bark and torn that hole. Do\nyou think you can mend it so that I can wear it on Sunday? You know I\nhave no other. _Pilikia maoli!_\" (sad plight), and Kalani gave a grunt\nthat embodied many emotions.\n\n[Footnote 1: \"Where are you, Nalima? Here are two new rents in my\nclothes!\"]\n\n[Footnote 2: \"Oh dear! is that so?\"]\n\nNalima's small, slightly withered hands were turning the coat tenderly.\nPatch had already been placed upon patch, nearly every one differing in\nmaterial and color from the original fabric, which was a cotton twill,\nand the bleachings of sun and soap had added variety in many shades of\nblue and brown.\n\nYes, she had a little piece of blue flannel left that would just fit\nhis new rent, she mused, and the whole thing must be washed again. She\nwas sure she could have it ready to wear that same night. This hopeful\nview enabled her old husband to start again with his _o-o_ (Hawaiian\nspade) for the garden patch. He removed his tattered hat as he went,\nrevealing a head of fine proportions. The forehead was high and full,\nand the top bald and shining. Soft, white locks clustered in his neck,\nand a white beard several inches in length gave a distinguished look to\nhis face. Patience looked from his soft dark eyes and the expression\nabout his mouth was kind and firm. The small rush mat which Nalima had\nbeen braiding when Kalani arrived with his tale of woe was laid aside,\nand, from a very meager supply of housewifely stores, a needle, thread,\nand bit of flannel were produced. Her dim eyes strained themselves to\nadjust the patch to the torn edges, and her trembling hands set the\nstitches with patient effort. Meanwhile the thoughts of the old wife\nwandered into the past. The long-ago was a happy time to re-live. When\nthey were young, in Kauikeaouli's time, Kalani had been a _kanaka nui_\n(great man) among Hawaiians. He had been a _luna_ (overseer) in their\nvalley and had directed the _konohiki_ (chief's resident land-agent)\nlabor for years. His own _kuliana_ (land-holding) was a large one, and\nthe rights of the stream for some acres were his. He in his turn\ncontrolled the work of others for himself. Their house was large and\nhigh and had a window of glass in one end; the _hikie_ (bedstead) was a\npile of mats soft and fine, and the bedding was of the finest _kapa_.[3]\nThere was always a plenty of _poi_[4] in the calabash; ti roots,\nkukui-nuts, cocoa-nuts and breadfruit abounded for more delicate dishes.\nThey themselves were well and strong, and oh! how proud they were of\ntheir boy and girl. Like a dream had been the years between. Sovereign\nhad succeeded sovereign. Epidemics has decimated the people. The\n_konohiki_ labor had lapsed. Strangers had leased the lands, fences now\nbarred the way, and keys effectually locked the fastnesses from the\nramblers and seekers for shells and ferns. Their own acres had been\ncajoled away from them, and only this little hut far up the valley, and\na small plot of land, on which they with difficulty raised a little\n_taro_ and a few sweet potatoes, remained. They were allowed to retain\npossession of this as compensation for guarding the leased lands of the\nvalley against trespassers, but they received no money. The children had\ngrown and gone. The daughter had married and lived a few years at Kona,\nHawaii, then died. The son had braved the Arctic cold and had been a\nsailor for years on a whale ship. But many, many moons had passed since\nhis last visit home; probably he, too, was dead. They themselves were\ngrowing old now; they had no chance to earn money; economy had\ncrystallized for them into the problem of how long they could make\nthings last. Kalani would be broken-hearted when his coat was too old to\nwear to church, for, rain or sun, he faithfully attended the service at\nthe mouth of the valley every Sunday afternoon, walking several miles to\ndo so. While Nalima sewed and mused, Kalani, wrestling with mountain\n_nahelehele_ (wild growth) was thinking too. Perhaps the vigor in the\narm that drove the _o-o_ into the grass stirred the thought cells in his\nhead; the mental result, however, was not retrospection, but\ndetermination to do some thing in the immediate future to help the\npresent condition of affairs. \"I _must_ have a new coat. I cannot wear\nmy old one to church any longer. I have no money, but perhaps some one\nwill give me clothes if I ask for them. I have never begged, and Nalima\nwouldn't let me beg now if she knew about it; I musn't tell her. It is\nmore than two years since I have been beyond the church, but there are\n_haole_ (foreign) families living not far from there, and I'll go to\nthem. I'll tell Nalima I'm going to try to sell some eggs, we've got six\nsaved in the pail, and perhaps I can buy some salmon to bring home to\nher. It would taste good (_ono loa_) to her. I'll go tomorrow morning.\"\nAnd, full of his resolve, Kalani shouldered his o-o and returned to his\nhut.\n\n[Footnote 3: A cloth made from bark.]\n\n[Footnote 4: The Hawaiian \"staff of life.\" A paste made of pounded\n_taro_ root mixed with water.]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II.\n\n\n\"Ruth, please see who is knocking at the side door,\" said Mrs. Hamilton\nearly one morning in the month of August. \"It's a native man, Mamma,\"\nsaid Ruth a moment later, \"he wants to see you, but says he can wait\nuntil you can come. I think he has never been here before; he is very\nold; and he has a small tin pail with him.\" When Mrs. Hamilton opened\nthe door leading to the veranda, the rising sun was glorifying a strip\nof lawn, glancing among young orange trees, glowing along an hibiscus\nhedge, and giving an effect beyond description to a golden-shower tree\nin full bloom. On either side of the steps leading to the drive, banks\nof ferns stood crisp and cool. The grass was bright with fairy rainbows\nstrung on drops of dew. \"Oh, what a morning to be alive!\" thought Mrs.\nHamilton, \"what, I wonder, will be the first thing given me to do this\nbeautiful day?\" From the lower step arose, at this instant, Kalani. With\nthe grace and dignity natural to the Hawaiian, he bared his head, and,\nholding his tattered hat in his hand, gave the friendly salutation\n\"Aloha\" which Mrs. Hamilton returned in as friendly a tone. Noting in an\ninstant the splendid proportions of his head, his fine brow, and the\ncharacter which shone from every feature of his up-turned face, it was\nwith the sincerest interest that she asked in Hawaiian, \"What can I do\nfor you, what would you like?\" Kalani took a step sideways into the\nferns, still looking up into her eyes, and, with various apologetic\nexpressions flitting across his face, finally took hold of the lapel of\nhis coat with his left hand and, drawing it slightly forward, said, \"I\ndidn't know but perhaps you had a cast-off coat that you would be\nwilling to give me. This one is very old and has many holes. If I had a\nbetter one I should wear it to church and that would be _maikai loa_\n(very pleasant), but, if not, never mind, it will be all right\" (_like\npu, he maikai no ia_). Mrs. Hamilton's quick eye took in at a glance the\nentire suit in which this son of the soil stood. His garments showed\ntheir many patches, and she thought that the colors of the remnants\nstill clinging together, would be difficult to reproduce upon any\npainter's palette. Stepping within the bedroom door she found Mr.\nHamilton adjusting his necktie before the mirror. \"George,\" she said,\n\"do you suppose you have a second-hand coat I might give this man? He\nneeds one badly enough. There is something singularly appealing about\nhim, and, you can see in a moment, he is no beggar.\"\n\n\"Yes, I guess so,\" said Mr. Hamilton, first taking a glance through the\ndoor at Kalani and then proceeding to his wardrobe. Presently he\nreturned and handed his wife an entire suit of grey woolen clothes.\n\"My,\" said she, \"he has asked only for a _coat_! I'll give them to him\none by one. Come out and enjoy the good time with me.\" Returning to the\nveranda she held up the coat. \"Do you suppose this will fit you?\" she\nasked. \"Oh yes, yes!\" was the quick reply, \"you must see for yourself,\"\nand his hands trembled as he carefully withdrew the delicate coat he\nwore from his shoulders. \"See, see, it fits, it fits!\" (_Ku no, ku no!_)\nand his hands stroked down the sleeves, and lovingly patted the pocket\nflaps.\n\nHis expressions of delight and appreciation were cut short by Mrs.\nHamilton's holding up the trousers. \"What do you think about these?\"\nKalani shot a lightning glance at Mr. Hamilton, who stood on the veranda\nenjoying the scene, and said \"Oh, yes, we are just the same size.\" \"He,\"\npointing to Mr. Hamilton, \"isn't any bigger than I am.\" Taking the\ntrousers, the old man avowed most solemnly that they would be just right\n(_ku pono loa_). \"Besides,\" said he with a look of conscious pride,\n\"I've got an old wife who can fix them if they are not.\" So that point\nwas settled. The vest was now held up. \"Of course you don't want this,\"\nsaid Mrs. Hamilton, \"it will make you too warm.\" \"A vest, a vest!\" he\ncried, \"no it won't, oh, I shall be too proud for anything, (_hookano\nmaoli_) to have a vest!\"\n\nAll three were laughing by this time, Kalani as much as the others.\n\"Dear me,\" said Mr. Hamilton, \"this is getting interesting. I must see\nif I can't find him something else.\" In a moment he was back with a\nneat, striped negligee shirt, which he himself offered the old man. The\nexpression on the shining face of the native as he received this fresh\ngift, was something to remember. It was brother looking into brother's\nface, with a something too deep for words. It was an expression that one\nwould like to meet again, in the world beyond.\n\n\"Let's give him a hat,\" said George Jr., who had joined the group on the\nveranda, \"there are a lot on the hat-tree to spare.\" The tattered hat\nunder Kalani's arm had not spoken in vain. As the boy was searching for\none, his father cried to him, \"Bring the silk hat from the top peg.\"\n\"No, no,\" said Mrs. Hamilton, \"don't let us spoil a good thing by\nallowing the old man to think we are making fun of him.\" \"Fun of him!\"\nsaid Mr. Hamilton, \"I tell you I know what will please his soul, and\nit's a silk hat, now see if it's not.\" George first handed his mother a\nbrown derby, only slightly the worse for wear, and then a silk hat still\npossessed of a good shine but not the most modern in shape. Having only\nthe first in evidence, Mrs. Hamilton again addressed Kalani. \"Do you\nthink you could wear this hat?\" \"That hat for me? Oh how fine! Yes, yes,\nI know--\" here his words failed, for his eyes had caught sight of the\nsilk hat, which Mr. Hamilton was in a great hurry to prove would be the\nclimax of his life. \"Here, try this, I guess you can make it stick on,\"\nhe said. The brown derby fell among the ferns, and trembling hands\nseized the shining beaver. \"_Auwe, auwe! heaha keia! ka nani! ka maikai!\nAuwe! ka lokomaikai!_\"[5] Over the shining bald head it was pressed,\ncoaxed, urged and settled, and _it was a tight fit_. \"There,\" said Mr.\nHamilton, \"I told you so, he would wear that hat if it killed him,\nrather than not take it when he had the chance! Of course he never had a\nsilk hat before in his life.\"\n\n[Footnote 5: \"Oh my! oh my! what's this! how splendid, how fine! Ah,\nwhat generosity!\"]\n\nThe old man was speechless and voluble by turns. His good fortune choked\nhim, but the joys of possession ran over his eyes and sparkled in every\nsquare inch of his honest face. Ruth brought some wrapping paper, and\nMrs. Hamilton helped fold the articles for easy carrying. \"But my hat,\nhow am I going to carry my hat?\" he wailed. \"I'll wear this one,\"\nputting the derby on his head, \"but this _papale kilika_ (silk hat) is\nto wear to church, and how am I to carry it home?\" Another paper was\nbrought, and, with twine, a secure package was made, with a loop to slip\nover his arm. Then a fresh idea came to the old man. Conscious of the\nhumor of the whole situation, he said, \"You have left me only one thing\nto ask for,\" and he raised a foot to which was bound a much worn shoe.\n\"Shoes!\" cried Ruth, \"May I find some, Mamma?\" and in less time than it\ntakes to tell it she was back with a pair of half-worn brogans that were\nmore beautiful in Kalani's eyes than the handsomest ten-dollar boots\nthat ever came out of a shoe emporium. Now there really seemed to be\nnothing left but for the old man to go, but he had something to say.\n\nLifting his happy face, he said, \"You have been very good to me. I have\nno money to buy such things for myself, and I was going to ask only for\na coat. I live in Palolo valley, and have no means of earning anything.\nI brought a few eggs with me, thinking I could change them for something\nto take back to my old wife, but now I would like to give them to you.\"\nHe slipped the cover from his pail and held up to Mrs. Hamilton's view\nthe half dozen small eggs. Tears filled her eyes at his honest,\ndignified independence. \"No, no,\" said she, slipping a coin in among the\neggs, \"get something for the wife with the eggs, and give her our\n_aloha_.\"\n\nAt last with many an _aloha_ and _auwe_ of benediction, Kalani betook\nhimself and his new wealth down the drive, and the Hamilton family\nanswered the breakfast bell.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER III.\n\n\nThe barking of a small dog awoke Nalima from a nap. Sitting up, she saw\nat a little distance down the valley, someone coming up the path. At\nfirst she thought it was Kalani, then saw that it was a _haole_ hat that\nappeared and disappeared among the bushes. \"_Auwe_, it's some trespasser\nthat's come up here because Kalani is away, what shall I do?\" While she\nyet feared, the figure stood at the door and Kalani's voice reassured\nher.\n\nWe may not repeat all that Nalima listened to, for in another tongue\nthan the Hawaiian, its flavor would be much impaired. The simple souls\naccepted the great good fortune of the suit of clothes, the shoes, and\nthe hats, with childlike simplicity. The long and early walk had given\nKalani a hearty appetite, which the sour poi, spiced with a bit of salt\nsalmon from the _Pake_ (Chinese) store at Moiliili, soon appeased.\nNalima produced a few mountain apples she had gathered during his\nabsence, and they felt they had feasted like chiefs of old.\n\nNor can we tell of the profound sensation produced in the little\ndistrict church the following Sabbath, when Kalani entered dressed in\nhis new suit, and crowned with his silk hat. This latter he wore until\nhe took his seat, so that all might see it; then he carefully placed it\non the bench beside him. It seemed as if the possession of this silk hat\nbade fair to restore to him his prestige of the long ago. That he should\nhave been in such high favor with anyone, as to receive such a gift,\nsurely argued greatly for his birthright, and for the heritage of his\nyouth, of which the younger generation had not been aware. Certain it\nwas that soon after this Kalani was made a deacon in the church, and\nother honors were accorded him in the months that followed. In the\nlittle hut in the valley, the driest corner was given to the precious\nhat, and Nalima gently fondled it as she smoothed it again and again,\nhoping to preserve its shining gloss indefinitely. It was not pride but\n_satisfaction_ in this _special possession_ that filled Kalani's soul.\nHe often removed the paper in which it was kept, and, holding it upon\nhis hand, would relate to Nalima the experiences of that momentous\nmorning walk, when he became possessed of this treasure. And Nalima\nnever tired of listening to the tale, though she had long known it by\nheart. In closing he always said, \"The best of it all was, I know they\nwere _glad_ to give it to me, and, Nalima, you know what to do with it\nif I die first.\"\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV.\n\n\n\"Mamma,\" cried Ruth Hamilton, reining her horse beside her mother's\nporch one afternoon a year later, \"George and I have been for a ride out\nto Wailupe and back, and as we came near the Palolo Valley road on our\nway home, we saw a funeral procession coming down. It passed the corner\njust as we reached it, and, what do you think! On the _top of the coffin\nwas a silk hat_, and George declares it's the same one Papa gave that\nold man that came here one morning a good while ago!\"\n\nEven so, according to the customs which still obtain in many lands, and\nwhich have been handed down through the centuries, of burying one's\nchoicest possessions with the body of the deceased, Kalani and his silk\nhat were not parted in the grave.\n\n                                                     EMMA L. DILLINGHAM.\n\n\n\n\nA Legend of Haleakala\n\n\nWe stood shivering on the brink. At our very feet was the crater of\nHaleakala, the House of the sun, but that luminary had gone to his other\nrealms and left his dwelling dark, unfathomable and void. No voice of\nnature was there, no murmuring breeze, no note of bird, no spirit of man\nor of God moved in those lone and abysmal depths. Only the brilliant\nstars kept watch above, and they were immeasurable miles away.\n\nWe, who stood there in the cool morning air did not add in any way to\nthe majesty of the scene, wrapped as we were in blankets--red, white and\ngray.\n\n\"Like lost spirits waiting for waftage to the other shore,\" remarked the\ntourist.\n\n\"I am sure I have lost my spirits,\" said a shivering unfortunate, \"I\nthink the guide stole them.\"\n\n\"It seems to me we look more like a group of savage Apaches on a bleak\nmountain summit sketched by Remington,\" suggested the artist of the\ncrowd.\n\n\"Ah, there she blows,\" cried the first speaker pointing toward the east\nwhere a shaft of light had just shot from the dark sea through the gray\nclouds. We all turned and looked except the newly married couple. They\ngazed into each others eyes as was their custom.\n\n\"I am so cold, dearest,\" she murmured.\n\nI supposed he furnished her with a share of his red blanket though I was\nnot watching.\n\n\"Ladies and gentlemen,\" said the humorist, \"the grand cyclorama of\nsunrise on Haleakala is about to open, and as a preliminary, I move to\nthrow the poet over the brink as a propitiatory sacrifice to the God of\nthe Sun, who appears to be shocked by our appearance; and besides the\npoet will attempt to describe this scene and he can't.\"\n\n\"Describe nothing,\" retorted the poet, \"my teeth are chattering so my\ntongue can't.\" \"Let's throw the guide over, that will propitiate us\nanyway.\"\n\nBut William, the guide, looked so calm and peaceful as he sat with his\nback against a rock smoking a short black pipe, that we decided not to\ndisturb him.\n\nMeanwhile the sun rose. He has done this so often that it has become a\nmatter of course with him. But rarely has he risen surrounded with such\npomp of circumstance and kingly glory. It might well have been his\ncoronation morning, with clouds of heavy gorgeousness upon his shining\nshoulders, and the quick heralds of light sent to glorify the distant\nmountain heights and to awaken the dark and slumbering sea. We seemed to\nbe moving in worlds unrealized as the light swept across the reach of\nclouds at our feet, broken as a sea of tumbled ice, while around the\nouter rim rose forms strange or fantastic, the clouds shaping themselves\ninto huge animals or rounding into noble palaces or turning into lofty\npinnacles, and on every one the sun had set a crown of flame. The light\nwith glowing hands pulled slowly back the shadows from the crater until\nit stood clearly revealed in its silence and vastness. From West Maui to\nMolokai stretched a heavy causeway of cloud beneath which lay the sea\ndark and glowing like polished porphyry. The sun was above the cloud and\nthe common light of day lay round us.\n\n\"Tis past, the visionary splendor fades,\" remarked the poet, but the\nremark was not original with him.\n\nOur party now adjourned to the stone house on the summit known as\nCruyealece and after drinking some hot coffee and warming ourselves\naround the open fire, the humorist and myself testified to our intention\nof taking William and walking down into the crater. They all said that\nwe were decided idiots, and they would take their exercise out in\nwatching us. The newly married couple said nothing, but looked as I have\nstated.\n\n\"I think that haole can't go down,\" remarked William, pointing to the\nhumorist. \"His legs too thin, they break.\"\n\nWe all laughed except the humorist who could not see the joke.\n\n\"Break! you fat rascal,\" he exclaimed, \"before I am done with you, you\nwon't be anything but an animated brown shadow.\"\n\nWith sarcastic comments which did not disturb our serenity and much\nwaving of handkerchiefs we began the descent. We went down at a very\nrapid gait, the loose dirt smoking at our heels and the canteen thumping\nagainst William's fat sides. In a half hour we reached the floor of the\ncrater and stopped to take breath. After William had lighted his pipe we\nwent on our way. First across the black lava flows and broken aa. In the\ndays of its storm and stress this had been the hot and glowing\nlife-blood of the great volcano, but now it was cold, black and\ncongealed. Beyond the flows we came to long stretches of volcanic sands\nand the lofty cones rose above us, so perfect in form that it seemed the\nslightest breath of air would disturb their symmetry. Their coloring was\nwonderful, velvety black, gray and red shading into one another. And\nthrough the vast silence the silvery notes of a bird floated down to us\nfrom the far battlements of the crater.\n\nAfter a toilsome tramp we reached the other side where the trees come\ndown the slope, and throwing ourselves down in the shade we looked\nacross the burning plain and enjoyed the coolness by way of contrast as\nwe smoked and took chance shots at stray goats coming down the ridge.\n\n\"Do you know any stories or legends connected with Haleakala, William?\"\nI asked.\n\n\"Yes, I know one, my grandma always telling.\"\n\n\"That's right, William,\" said the humorist, \"take down your harp from\nthe weeping lauhala trees, and sing to us of the departed glories of\nyour race.\"\n\n\"You see my grandma great old woman, she kahuna, live at Hana. I hear\nthis story every since I was keiki. She says it comes down from some old\npoets.\"\n\nAnd after gazing across the crater for a while William began in his\nnative tongue:\n\n\"In former times from the distant Islands of the southern sea came a\nstrange people to Hawaii. On their spears were the great sharks' teeth,\nand their tabu staffs were crowned with kapa black or white. They were\ngreat of stature and became the mois of Hawaii. Then followed a people\nfrom beyond the rising sun. Small and broad they were, and came in ships\nsuch as were never before seen in Hawaiian seas. But stranger than these\npeoples was an alien race which came from out the distant north from\nwhence the great trees come floating down upon the rivers of the sea,\nand the tradewinds take their rise, which come to cool our valleys and\nthe burning sea.\n\nIt was in the days when Hua, the impious king reigned in Hana, on the\nthird day before the feast of Lono in the early morning when the\nfishermen were returning, six canoes came from out a mist that floated\non the sea, and moved quickly in even line toward the curving beach. The\nnight before the omens had portended some dire event. The sacrifices had\nrisen from the blood stained lele and stalked beyond the heiau gate,\nwhile, from the heights of Haleakala, issued the groanings of the\nThunder God. As the aliens strode upon the beach they were taller than\nour tallest chiefs. Their skins were red as Pele blood that beats within\nour heart, but their eyes were black as is that blood when it cools upon\nthe mountain sides, yet from them shot fire as the lightning from the\nthunder clouds. Their heads were encircled by high feather leis which\nswept backwards almost to the ground. Feathers were they grey and white\nsuch as never grew upon the birds that fly within the forests or float\nupon the sea.\n\nThe King took the strangers to his royal hale and gave them food and\ndrink. There was a woman with them, the wife of their great chief. She\nappeared like a prophetess, only young. Her skin was pale as the white\nsea foam. Her dark eyes seemed to gaze afar off, and her smile was like\nthe flash of sun upon the sea. When Hua saw her he desired her for\nhimself and his women became as nothing in his eyes. Therefore Hua urged\nthe redmen to make their home near his hale and they should be aliis in\nthe land though the priest Luahomoe, warned the king that their coming\nwould cast a shadow on his life. But the strangers would not dwell with\nthe king nor with his people, but made their home far up on the slope of\nHaleakala where the gray clouds ever hang and the white rain falls\nsilently to the ground.\n\nSometimes when the feather hunters sought the mamo and the oo upon the\nmountains they would see a figure of one of these men standing on the\nhighest mountain peak against the black clouds as though carved of\nstone, then, suddenly he would raise his arms towards the sky and a cry\nwould come quick as a javlin piercing to the heart, or, they would hear\na rustling in the ferns and see a shape like a red moo moving through\nthe green, but whence it came or whither it went they could never tell.\n\nIt chanced that on a certain day their great chief came down to the\nplain and went to see the king who was stretched at ease in front of his\nhale on a kapa mat, while the trade winds waved the falling branches of\nthe kou trees like green kahilis above his kingly head. The great chief\nstood and would not sit upon the matting brought by the attendant. Then\nthe king made a sign to one of his retainers who in a short time,\nbrought several maidens with flowers decking their dark hair, and\nornaments of pearl and shells upon their ankles and their arms. They\nwere the fairest in Hua's court. The King waved his hand toward where\nthey stood and said:\n\n\"Take these, O chief, they are yours, but let the white queen dwell with\nme.\"\n\nThen the great chief folded his arms and looked down at the king while\nHua's guard gathered close around him, for there was evil in the great\nchief's eye, and the king was a very little man before him. Then he\ngrunted 'Umph' and turning left the presence of the king and went\nquickly to his mountain home.\n\nBut Hua's heart was hot within his breast, so he vowed to take the great\nchief's life and bring the white queen to his royal hale. Forthwith he\nsent his lunapais into every valley and along the sea to summon the alii\nand their warriors, but a messenger came the following day from the\ngreat chief saying:\n\n\"I know your plotting and your heart O King. We will make an end of this\nmatter. Place your kingdom against the possession of the white queen.\nChoose your mightiest warrior, and I will meet him. If I die, take the\nwhite queen, but if your warrior dies your people and your lands are\nmine, O King. But this one condition, I will choose the place where this\ncombat is to be fought.\"\n\nThe crafty Hua thought within his heart, \"I will accept this challenge,\nand if my champion fall my warriors will surround him and his men and\nslay them. Then the white queen shall not escape me.\" So he assented. The\nmessenger then took the king and, pointing where the clouds were flowing\nthrough the Kaupo gap, he said: \"In yonder hollow mountain fights the\nchief.\"\n\nThe king's heart was troubled then, but he dare not return upon his\nspoken word. Among the alii there was none so tall and powerful as the\nyoung Kuala. In all the sports of peace he was pre-eminent. While in war\nnone would hurl the spear so swiftly, nor use the javlin with such\nskilled hands, and when he whirled the battle axe above his head none\ncould see it for the speed. He was chosen champion by the King.\n\nFor many days the priests consulted the oracles within the enclosure of\nthe sacred anu, but the omens puzzled them, and they said the Gods were\nnot at peace among themselves.\n\nIt was on the evening before the day just as the sun sank into the sea,\nthere came a cloud, blacker than the kapa for the dead, moving slowly\nabove the sea, and the gray rain following as a veil behind it. The air\naround was very still. Then, suddenly the cloud turned to crimson and\nthe mountain and the thousands on the beach were reddened as though by\nthe glow from a great fire. All were frightened, but Kuala only laughed\nand said, \"If it storms now it will be cooler on the morrow.\" The old\npriest shook his head and said, \"My son, that mountain height will be\nplenty cool enough for thee.\"\n\nLate in the afternoon of the destined day the hosts of Maui were\ngathered in the arms of the great mountain. Foremost stood the King.\nAround his shoulders fell the yellow mamo cloak, and on his head a\nhelmet yellow as his robe save its crest which was red with the feathers\nof the scarlet bird. Behind him stood the priests in feather cloaks red\nas the blood of their sacrifices, while in a half circle rose the\nhundred alii in cloaks mingled with the royal yellow and the priestly\nred. As the sunlight shone upon them they were in form and color as the\nrainbows bent over the valleys green, and on the rounded hills of sand\nabove them stood the warriors thicker than the leaves upon the forest\ntrees, and their thousand spears made the red hills black. A murmur ran\namongst them as when the voice of the sea comes on the south wind and\nthe sky is gray. The priests chanted in low tones, the meles of Kuala's\nrace, and waved their arms as they sang of heroic deeds. Kuala stood\nquietly by the king and looked across the lava plain where, in the\ndistance, could be seen the red men moving, one behind the other, in a\nline. They came swiftly. When they reached a hundred paces from where\nstood the king, they stopped and the white queen stood forth before\nthem. Her color was no longer as the pale foam, for the blood beat\nquickly in her cheeks, and she breathed as though she had been running,\nwhile her eyes shone so that even Hua turned his glance away. The great\nchief stood near her but impassive as though carved of stone. Behind\nthem the warriors stood lean and red with strange colors on their faces,\nand their heads were crowned with warlike feathers. They moved not, nor\nlooked upon the warriors on the hills, regardless of them as though they\nwere but crawling ants. Then the messenger of the chief advanced across\nthe sand and stood before the king.\n\n\"O King, the chief is ready now to offer the victim chosen by you for\nthe sacrifice.\"\n\nHua replied, \"My champion is here at my right hand, and to-night we will\nwrap your chief in the funeral kapa, and the black sharks will dine upon\nhis flesh.\" He would have spoken more but the messenger turned upon his\nheel and left the king.\n\nKuala threw aside his feathered cloak and advanced slowly towards the\nlevel sand. Then there rose a shout from the hosts upon the hill louder\nthan the thunder of the great waves falling on the beach, and the\npriests chanted in loud tones beating wildly on their sacred drums. The\ngreat chief advanced to meet his foe but stopped, and with arms\noutstretched towards the sun gazed straight into its burning light while\nhis voice reached to the remotest warrior on the hills, though none\ncould understand the words, so strange they were. Then he turned and\nfaced Kuala, who stood twenty paces distant. All was quiet as is the air\nbefore a coming storm. Kuala slowly raised his spear above his head and\nbending quickly forward sent it with such force that none could see it\nin the air, but the great chief was quicker than the spear and it went\npast him deep into the sand. His spear flew so close to Kuala that he\nfelt the wind of its speed upon his cheek. The second time they raised\ntheir arms together and send the weapons whirling through the air. The\nwarrior's spear struck some feathers from the great chief's head, whose\nweapon went straight to Kuala's heart, but before it touched his body\nKuala caught it with his hands and turned its course aside, but\nstaggered backwards with the force. Then the warriors cried in\nlamentation on the hills, but when they saw he was unhurt a shout arose\nlouder than the first. The last spear Kuala poised above his head was of\npolished koa tipped with ivory, whose point had been dipped in Po's dark\nwaters, carrying death upon its slightest touch. But it never reached\nthe red chief's for the two spears met in the air with a great clash and\nfell broken on the sand. Then the warriors rushed towards each other and\nmet midway on the sands, their javelins clashing as they met. Suddenly\nthe light had faded while gray clouds covered the crater as with a roof,\nand the white rain began to fall thick and fast, lying like white stars\non cloaks of the alii and of king. Kuala and the great chief could be\ndimly seen as they whirled around each other in the strife faster than\nsea birds on the wing. Now rushing together, now stepping quick aside,\nbut Kuala's breathing could be heard by the king and his alii standing\nnear; while the great chief moved quicker than the red lightning from\nthe clouds, without a sound save when his javelin struck the warriors.\nBut moving backward from Kuala's rush his heel struck upon a stone and\nhe swayed slightly. Then the warrior's javelin tore his shoulder till\nthe red blood came. With a cry that made the king and all his followers\nshiver as with cold, he sprang past Kuala's javelin and fastened his\nteeth within the flesh and his face was like a demon as he tore the\nwarrior's throat, and Kuala fell slowly back upon the sand, writhing in\nquick death. Then the Hulumanu, standing by the King, threw his spear\nand pierced the great chief who fell face downward on the sand. From the\nhills the warriors came with a mighty rush as slides the land from the\nsteep mountain sides, while the red men awaited their coming with faces\nlean and fierce. They stood as does a rock within the sea when the great\nwaves surge upon it fall back in beaten foam until one mightier than the\nrest o'erwhelms it. So stood, so fell the red men on that day. Hua\nmarked not the raging of the strife but through the tumult pushed his\nway toward where the white queen stood alone. She fled with exceeding\nswiftness, moving like a shadow through the falling mist. Hua, in\nfurious anger, raised his spear and sent it straight towards her as she\nfled. Then the cloud grew thicker and closed around them. Instantly a\ngreat cry was heard and the King's people found him bleeding on the sand\nwith his spear point centering in his breast. Whither the white queen\nwent none ever knew. But sometimes the hunter, following his lonely\ntrail through the great mountain, sees a woman's form wrapped in moving\nmist and with dark hair floating wildly around the pallor of her face.\"\n\n\"That's all,\" said the guide.\n\n\"That's quite a little lie, William,\" said the humorist.\n\n\"I don't know, the old lady says it is just so.\"\n\nAs we started on our homeward trail the clouds had rolled through the\ntwo gaps and an opaque mist lay around us. William headed the procession\nand we had gone about a quarter of a mile and were near the great cone\nwhen William stopped suddenly and grasped the humorist by the arm,\nalmost white with terror.\n\n\"Look!\" he said, pointing towards where the fog had lifted somewhat, and\na current of air was whirling the mist, and, in the mist a woman's form\nand face could be clearly seen. I looked inquiringly at the humorist.\n\n\"Can such things be,\" he said, \"and overcome us like a summer cloud,\nwithout our special wonders?\"\n\n\"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,\" I suggested.\n\nThen we went on in silence through the falling mist, but the humorist\ntook the lead.\n\n                                                   GEO. H. DE LA VERGNE.\n\n\n\n\nPeleg Chapman's Sharks\n\n\nMr. Dole and I were standing in front of one of the caves which are\nfound near the edges of the bay of Hanauma which is situated this side\nof Koko Head. We were there for several days of recreation. Mr. Dole was\nglad to get away from the Executive building, where his Ministers had\ncaged various bees in their bonnets. These bees often wrangled with the\nbees in his own bonnet, and by temporarily separating them, the\ndifferent bees ameliorated their buzzing, and a general rest prevailed.\nMr. Dole said he preferred to take recreation with one who had outgrown\nthe bee-hive age and the age of other annoying human devices.\n\n\"Do you see that flat stone?\" I asked, pointing to one that lay under\nsome lantana bushes, and was partially concealed by the sand and just\nbeyond the reach of the surf.\n\n\"I see it,\" said Mr. Dole. \"Do you think that some person with a bee in\nhis bonnet has been around? Has the stone a story?\"\n\n\"Well,\" I said, \"that stone belonged to the foundation of a house which\nPeleg Chapman built away back in the 'thirties.'\"\n\n\"Tell me the story,\" said Mr. Dole and he sat down on the grass, as if it\nwere his Cabinet, and stretched his legs out towards the much sounding\nsea.\n\nI then told him the story as I had obtained it from the most authentic\nsources, included in which were some scraps in Peleg Chapman's\nhandwriting.\n\nPeleg's father, Silas Chapman, was a poor but honest farmer who lived in\nStockbridge, Massachusetts, near the State line. He had been eminently\nsuccessful in achieving poverty, which he shared generously with his\nwife and sons. Though mentally dull in most matters, he possessed a rare\ngift for training animals of all kinds. He was a master of those\ninarticulate sounds, and musical notes which curiously convey ideas to\nanimals. He talked with his dogs and cats, and made them useful. His\ntrained squirrels brought him abundance of nuts, and his trained robins\nbrought him cherries without injuring them. His cows, pigs, and chickens\ndid curious tricks, and when gathered together in the barnyard, under\nhis voice and eye, were more orderly than the General Assembly of the\nState. These useful animals did much to relieve the family poverty. The\ncollie dogs stole watermelons and rolled them home, and the tame crows\nsupplied the cattle with ripe corn from the neighbors' fields.\n\nPeleg inherited from his father this singular gift of training animals,\nand he had listened to his luminous expositions of the subject.\n\n\"Peleg,\" he said, \"all an'mals think. Ef you only larn how they think,\nyou ken do anything with 'em. Each on 'em has a little different way of\nworking his gumption, but you kinder sit along side 'on 'em, get to\ncommunin' with 'em in a slow fashion, and you'l find 'em ekal to human\ncritters.\"\n\nPeleg in due time became more skillful than his father, in training\nanimals. He caught a young eagle over in Lenox, and trained him to\nrelieve the family poverty by stealing chickens over in York State. The\neagle was not morally very strong, and often brought home the tough\nroosters, after eating the tender chickens.\n\nOne day, when Peleg was away, the eagle being in a contrary mood, seized\nSilas Chapman's Sunday coat, and flying away with it dropped it into the\nHousatonic river. When Peleg reached home, his father told him that the\neagle had done a mean job, and that he must pay for the stolen coat.\nPeleg refused on the ground that animals had no morals.\n\n\"Dad,\" he said, \"you be livin' off them thievin' dogs and birds.\" Then\nsaid his father: \"I guess Peleg you and me has got to have some\ninterestin' conversation in the barn, this evenin'.\"\n\nPeleg acted promptly on this suggestion. At four o'clock, with a small\nsum of money, he secretly went to the station, and boarded the Boston\nexpress. He left a note to his mother saying he was going off and his\ndad might lick the eagle if he caught him.\n\nOn reaching Boston, he wandered about until he reached the Frog pond in\nthe Common. He had often heard that its waters were sacred in the eyes\nof every Bostonian. Feeling much depressed he took out of his pocket a\ncopy of the Westminster Catechism, which every child studied in those\ndays, and by accident glanced over the rough wood cuts of Biblical\nincidents. His eye fell on that of a very stiff looking whale, with a\nvery stiff looking Jonah in front of it, waiting with a very resigned\nlook to be swallowed.\n\nWhile he was getting some comfort out of Jonah's resigned look, a\nsea-faring man took a seat by his side, on the public bench, and after\nglancing at the picture in Peleg's hand, remarked: \"purty stiff lookin'\nwhale I guess.\"\n\n\"Ever see'd one?\" asked Peleg.\n\n\"Caught plenty on 'em,\" said the sailor. \"Been around the Horn and up in\nthe Artic for sperm and right whales. Plenty of lay money too. Down in\nWyhee plenty of gals and bananas.\"\n\n\"Goin' again?\" asked Peleg.\n\n\"Yes, next week,\" said the sailor.\n\n\"Take me?\" asked Peleg.\n\n\"Guess you can ship on the Julian,\" said the sailor. \"Fresh fo'cas'le\nhand gets one hundred and fortieth lay. That's his share of all the oil\nand bone the vessel takes in her cruise. Have good luck, plenty of\nmoney,\" said the sailor.\n\nPeleg glanced at the stiff figure of the whale, closed the book, and\nsaid, \"I'm goin'.\"\n\nOn reaching New Bedford, he shipped on the Julian, signed ship's\narticles, and went on board with a new kit. The vessel sailed for the\nPacific and the Arctic ocean.\n\nFor a few days, Peleg would have been willing to return home and take\nthe vicarious punishment for the eagle's sins rather than sleep in a\nfo'cas'le bunk. But the ship bowled along towards the equator, and the\ncarefully expurgated yarns of the crew kindled his enthusiasm.\n\nHe caught and trained some sea gulls to fetch fish for the cabin and\nfor'rad deck so that his shipmates, instead of calling him a blankety\nland lubber, took pains to teach him the art of handling ropes, and\nchewing old plug tobacco, and reading the sulphurous marine literature\nof the age.\n\nThe Julian took five hundred barrels of sperm oil off the island of Juan\nFernandez, and finally dropped her anchor in the harbor of Honolulu, for\nthe purpose of getting wood and water and fresh provisions.\n\nOn going ashore, Peleg was amazed at the abundance of bananas of which\nhe was very fond, but for which the price at home was one shilling each.\nAs he gorged himself, he began to think of exchanging his marine\ninterest in the Pacific for a residence on the Islands. He felt\njustified in deserting, because the air of the forecastle was bad, and\nthe captain had refused to reconstruct the vessel and place saloon\ncabins at the disposal of the crew. He obtained from Mellish & Co., ship\nchandlers, an advance of $300 on his lay, and deserted. He concealed\nhimself at Waimanalo, until the vessel sailed for the Arctic, and then\nkeeping out of the way of the native police or \"kikos,\" he crossed over\ninto Manoa valley and followed the coast line from Waikiki towards Koko\nHead. Finding the secluded bay of Hanauma he remained there. It was\nsurrounded by a high ridge, as it was part of an extinct crater, and one\nside of it had fallen in towards the ocean, so that it was almost land\nlocked, and the surf and heavy seas rushed through the narrow opening.\n\nWith the aid of a native, he laid a foundation of flat stones and built\nupon them a thatched house. The native brought him fruit and vegetables,\nand he caught an abundance of fish.\n\nWhile the Julian was off the island of Juan Fernandez, Peleg had studied\nthe numerous sharks found there. He discovered that the many rows of\nteeth in the mouth of the female shark were flexible, and rested on\nelastic gums. They could be laid flat, at the will of the shark. The\nreason for this curious arrangement was this. Whenever the young sharks\nare in danger, the mother shark opens her mouth, lays down her teeth,\nand the young sharks pass over without danger, into a pouch in her body\nwhere they remain until the danger is over. He had counted as many as\nseventy, each of them about three feet long, at one time diving into\ntheir mother's mouth, and emerging after the danger was over. He\nremembered that Prof. Aggasiz or some noted naturalist, had suggested\nthat in some remote period a female kangaroo had tumbled overboard from\nsome prehistoric canoe, and, according to Mr. Darwin, had adapted itself\nto the new environment, and become a shark. The pouch for the young\nwhich appears on the outside in the case of the kangaroo, appears as a\npouch on the inside of the shark.\n\nPeleg learned from the natives that at times fish were very scare in the\nHonolulu market. During the visits of the whaling fleets which often\nnumbered over a hundred vessels, the demand could not be supplied with\nany regularity. When there was bad weather, the canoes could not put out\nto sea, and there was a fish famine excepting so far as it could be\nsupplied from the local fish ponds that were entirely owned by the\nchiefs and King.\n\nBesides there were some rare fish which the chiefs were especially fond\nof which were found only in deep water and could only be obtained under\nthe most favorable circumstances of tide and weather. Such were the\nKawele-a, the Ahi, the Ono and the Omaka. The Ahi was a very delicate\nfish and was found only off the coast of Hawaii, and was seldom seen in\nHonolulu markets.\n\nPeleg said to himself: \"Why not train sharks to catch fish? It may be as\ndad said, some bother to find out their way of thinkin' and they live in\nthe water. But they has eyes and ears, and they hasn't got them things\nfor nothing.\"\n\nHe caught, with the aid of some natives, an immense female shark, and\nbefore the young ones could hide, he captured them all, and put them in\na pond he built up in the water. He began to educate them. At first they\nwere quite vicious, and refused to be cheerful. But Peleg knew that from\nthe crab to the seraphim, the appeal to the appetite was most effective.\nAfter repeated experiments, he found that sharks had a most\nextraordinary fondness for salt pork. There was a monotony of freshness\nin their ordinary diet, excepting as a sailor with a rich tobacco\nflavor, fell in their way once in a while. He also discovered that the\naddition of beans to the pork made the food especially attractive, and\nthe young sharks quickly submitted to discipline with this reward before\nthem.\n\nHe saw that they thought in their crude way, just as dogs and birds\nthought, and their hearing was like that of other animals. By tapping\nstones under water he could call them, but he generally used a speaking\ntube which he thrust into the water. By using rags of different colors,\nhe trained them to distinguish between colors. He taught them to fetch\nand carry sticks, and then pieces of meat. As they grew older, he\ntrained them to search for fish in the bay, and to bring them in without\ninjuring them as they took them in or cast them out of their pouches.\nPork and beans were liberally used as rewards. He was finally successful\nin teaching them to distinguish between the grades of fish and as it\nwere, take orders for special kinds and leave the rest. The most\nintelligent learned to travel long distances, even to Maui and Hawaii,\nand find the feeding grounds of the rare fish of which he kept samples\nin a pond, and exhibited to them whenever he desired a supply of that\nvariety.\n\nHe never permitted the natives to watch him while in his training\nschool. He gave names to the expert and reliable sharks. His reading was\nlimited so that he selected names from the Bible and from the names of\nthe towns near his home. He called them \"Lenox belle,\" \"Barrington\nbelle,\" \"Pittsfield belle,\" \"Lee belle,\" \"Bashbish belle,\" \"Stockbridge\nbelle,\" and many other Berkshire names were used. The Scriptural names\nwere \"Queen of Sheba,\" \"Jezabel,\" \"Mehita-bel\" and \"Assyrian girl,\" with\nother such names. The word \"belle\" appealed to his poetic instinct.\n\nHe graduated the sharks after two years of training, and then opened\nbusiness. He purchased a canoe, and paddled out to sea, followed by more\nthan twenty submissive fish. He sent them off singly or by battalion, as\nhe called it. In the battalion form, they moved out on an extended line\nand drove the fish desired towards the caves and small inlets, where\nthey were easily caught, taken into the pouches, and brought to Peleg's\ncanoe, and pork and beans were liberally served out in return.\n\nOn the arrival of the next whaling fleet, Peleg entered Honolulu harbor\nevery morning with a large load of mullet in his canoe or with other\nexcellent fish. After disposing of them to the whalers, he put out of\nthe harbor at once, and joined his \"sea hounds\" as he called them, who\nwaited for him outside the reef. His enormous catches attracted the\nattention of the natives, who once followed him in the hope of finding\nhis rich fishing grounds. They were especially surprised at his large\ncatch during stormy weather, when they could not go out in their canoes.\nNor, by watching Hanauma bay could they get any information, as there\nwere no nets there, and the sharks attracted no attention.\n\nOn one occasion as he was paddling along the Waikiki shore after selling\nhis load of fish, he met a fleet of native canoes that had no luck.\nTaking compassion on them, he dipped his tube under water, gave the sign\nfor mullet to his sea dogs, shipped his paddle, and lit his pipe. In an\nhour the noses of his hunters rubbed against the side of the canoe, and\nleaning over, he pulled out of their mouths more than six hundred pounds\nof mullet, and threw them into the canoes of the natives. The natives\nwere stricken with terror at the sight, and dropped their paddles with\nthe exclamation: \"He is a kahuna (sorcerer) of the shark god.\"\n\nHe was soon regarded as an akua (god). No natives dared to enter the bay\nof Hanauma.\n\nAt the end of each whaling season he accumulated considerable sums in\ngold, a part of which he hid and a part he invested in the purchase of\nshares in whalers. After the season, he engaged in fishing for the rare\nfish only, which he supplied to the King and chiefs. Whenever the King\nsaid: \"Peleg, my friend, I want some of the Ahi,\" Peleg sent four of his\nleading sharks to the Kona coast, and they returned within ten hours,\nwith an abundance.\n\nThe King sent for him one day and said to him: \"You are the most\nvaluable man in my kingdom, and as my predecessors rewarded Isaac Davis\nand John Young with matrimonial alliances, I would be glad to have you\nlook around and if you see any attractive female of the royal connection\nthat you would like to marry, you may take her until otherwise ordered.\nI wish for useful men about my throne. I put on no airs, excepting a\nwhite cotton shirt. If you accept my offer you are authorized to wear an\nAdmiral's cocked hat, and new boots on State occasion.\" Peleg replied\nthat he recognized the honor, but that his heart belonged to his sharks\nand to the daughter of a carpenter who lived near the York State line,\nand he expected to visit her very soon.\n\nA fanatical native attempted to \"anaana\" him or pray him to death. He\ngathered grass and burned it. The oily kukui nuts were thrown on the\nfire, and the whole resources of the Polynesian Black Art were brought\ninto use. But Peleg lived.\n\nA missionary, hearing of his remarkable powers, visited him and inquired\nabout his ancestors, and among other questions asked him if he had\nbecome a heathen and allowed himself to become a kahuna or sorcerer. He\nreplied that he did not hanker after heathenism, but, he said, that if\nhe was in the missionary business he would open a conjuring saloon and\nbeat all their old kahunas at sleight of hand tricks, and that would\nsoon bring the whole crowd over to his side. The heathen, he said,\ncouldn't do much thinking but if they saw him pull a rabbit out of his\nnose, or take a taro out of a man's ear, they would smash the business\nof their own conjuring priests. Seein' was believin'. Conjuring tricks\nwould finally bust up their superstitions. The missionary said he and\nhis associates could not look upon the matter in that way, but he would\nwrite to the American Board about it, and ask it to send out a\nrespectable conjurer of high moral principle who would hitch a moral to\nthe tail end of every trick, and then challenge a native sorcerer to do\nany better.\n\nPeleg said that although he was a perverted Puritan, he would supply all\nof the Honolulu missionaries with fish without charge.\n\nAs he had received a very limited education owing to his father's\nflourishing poverty, he seldom wrote any letters. He did not forget his\nmother, however. She received from time to time, through Bunker & Co.,\nof New Bedford, comfortable sums of money, with the statement that they\ncame from her son, who was somewhere on the equator, and would come home\nafter awhile. He also sent to Patsy McGloural, who had grown up and did\nthe chores in the family of a rich paper manufacturer, a sandal wood\nbox, and a dress of the finest Chinese silk, which he got from one of\nthe vessels in the sandal wood trade. This dress was the finest in\nBerkshire county, and when Patsy put it on and went to church, it\nattracted the attention of the women, so that the preacher gave out the\nhymn about being \"naked, poor and sinful.\"\n\nPeleg had invested his money in shares in the whaleships, which made\nvery profitable voyages, from Honolulu to the Arctic and Japan seas, and\nhe became rich for a Berkshire man. After ten years of fishing he\nresolved to go home. He found a young man who came from the neighboring\ntown of Hinsdale, on one of the new whalers, and after giving him a long\ntrial, instructed him in the business. He consulted an attorney in\nHonolulu, and executed an instrument establishing the \"Peleg Chapman\nShark Trust,\" the income of which was to be used in feeding his faithful\nsharks with pork and beans, and in supplying the poor natives of\nHonolulu with fish.\n\nHe then sailed for New Bedford, and on arriving there, went directly\nhome. He arrested the even course of his father's poverty, but did not\ninform his indigent but acute parent of the sources of his fortune. He\nbuilt for his mother the finest chicken house in the county, and\npresented her with a neat buggy and a gentle horse. He soon married\nPatsy, and was known as Squire Chapman. As a leading authority on\ntravel, he had no equal in those parts. Subsequently, with the aid of a\nyoung student from Williams College, he published in rather Sophomorical\nlanguage, a book which had a wide circulation titled, \"Chapman's\nresearches in the islands of the Pacific.\"\n\n\n\n\n'Twas Cupid's Dart\n\nA Hawaiian Love Story.\n\n\nMany years ago there lived in Hoikaopuiaawalau, in Hamakua, on Maui, a\nHawaiian maiden whose story I will tell as I heard it from one who knew\nit too well.\n\n\"Her name, which they said was given her by her _kupuna_, Hikiau, who\nwas a favorite chief under Kamehameha the great, was\nKalaninuiahilapalapa, but we always called her Lani.\n\nAt the time we first met her she was about eleven years of age, very\npretty, with regular features and long, black, silky hair. Like many of\nthe natives she had beautiful gazelle-eyes, such as one never tires of\ngazing into. Probably those eyes cost her most of her--well we will tell\nit.\n\nShe lived with her parents in that beautiful little fern-clad valley,\nknown today as Awalau, where her father worked in a sawmill. He was a\nvery large and powerful man and as good natured as large men usually\nare.\n\nHis name was Kapohakunuipalahalaha, but as that was unnecessarily long,\nwe shortened it to Nui, and a faithful man Nui was at any kind of work.\nThose who know what sawmill work is know that great strength is\nappreciated, especially when you are depending on a man to keep his end\nof a cant-hook up to time. He was as hospitable as the natives have the\nreputation of being, and that is saying a good deal.\n\nLani's mother, Kamaka, was a sprightly woman of about thirty-five and\ndid her part to make \"life in the woods\" pleasant. Neither mother nor\ndaughter appeared to have many household cares and seemed to take\ndelight in wandering up and down the valley in quest of land shrimps,\nwhich they caught in a cornucopia-shaped basket made of wicker work.\nThese, with the little black fish named oopu which they found adhering\nto the stones in the brook, and a fern frond called pohole, together\nwith poi, the Hawaiian staff of life, constituted the principal part of\ntheir diet. They were also very fond of pig and chicken and never\nbegrudged the labor or time spent in getting up a luau. From them we had\nan insight into the Hawaiian mode of living and were surprised to note\nto what an extent the natives are dependent on the sea for a livelihood.\nSometimes Nui would take a day off, whether the master liked or not, and\ntake his family to the beach, when they employed themselves in fishing.\nThey would return with the greatest assortment of shell-fish and fish of\nmany sizes of the most varied colors. Also they would bring limu of\nseveral kinds and odors. Limu, you know, is seaweed, and there appear to\nbe as many varieties of it as there are of ferns on the land. There is\nalso a variety of it found in the streams adhering to the rocks on the\nbottom, which we were always taught to beware of at home, but which the\nnatives eat with cooked meats with great gusto.\n\nThey always kept a store of kukui nuts, which they roasted; then\nbreaking up the kernels fine and mixed with salt, they ate it as a\nrelish.\n\nThe women took delight in adorning themselves with leis, made either of\nthe maile, which grew in profusion on the steep sides of the ravines, or\nof the _palapalai_, a luxuriant fern which clothes the valleys as with a\ngarment. Sometimes they would make leis of the fruit of the hala tree,\nthe _pandanus_, which was also very plentiful in that part of the\nisland. Sometimes they would inter-twine the bright hala fruit and the\nfragrant glossy leaves of the maile, which made a very beautiful lei,\nespecially on an olive skin as a background.\n\nOften we were called in to eat with them and learned to like almost all\ntheir native dishes. It was always the custom to call in any stranger\npassing, to share their food with them. Their style of cooking, viz:\nunder ground, or in a saucepan over an open fire, seemed to give the\nfood a piquancy which had charms for us.\n\nLani had a very sweet voice and accompanied her singing with a guitar,\nwhich she played very sweetly and many an evening we passed about the\ncampfire very comfortably. She could yodel like an inhabitant of the\nSwiss Alps and often we would hear her singing and yodeling as she came\nup the valley to cross up to the tableland where we were cutting the\nlarge koa trees, preparatory to hauling them to the mill to turn into\nthe handsome lumber so much sought after for making fine furniture.\nThere was not a man in the camp who was not charmed with her.\n\nThere was a little Chinaman who came up through our valley, leading pack\nhorses, whose business was buying _pepeiao_, an ear-shaped fungus which\nis found very plentiful on the trunks of decayed trees on the windward\nsides of all the islands. The natives gathered and dried these and were\nalways glad to see the Chinaman come around, as they were enabled to\nexchange them for either cash or the sweet cakes which he carried in his\npanniers. This fungus contains a good deal of gelatinous matter and was\nformerly largely exported to China, where it is used for soup making.\nThis poor little waif of a Celestial, named Leong Sing, fell in love\nwith our Lani at first sight and the frequent occasions he took for\nwandering up our valley were not warranted by the inextensive trade\nwhich he found. He made the acquaintance of a Chinaman who had a camp in\na neighboring valley, where he was making charcoal from the branches of\nthe koa trees, which he purchased from us. He got to staying over night\nwith his friend and would sometimes join our campfire of an evening and\nlisten to Lani's singing. None of us suspected him of the effrontery of\nfalling in love with our Lani or of expecting her to reciprocate his\naffection. While at work one day in the woods her father told us that\nthe Chinaman had proposed and wanted to carry her off to Lahaina, where\nhis uncle had a large store. This was a greater temptation to Lani than\nwe suspected, as she was very fond of good clothes and the Chinese are\nnoted for taking the best of care of their wives in that respect. Also\nwas not Lahaina the capital, where young people were numerous and where\nher accomplishments would be appreciated?\n\nHer father had higher aspirations for his daughter and wished that she\nmight marry a haole.\n\nThere was a young man in camp, named Frank Willoughby, (evidently a\npurser's name) who had come round the Horn in a whaler and had decamped\nas soon as the vessel touched at Honolulu, as many of our best and worst\nmen did. Frank had a good education and was a very fine looking, healthy\nyoung fellow of a most amiable disposition. When Frank heard of the\nChinaman's proposal he said he would kill the saffron-colored Celestial\non sight and break every bone in his body for his presumption. Then we\nknew that Frank was badly smitten.\n\nBut he was not the only one who was struck bad, as there was a young\nhalf Hawaiian-Portuguese named Joe Edwards who was also very\ndenunciatory of the Chinaman and expressed a wish for his speedy demise.\nSome of us had noticed that Frank was jealous of Joe, as the latter\ncould play the ukeke or Hawaiian Jew's harp, very well, and as a\nstranger cannot tell what the player is singing on the instrument to his\n_dulcinea_, Frank could not understand how far Joe had got along in his\ncourtship.\n\nThere was another party who was heels over head in love with Lani and\nthis was so utterly unexpected that when the _denouement_ took place,\n\"you might knock us all down with a feather.\" This was a big hulk of a\nblack Portuguese named Shenandoah, from his having been captured on a\nwhaler by that Confederate pirate when on her marauding excursion\namongst the whalers in the Arctic, from whence he was returned to\nHonolulu with many others. He was a most repulsive, villainous-looking\nscoundrel, with black warts on his face; an Iago who could never capture\nour Desdemona and consequently never came into our calculations.\n\nAnyway the Chinaman's name was \"mud\" from that time on.\n\nFrank could not talk much native and Lani's English education had been\nsadly neglected, but it would not be the first instance where love was\nmade with the eyes and not the tongue.\n\nThe work in the woods, felling those mammoth koas and hauling them with\ncattle to the mill, was looked on more as play than work, but we were\nvery tired at night just the same. The _ieie_, an almost impenetrable\nclimbing vine, seemed to take delight in wrapping its rootlets around\nthose koas, to the vexation of the woodsman, and it would sometimes take\nhours to get at the trunk of a tree. In chopping this ieie the axe would\nsometimes fly back to the peril of the chopper. Once Frank had the bad\nor good luck to get cut in the head with his axe and as he bled very\nfreely we were much alarmed and took him down to the camp. Kamaka put a\nbandage of some native herbs about his head and he remained at home for\ntwo or three days. How far his courtship progressed during his\nconvalescence we were never able to learn. Joe said he wished he himself\ncould get his foot cut off or something that he might be invalided.\n\nSometime after this the boss told us we could all go down to Wailuku for\na holiday and spend the Fourth of July, which was going to be grandly\ncelebrated that year on account of some favorable news from home,\nprovided we would take a load of koa lumber down. Horses were not very\nplentiful with us and we were to ride on the load. As Nui and Shenandoah\nwere to drive the six yoke of oxen and Lani and her mother were to ride\nwe jumped at the opportunity.\n\nThe cattle were brought in from the woods, after a tedious search for\nthem, for a bullock can hide himself easier under the parasitic vines\nand convolvulus which hang from those mammoth koas than anywhere under\nthe sun. The wagon being loaded and the load bound on with chains we\neight took our places for an eighteen-mile ride. Lani had provided leis\nfor each of us and she and her mother had collected an immensity of\nferns and ki leaves for a cushion to make the soft side of the boards\nsofter, and we had a large hamper of lunch and a merrier party never\nstarted for an ox-cart ride.\n\nWe got away about 5 a. m., Nui and Shenandoah walking on either side of\nthe team and there never was more fun in a basket of monkeys than on\nthat wagon. He had our old standbys, Nigger and Puakea on the tongue and\nthe young cattle ahead and the trouble these cattle caused, \"I couldn't\nbe telling.\" They would dash ahead and fetch up, then they would turn on\ntheir tracks and get tangled in the chains, then after a lot of bad\nlanguage they would get straightened out and make another break, and\nthis was repeated _ad nauseam_.\n\nWhen we got them up out of the valley and the weight of the load was\nrelieved they made a break to run and almost pulled the heads off the\ntongue cattle, who, I believe, would sooner have lost those extremities\nthan have been so undignified as to go faster than a walk. Down we went\nthrough Kawaiki, and through Huluhulunui, Puaahookui, and Kaluanui\ngulches, the young cattle on the tear and the old ones on their\nhaunches, notwithstanding the chain lock which we had on the wheels. The\nonly thing to hold on to was the binding chain and after getting our\nhands nipped a few times we preferred to maintain our positions by\nleaning up against each other. We could not refrain from remarking on\nthe solicitude which both Frank and Joe exhibited for Lani's welfare,\ndoing everything they could devise for her comfort. We have helped tip\nover a pair of bobs in the snow at home to hear the girls squeal, but we\nnever had an experience of riding on a bullock cart with a trio of\nlovesick people when every instant produced a bump which would drive a\nsane person into insanity.\n\nThe sun came up right glorious and gave us the benefit of its full\nactinic rays for the whole day. However, had we been in a palace car we\ncould not have had more fun.\n\nAll across that sunburnt plain from East Maui plantation to the beach at\nKahului we bumped over rocks and into gullies, for who ever knew of a\nbullock team fool enough to miss any of those opportunities of getting\neven on man for his inhumanity to them. Towards 1 P. M. we reached\nKahului, the cattle with their tongues hanging out this three hours for\nlack of water. Here was plenty of it and the whole team rushed into the\nsea only to find that this fluid which so much resembled water was not\nthe kind they were accustomed to.\n\nNow we were in real danger of getting drowned or getting the wheels\nstuck in the quick-sand. Frank suggested that we take the wheels off our\nchariot, the way Pharaoh did and float ashore. He was told to kulikuli\nand suggest some way out of the difficulty which was feasible. All of us\nknew how to direct the drivers however, and if they had listened to us\nwe would have been there yet. Nui dashed into the water to seaward of\nthe cattle and striking one of the young leaders on the nose it bellowed\nwith pain and turned shorewards and we were saved, probably for a worse\nfate. We arrived safely at Wailuku and hastened to relieve ourselves of\nthe superfluous real estate gathered on the way, for the winds of\nKahului isthmus can carry more red dirt per cubic inch than any simoon\nin Arabia, and deposit it more evenly on any obstructing surface.\n\nThat evening we met Lani and her mother at the village store and\npostoffice and she soon became the recipient of much in the line of\nbright colored dress goods. Frank received a remittance from home and\nnothing would do but he must give her a side saddle, one of those fancy\nlooking horse-killers such as they sold for twenty dollars. Joe bought\nher a fancy bridle and another member of the party gave her a flaming\nscarlet felt saddle cloth. All these to a poor girl who did not own a\nhorse. Horses were pretty cheap in those days, from $5 up. Frank bought\nher a cream colored mare from a bystander for $20 and placing the saddle\nand accoutrements on he requested her to mount and try the saddle.\n\nShenandoah had been buying dress goods at the instigation of Lani's\nmother and when he came out and saw the beautiful girl mounted on the\nprancing horse he swore she should never ride it home and commanded her\nto dismount.\n\nThis revelation was too much for us. What; this clod of earth dare to\ntalk in this manner to our Lani? And using tones of authority too! This\nwas the last straw. Frank opened up on him with a volubility and a\nvocabulary which could only have been acquired before the mast on an\nAmerican whaler.\n\nShenandoah dropped his armful of bundles and made a rush at him to\nannihilate him. Frank had played football too much in college to be\nbadly terrified and when the Portuguese struck at him he lowered his\nhead and rushed his black opponent, taking him just in the short ribs\nwith his head, and Shenandoah was _hors de combat_ instanter. It was\nsometime before he could take a breath, then had to be taken off to a\nroom, which he did not leave until we were ready to return to\nHoikaopuiaawalau.\n\nFrank got a nice horse for himself and he and Lani enjoyed the Fourth of\nJuly.\n\nAt that time there was a fashion among the native women of making their\nown hats from rooster skins. A fine bird would be selected, no matter\nwhat the price ($5 has been paid for a bird for that purpose). The skin\nwas taken off whole and while green put over a mold to dry. Then they\nwould line them and when rightly made one could almost imagine it was a\nlive rooster sitting on a nest. Frank got one of the best of these and\ngave it to Lani and the next day as he and she rode on either side of\nthe team, for they drove us home, the sight of her was exceedingly\ngalling to Shenandoah who had to ride on the empty wagon, the cock\nappearing to crow over him at every bounce of her horse.\n\nHowever the fun was not out of us yet nor out of the bullock. They never\nseemed to tire giving us our money's worth. When we had arrived at\nWailuku we turned them into a corral where there was plenty of food and\ndrink and they ought to have been satisfied. Not so however, for, about\nmidnight a man came to our lodgings and said our cattle had got loose\ninto the cane fields, and, tired as we were we all had to get out and\nhunt them through the cane, and corral them once more.\n\nWe sailed across the plains easily enough but when we came to the region\nof gulches and night and the rain had set in the anxiety of those on the\nwagon for their safety was pathetic. We had some marvellous escapes but\nfinally arrived in camp in a half drowned condition.\n\nA couple of days afterwards the charcoal burner came over and told us\nthat Leong Sing had been there during our absence, and says he, \"there he\ncomes again.\" That evening he called on Lani and she flatly told him in\nsome expressive way that she wished no more of his attentions. He\nretired to the Chinese camp and we saw him no more.\n\nThe following day the Chinaman came over and asked where Leong Sing was.\nWe said we did not know. Then said he, \"he is dead for his hat is lying\nbeside the charcoal kiln and it looks as if he had fallen in and been\nconsumed.\" We went over to see and things did have that appearance, as\nthe roof had fallen in and the pit was a mass of flame. The Chinaman\nmust have taken the rejection of his suit very much to heart to have\ndestroyed himself by such a horrid route.\n\nThat same day Shenandoah rode off to Makawao on Lani's horse and\nreported the death of Leong Sing and swore out a complaint charging\nFrank Willoughby with the murder.\n\nA constable came over and took Frank away and when the coroner's inquest\nwas held the jury returned a verdict: \"died by the hands of some one\nunknown to us.\" At the examination before the magistrate Shenandoah and\nJoe Edwards both swore to having repeatedly heard Frank Willoughby\nthreaten to kill the Chinaman and the magistrate held Frank without bail\nto be tried by the next Circuit Court at Lahaina. He was taken off over\nthe mountains by a policeman. Joe Edwards skipped out for fear he might\nbe also arrested, for his threats were as pronounced as Frank's.\n\nWhen Frank and the guard got into Lahaina he sent for an old friend of\nhis father's who was practicing law there and he persuaded the Circuit\nJudge to accept bail as there had been no body found and no cause for\nthe calling of a coroner's jury and that the magistrate merely acted on\nthe hearsay of a pair who were jealous of the prisoner.\n\nFrank went home with Farwell and the latter advised him to return home\nto New York saying that he had frequently written to him advising such a\ncourse and his parents were exceedingly anxious about him. Frank refused\nto skip his bail and determined to stand trial like a man.\n\nWithin two weeks the Chinaman, Leong Sing, came in with his uncle who\nhad gone to search into the matter and Frank was ordered discharged. The\nChinaman had felt so heartbroken that he had wandered away up the ravine\nand climbed up on a ridge and kept on walking until he met a heavy\nshower and as it is pretty cold up there he turned to go back.\nUnfortunately he did not take the same ridge down, a thing likely enough\nto occur, as he had walked so far as to have passed the heads of several\nravines, and keeping too much to the right had brought up the following\nnight at Halehaku, some six miles from his point of departure. The\nnatives took care of him and in a few days he was enabled to get a horse\nand return to camp to the agreeable surprise of the rest of us.\n\nFrank took Mr. Farwell's advice and went straight home to New York.\nYears afterwards we were riding from Waihee to Lahaina by way of\nKahakuloa and arriving at the latter village we felt as if some fish and\npoi would taste good. It was a dilapidated looking place and the\nshanties were hardly improvements on pigsties, but we decided that it\nwas better to eat there than to risk going farther and finding none.\n\nWe stopped at the best looking shanty and were told they would prepare\nus some _opihi_, a shell fish abundant on the rocks there, the sale of\nwhich is about the only source of livelihood of the few inhabitants.\n\nImagine our surprise when we were called to eat to find that our hostess\nwas none other than Lani and that Shenandoah was our host and that their\neleven little black offsprings were the kids we saw perched on the\nfence.\n\nLani was an old fagged out woman without any traces of the belle she had\nbeen, and Shenandoah was blacker and uglier than ever. \"Apples of\nSodom,\" said my friend, and we paid for our opihi and poi and departed.\"\n\n                                                           J. W. GIRVIN.\n\n\n\n\nLegend\nof\nHiku i Kanahele\n\n\nAbove the long sloping hills of Kona where the coffee grows luxuriantly,\non the stately mountain of Hualalai, he lived, this Hiku I Kanahele.\nThat he existed there can be no doubt, for the Kamaainas will tell you\nthe most remarkable stories concerning him, which have been cherished\nwith all the old-time love of romance to the present matter-of-fact age,\nhanded down from generation to generation. They will tell you also that\nhis father Ku was a Demi-God and his mother Hina a Demi-Goddess, and\nwill eagerly show you a romantic relic of the past at the foot of the\nmountain, the Ke Ana o Hina--Cave of Hina, and will point out to you on\nthe Kona coast, not far from Kailua, with its soft, dreamy warm\natmosphere and enchanting bay, the palace where Hiku and his bride\nresided.\n\nKu and Hina had two children: Hiku, kane, and Kawelu, wahine, she being\nmany years his junior. Hiku, however, did not know of her existence, for\nwhen a very little kaikamahine she was given to the care of the brave\nChief of Holualoa, who reared her as his own child.\n\nBeautiful as the sunrise was Kawelu, with eyes as large, soft and brown\nas the heart of a sunflower, tall, and graceful as the palms which\nswayed in the murmuring breezes in her palace garden, with a disposition\nsweet as the maile wreaths and ohia leis her maidens wove to adorn her\njet-black hair, or wind around her willowy shapely form.\n\nMany were the young chiefs who sought her favors, but for all she had\nonly smiles of friendship, though at times, with the wanton coquetry\ninnate in the heart of every beautiful woman, she would smile archly and\ninvitingly upon some handsome Alii, then regard him with a saucy\nindifference which made her doubly precious in his eyes. Agile as she\nwas beautiful, her equal could not be found throughout the Isle in\nathletic games. Often, in the pastime of throwing the spear, had she\nevaded half a dozen of these dangerous weapons cast at her at once,\ncatching some with her hands, warding off or eluding the others. None\ncould hurl the arrows so dextrously as she, nor ride so swiftly on the\nholua down the steep hills, and few cared to leap from such lofty rocks\ninto the swollen streams; and she would think it a light task to swim\nfor miles upon the gently swelling waters of the blue ocean, saying with\na merry laugh that the dreaded Mano was her good friend. But the pastime\nshe loved best of all was surf riding, and so wondrously expert was she\nin this exhilarating sport, and so beautiful did she appear standing\nerect on her board on the crest of an incoming wave, breaking in snowy\nfoam all around her, so like a radiant Nymph or Goddess freshly risen\nfrom the seething waters, that the onlookers would burst into thunderous\napplause, calling her Kawelu the Beautiful, which was borne echoing up\nthe mountain for many miles; and it was there in his home on the\nmountain top that Hiku heard these strange sounds wafted thither by the\nvagrant winds. Often had he asked his mother what they meant, but always\nevasive were her answers, for well she knew, with her wonderful power of\ndivining the future, what the result would be if he should know. But at\nlast, so persistent were his queries, she told him the sounds he heard\nwere the voices of the people, applauding the most lovely wahine in all\nthe world, praising her beauty and skill as she rode on the waves, and\nthat this beautiful maiden was his own sister. Then a great warm desire\nfilled his breast, and he said: \"I must go to her; I must see this\ncharming sister of mine, and ride with her on the waves.\" With commands\nand entreaties Hina endeavored to detain him, but to no purpose. Then\nshe told him they would fall in love with each other, and that would\nbring great pilikia, for it was considered then a proper thing for the\nchiefs to make love to and marry their own sisters.\n\nThe next day Hiku departed for the coast with a surf board made by his\nfather. Being descended from the Gods he had all their innate beauty of\nform and cleverness; and the manner in which he rode the waves called\nforth the plaudits of the assembled crowd again and again.\n\nKawelu, who at this time was indolently lying on the royal mats in the\npalace, her shapely form being lomilomied by her attentive maids,\ninquired why the people applauded so heartily, and on being told there\nhad come a stranger to the shore as strong and graceful and athletic as\na God, and that he was riding her favorite nalu, which were tabu to\nthose not of Royal birth, hastily encircled her slender waist with her\npa'u, and with the Leipalaoa around her neck (an ivory insignia of\nroyalty enclosed in human hair), hurried to the beach, and there upon\nthe white gleaming crests of her own nalu saw the most handsome youth\nher liquid eyes smiled upon with a malo around his loins, borne swiftly\ntowards her, landing almost at her feet. Their eyes met, and both stood\nstill as though transfixed by some delightful sensation, then with a\nsudden joyous impulse she took the Leipalaoa from her bosom and threw it\naround his neck, expressing a desire for him, it being a privilege,\ngraciously accorded her royal station, to ask whom she pleased to be her\nlover. Hiku with all the fervor of the poetical nature returned her\nimpromptu affection, for she appeared to him like one of his beautiful\nancestors, who were Gods and Goddesses, of whom Ku and Hina had told him\nmarvellous stories in his boyhood.\n\nThe happy lovers repaired to the Chief, the foster father of Kawelu, and\nwhen he learned of Hiku's exalted station readily gave consent to their\nunion.\n\nSeveral months sped swiftly by, never had time tripped along so merrily,\nhis jaunty footsteps being hastened by hilarious luaus where hulas were\nsung and danced; and throughout the happy period the two lovers nestled\ntogether like a pair of cooing doves, never out of each other's\npresence. None amongst the hundreds of guests could dance the hulas with\nsuch ease and grace, nor sing so harmoniously; and when linked arm in\narm as they rode on their surf boards on the hissing breakers, their\nhandsome forms erect and stately, they seemed to the wondering gazers\nlike the offspring of the Gods from some mystic realm beyond the waste\nof waters surrounding their tranquil isle or from one of the millions of\nmoving worlds that shone above at night, which ever filled them with awe\nand amazement.\n\nBut there comes a time in the sweetest moments of our lives when the\ncauses which induced them cease to operate, when Love itself grows tired\nof loving. Hiku had never before been so long away from his parents, and\nhaving drank to satiety of the love of his graceful Kawelu, a strong\nyearning filled his heart to see his mother Hina, a yearning which\nincreased daily, till at length he told his affectionate bride that he\nmust leave her for awhile. With tears and entreaties she implored him to\nstay, fearing this was a ruse to abandon her, that he no longer wished\nher caresses; but he became sullen and obstinate, and one day at sunrise\nhe stealthily left the couch of his sweet young wife, whose eyes were\nsoftly closed in blissful slumber.\n\nKawelu awoke; Hiku was gone, and whither? Perhaps forever? These were\nthe thoughts which swiftly filled her mind, and caused her eyes to weep\nrivers of tears. Then she wildly prayed to the Gods to bring him back to\nher aching bosom, and finding no response, set out alone along the\nmountain trail towards his home, where she surmised he was journeying.\nBut Hiku with his natural intuition knew of her design, and calling to\nhis aid the clouds he bade them intercept her path, and the rain he bade\nfall to make slippery the ground for her feet, and the branches of the\ntrees and the ferns and vines to detain her. Despite these obstacles,\nwith all Love's fond foolishness, Kawelu followed her recreant lover for\nmany hours, to sink at last exhausted on the cold wet earth, her soft\nskin torn by the thorny bushes and branches of the ohias, and her long\nsilken hair tossed wildly around her form where the ieie vine had\nclutched it as she passed. Salt tears flowed from her eyes; her rosy\nmorning dream of Love had vanished, and the black despair of night had\ntaken its place. Calling loudly in the unbroken silence of the forest\nfor her lover, she chanted the following lines pathetically:\n\n  Pii ana Hiku i ke kualono,\n  Ka lala e kau kolo ana;\n  I keekeehiia e ka ua,\n  Helelei ka pua ilalo,\n  E Hiku hoi e,\n  Hoi mai kaua e!\n\nWhich roughly translated are as follows:\n\n  Hiku has gone up the mountain,\n  Where the long winding branches are creeping,\n  And the blossoms fall thickly around\n  Where the rain on the branches is weeping:\n  Oh Hiku! come back to me!\n\nThe radiant tropic morning has dawned, the sun has kissed the raindrops\nfrom the faces of the flowers, but on the sweet gentle face of Kawelu\nthe raindrops of her heart still fall unceasingly! Vainly her father\ntries to soothe her grief, for he had found her weeping and shivering on\nthe lonely mountain side; vainly her maids cluster around with soft\nwords of condolence. At length she sleeps, and they leave her, praying\nto the Gods to take away this great sorrow, to make her again the warm\nray of sunshine, gladdening all with which it came in contact. When they\nreturned Kawelu was dead! Grieved beyond endurance by her tragic loss\nshe sought release in Death for this maddening pain her heart could\nnever hold, fastening with her own gentle fingers around her smooth\nround throat the death-inducing cord!\n\nHiku had greeted his mother Hina with a kiss, but she bent upon him\nreproachful eyes, and said \"My son, you have killed your sister; already\nshe lies dead through loss of you! You must now go and try to undo the\ngreat wrong you have committed.\" Then Hiku in despair rushed down the\nmountain accompanied by Ku, and reaching the palace of his beautiful\nKawelu found his mother's words to be true, and with loud manifestations\nof grief had her body placed in a dark cool room which was tabu to all.\n\nBy his superior intuition Ku discerned Kawelu's soul had gone to Aina\nMilu, a region of pleasure in the underwood, a place where the spirits\nof those who break Nature's laws go at death, where no sun ever shines.\nThe entrance to this realm of shades he found to be in the fertile\nvalley of Waipio, and thither he and the now distracted Hiku swiftly\nsped, gathering as they went the Kowali vine, weaving of it a stout\nrope. On the side of the valley they discovered a large hole (pointed\nout by the natives to the present day) which Ku said was the entrance to\nthis darksome world of festive spirits. Hiku unwound his huge coil of\nrope with the delicate blue and white Kowali flowers entwined in its\nstrands, and prepared to descend into the dark pit. Previous to doing\nso, however, he provided himself with an empty cocoanut shell, and\nrubbed his body all over with some rotten kukui nut oil, which emitted a\nmost offensive odor, and with a kukui nut for a light, whilst Ku firmly\nheld the rope, he descended into the blackness.\n\nOn reaching the bottom he found himself in a gloomy region amidst thorny\ntrees without leaves and fruit, dry and barren, with a close heavy\nstifling atmosphere, whose odor excited the senses and produced an\nintense thirst. Countless numbers of spirits were gathered there, all\nactive and restless, engaged in the very games they were fond of on\nearth. A great luau was being prepared, where thousands of phantom pigs\nand chickens were cooking in fires that gave no light. The Demon King\nMilu was going that night to marry a beautiful fresh young soul who had\njust arrived in his weird realm; and looking towards the throne of the\nking Hiku in dismay saw she was none other than his own lost bride.\n\nMuch excitement was created by the presence of Hiku, but he smelled so\nbadly of the rotten kukui nuts that the spirits did not care to approach\nvery closely, designing him \"Ke akua pilau,\"--the bad smelling ghost.\n\nThe merry game of Kilu was going on at the time, and in a few moments\nhis presence was forgotten in its absorbing delights. The game is one of\nlove, a wahine taking in her hand a small ball, with which she endeavors\nto strike the kanaka she desires, chanting at the same time a verse of a\nsong, and if successful he becomes her immediate lover.\n\nKawelu was still seated on the elevated throne, holding in her dainty\nfingers the little ball which was the promoter of this intense\nmerriment. Her mobile lips were chanting a cooing refrain, one which she\nand Hiku together had composed on earth in the glad days of their brief\nwedded life. In the midst of it she stopped, and he took up the chant,\nall the others remaining silent, as the song was unknown to them.\nInstantly she called in a tremulous voice, \"Who is this that sings;\" as\nthough some forgotten memory had wakened in her soul. No one spoke; then\nshe left her place and went amongst the throng, looking into each face\nuntil she came to Hiku, who was crouching low, when she stopped, but\nfinding in him a bad-smelling ghost she returned and recommenced the\nchant. Again she paused a moment when half through, and once more Hiku\ntook up the refrain. Kawelu was intensely agitated; this time she\nobserved it was the bad-smelling spirit who chanted the remainder of her\nmelody, and again approached him, but he during this time had made a\nswing of his long rope and was swiftly swinging backwards and forwards,\nto the delight of the clustering spirits who had never seen anything of\nthe kind before. \"How smart the bad-smelling ghost is,\" they said,\nwhilst Kawelu clapped her hands delightedly at the performance,\nexpressing a desire to get on the swing; but Hiku, disguising his voice,\nsaid \"this is a very difficult thing to learn; you might injure yourself\nseriously if you tried it without my help; if you sit in my lap I will\nswing you, then afterwards you can swing by yourself.\" But the swinging\nspirit smelled so strongly she would not accept his invitation until\nthey had placed a long wrapper around him, when she did as he suggested.\nHigher and higher Hiku sent the swing; with all the strength of his\nnervy, muscular, frame he propelled it back and forth, holding Kawelu\nclose to his heart the while, which was beating rapidly with trembling\nhopes. Suddenly he pulled on the rope, the signal agreed on with his\nfather to haul him up, and immediately, still moving in long tremendous\nsweeps, the swing rose high in the air, higher and higher each instant,\namidst the alarmed shouts of the subjects of Milu, whose shrill cries\nechoed gruesomely along the avenues of foliageless trees, \"He is\nstealing the King's wahine, he is stealing the King's wahine.\" Milu\nleaped madly forward to snatch her from his arms, but slipped on the\nKilu ball, which lay on the ground, he fell heavily forward, and was\ntrampled under the feet of his excited minions, and swift as were their\nmovements, the marvellous strength of Ku, hauling up the swing, was more\navailing, for it shot up the black shaft with lightning rapidity, the\nstartled Kawelu struggling wildly to escape, Hiku clasping her tightly\nto his breast, holding her easily in his strong grasp, chanting some\nmystic words whereby she became smaller and smaller, until he held her\nin the hollow of his hand, when he forced her into the empty cocoanut\nshell, and holding his fingers firmly over the hole safely returned to\nearth, glad to escape from the gloom of this underworld of unwholesome\nmirth and ceaseless revelry. Quickly they turned their faces towards\nHualalai, looking in the distance like a dark ominous shadow, and before\nmany hours their anxious feet echoed in the chamber where lay the mute\nbody of Kawelu, still under strict tabu, no dog having barked in the\nvicinity of its sacred precincts, nor foot of man passed by the spot,\nsince their departure.\n\nThe spirit leaves the body through the eyes, through the little holes in\nthe corners of the eyes nearest the nose, when Death calls it. This Ku\nand Hiku knew, but they also knew that the spirit cannot return in the\nsame manner, that it must find its way, if ever it returns, into its\nearthly tenement of flesh and blood through the hollow in the sole of\nthe foot. Placing the cocoanut there, and removing his finger from the\nhole, Hiku commanded the spirit of his beloved Kawelu to enter her body,\nlying there so pathetically cold and still that the tears sprang to his\neyes as he gazed. The spirit went as far as the knee, when it returned;\nagain he commanded it to enter, and this time it went to the hip, but\ncould go no further. Once again he commanded the spirit to seek an\nentrance, and with fluttering heart and motionless limbs awaited the\noutcome of those terribly anxious moments, for well he knew how many\nwere the chances of the soul being lost in the intricate channels of the\nbody, then to his unbounded joy he perceived a slight pulsing movement\nof the eyelids, then a gradual unveiling of her liquid dark-brown orbs,\nas she murmured, \"Why did you wake me; I had so pleasant a sleep; why\ndid you not let me rest;\" but when she felt the warm-impassioned kisses\nof her lover on her cold lips, and heard his voice sounding in her ears\nlike rare music she vaguely remembered having heard before under sweet\nconditions, breathing protestations of affection and love, and when his\nwarm tears of joyous thankfulness fell on her smooth velvetry cheek, she\nawoke to a full realization of the tranquil bliss of love, of the\ndelicious unspeakable harmony poets vainly endeavor to describe,\nremembering vividly the weird events of the past few days, and her arms\ntwined lovingly around the form of her own Hiku, on whose trembling\nbosom she softly nestled.\n\nCenturies have passed; Hiku and Kawelu no longer exist on this plane of\naction, but whilst the Hawaiian race endures will live the story of\ntheir love, and the spectral past with its warriors and gods, and its\nwarm love and worship and song and story will ever be brilliantly\nreflected in their hearts. The lovers lived to a mellow old age, ever\nfaithful to each other, blessed with a numerous offspring, from whom the\nkings of Hawaii claimed descent. And the old kamaainas will earnestly\ntell you that every bit of this romantic story is absolutely true.\n\n                                                               MAURICIO.\n\n\n\n\nStory\nof a\nBrave Woman\n\n\nThree riders came out of the woods, and, turning into the road leading\nfrom Napoopoo to the uplands, slowly began the ascent. As they went up,\nthe long plains, reaching from the forest covered heights of Mauna Loa\nto the ocean, seemed to grow broader, and the sea rose higher, till the\nfar away horizon almost touched the sinking sun. Lanes of glassy water\nstretched from the shore into illimitable distance. A ship lying\nmotionless looked as if hanging in mid-air. Under the cliff the delicate\nlines of cocoanut and palm trees were silhouetted against the ocean\nmirror. Far to the south ran the black and frowning coast, relieved here\nand there by white lines of foam creeping lazily in from the ocean, only\nto look darker as the surf melted from sight. On the plain, little\nclusters of trees, or a house, or a thin curl of smoke, indicated the\npresence of men: and back of all rose the forest, vast, dim and\nmysterious, stretching away for miles till lost in the clouds resting\nsoftly on the bosom of the mountain.\n\nSuch a scene could not fail to arrest attention, and, though our riders\nwere tired, they reined in their horses to enjoy its quiet beauty.\n\n\"What a wonderful scene! I have been through Europe, feasted my eyes on\nthe Alps, and have seen the finest that America can produce, but I never\nsaw its equal,\" said the tourist.\n\n\"It looks as if such a picture might be the theatre of thrilling romance\nand history\" said the Coffee Planter. \"Is it not here that Captain Cook\nwas killed? And I think I have heard that a famous battle was fought\nsomewhere near: the last struggle of the past against advancing\nChristianity.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" replied the Native, slowly, with a lingering look in his eyes, as\nhe turned from the inspiring view to his companions. \"Yes, this is all\nhistoric ground. Over there under the setting sun, at Kuamoo, was fought\nthe battle of Kekuaokalani, and there a heroic woman braved and met\ndeath with her husband, a rebel chief. On these plains below and on\nyonder heights there have been many thrilling scenes in Hawaii's\nhistory. But all of the romance is not in the past. Do you see those\nhouses away down the coast, this side of the high lands of Honokua? See\nhow they glow in the setting sun-light. That is Hookena, and only a few\nyears ago it witnessed the last act in a simple drama, which can hardly\nbe excelled in all the tales of heroism in the past. It was told me in\npart by the woman who was or is the heroine, for she yet lives. And I\nlooked at her in wonder, because she was so unconscious of it all.\"\n\n\"Let us hear the story,\" said the Planter. \"We will sit on that high\npoint and watch this glorious scene fade into moonlight, while we rest\nand listen.\" They dismounted and stepped from the road to a projecting\nrock and, throwing themselves on the grass where none of the wonderful\nvision could be missed, listened. The Native looked a little embarrassed\nat his sudden transformation from guide to story-teller, but accepted\nthe position and began.\n\n\"Many years ago a native family lived a few miles above Hookena, on land\nwhich had been occupied by their ancestors for generations, for they\nbelonged to the race of chiefs. The house was hidden from the road, in\nthe midst of a grove of orange, bread-fruit, mango, banana and other\ntrees. It is on storied ground, for many stirring events in the past\nhistory of Hawaii had occurred here. A son and three daughters were the\nchildren. They received more than the usual care and attention given to\nHawaiian children, and had grown to man and womanhood serious and\nreflective. The young man, Keawe, was filled with a desire to do\nsomething noble for his dying race. Though he had travelled over the\nIslands and had been well received everywhere, yet he was heart-free,\nand said he would never marry, but wait untrammelled till his time for\naction should come. With eagerness he watched political developments at\nthe capital. His heart beat wildly when the last Kamehameha died, and\nKalakaua was elected King. Such a method of King-making did not suit his\nchivalric ideas. The records of personal prowess, of brave chiefs and\nnoble women were his delight. He mourned that such records belonged to\nthe well nigh forgotten past. His ambition was not ignoble. He wanted\nthe Hawaiians to be worthy of the best civilization, to maintain a\nHawaiian kingdom, because that the native was equal to it. While he\nmourned, he condemned the frequent failures, under which the native was\nforfeiting the confidence of his white friends. He was one of the\noverwhelming majority who regarded Kalakaua's accession as unworthy, and\nas the beginning of the end of Hawaiian supremacy.\n\nOne day, while fishing at the beach where he was doing more dreaming\nthan fishing; sometimes idly watching a laughing company of girls who\nwere bathing and surf-riding; he was startled by a cry of terror.\nSpringing to his feet, he saw that one of the girls was desperately\nstruggling to swim ashore, where her affrighted companions were running\nwildly about crying for help. Looking toward the sea he saw a large fin\non the surface rapidly following the swimmer. Accustomed to every\nathletic sport; perfectly at home in the water; always cool and self\npossessed, he saw, that to overtake her, the shark must pass a low rocky\nheadland, and in an instant he was there with a long knife in his hand.\nHe remembered seeing the face of the girl as she struggled desperately\nto escape. There was a single terrified glance, but he saw a beautiful\nwoman, with a face indicating a higher type than usual. There was no\ntime for admiration. The shark was turning and, with a horrid open\nmouth, was about to rush upon its victim. He gave a loud shout, jumped\nfull upon the huge beast, and in an instant had plunged his knife to the\nhilt again and again into its body. Then he was hurled into the seething\nbrine, as the frightened animal with frantic plunges rushed seaward.\nComing to the surface and looking about he saw the body of the girl near\nby. He thought her dead. She was indeed stunned and hurt, for the shark\ngave her a fearful blow in turning. It was the work of only a minute to\ndrag her out. There for a moment he saw the full measure of her youth\nand beauty, but did not wait for returning consciousness. Seeing that\nshe was recovering he walked swiftly away.\n\nBut he was wounded, and, denounce and reproach himself as he would, the\nsweet face ever and anon came before his eyes, and sent the blood\ntingling and dancing through his veins. He tried to crush out the image,\nand determined to enter into active life; to cease dreaming, and begin\nthen and at once to accomplish his high aims.\n\nThe political campaign, culminating in the election of 1886, had\ncommenced. Kalakaua had announced the aim of his reign: to increase and\ndevelope the Hawaiian people. \"Hawaii for the Hawaiians\" made an\ninspiring war cry. Keawe entered with energy and hope into the conflict.\nYet it troubled him, and it seemed as if there was something wrong in\nopposing the noble Pilipo, who had so long faithfully represented the\npeople of Kona in the National Legislature. But Kalakaua declared that\nPilipo must be replaced by another man, and was himself coming to assist\nin the conflict. With the ancient faith and confidence in the chief,\nKeawe put aside his doubts and worked day and night for the success of\nthe holy cause. It was holy to him and as the day of election drew near,\nhis belief grew stronger, that at last a deliverer had come and Hawaii\nwas to be redeemed. Already he saw, in a bright future, a government by\nHawaiians with full friendship for all nations, and cordial relations\nwith those who had helped his people into the best light of\ncivilization. The King came, and with him a troop of palace guards from\nHonolulu. When all of these were, by the royal will, duly registered as\nvoters, and means, other than argument and persuasion, were used to help\non the good cause, a chilly sense of something wrong cooled Keawe's\nardor. He met the King and was cordially received. His heart bounded\nwith pleasure at words of praise for his work. An invitation to a feast\nand dance was accepted, and only when he went and saw, did he realize\nthe mockery and sham behind the fine words. Heart sick, dizzy with a\nsore disappointment, early the next morning, when all were sleeping, he\nmounted his horse and stole away, alone. The cold mountain air relieved\nthe pain in his head, but his heart was weary and the future looked\ndark. He saw that if there was momentary triumph, all the sooner\ndisaster must come; and he longed to know how to avert the danger. He\ngrew weary thinking and trying to hope, and his thoughts went to other\nthings. Again he was in the water, struggling to save her life. Again\nthe sweet face appeared before him, so fair and gentle. The sun was hot\nnow; he had ridden for hours, and, alighting, threw himself on the grass\nand looked up through the leafy bower at the bright sky. Perhaps he\nslept; at any rate he dreamed that a sweet voice was singing \"Aloha oe.\"\nHe sat up and listened. It was not a dream, and a strong desire to see\nthe face of the singer possessed him. The voice drew nearer, then she\npassed near by carrying a pitcher, and went to a spring. It was the girl\nhe had saved from the shark! She wore a loose flowing gown of white, and\na maile branch twisted about her head hardly confined the silky hair\nwhich floated down her back. A coral pin held the gown at her neck.\nShort sleeves only partly hid her graceful and shapely arms.\n\nKeawe arose and stood watching. His heart beat tumultuously. No other\nwoman had so strongly moved him, and now he would speak and not run\nagain. A movement startled her, and rising with the dripping pitcher in\nher hand, she turned and saw him. That she knew him was instantly\nevident; but her eyes modestly dropped and she moved as if to go. But he\nwas in the path, and, seeing that, she hesitated and turned to go\nthrough the woods, but could not and stood again, looking at her feet\nwhich just peeped from below the gown. Keawe stepped towards her and\nsaid, \"Do you remember the shark?\" \"Yes, I know you,\" she replied. Her\neyes said more and he saw it again. As he stepped nearer she said, \"Why\ndid you not let me thank you? I thought you might come.\" It flashed\nthrough his mind that he had wasted two months pursuing an ignis fatuus,\nonly to have nothing but bitterness at the end, when it might have been\n----! \"I was afraid to come,\" he replied. \"I wanted to work for Hawaii\nand our people.\" \"Yes, I know,\" she said. \"You have spoken bravely. All\nKona trusts in your words!\" \"Did you believe them?\" he quickly asked.\n\"Do you believe in _me_?\" A look was her reply. \"Will you believe in me\nif I say that I have done with 'Hawaii for the Hawaiians', under such\nleadership?\" \"I will always believe in you. But come, you are tired. My\nfather will be glad to meet you,\" she said quickly. \"May I drink?\" he\nsaid, and held out his hand. She gave him the pitcher, which he held and\nlooked at the pretty figure standing near the spring. \"You are Rebecca\nat the well.\" \"And are you Abraham's servant?\" \"No, I am Isaac himself,\"\nhe replied and tried to take her hand. \"Oh! but Isaac did not meet\nRebecca at the well!\" And, laughing merrily, she ran down the path\ntowards her home. He followed but though he wanted, the opportunity for\nother words did not come; she was so coy.\n\nIt was not the only visit. Very often did business calls take him along\nthat lovely mountain road and there was always a welcome at the home of\nLilia. He told her of his love, and in April they were married.\n\nThey built a little cottage which nestled snugly in a quiet valley on\nthe mountain side, and there they passed a few months of perfect\nhappiness. All loved them. He was regarded as the wise adviser and\nfriend of the country-side. She became the gentle sister of those who\nwere ill, or suffering or wayward, and their home was the center of an\ninfluence which helped and lifted.\n\nBut a shadow came into their lives. He grew silent, reserved, almost\nafraid of his beautiful Lilia. She watched with eager anxiety and\nentreated his confidence, but his lips were sealed. Only his tremulous\nvoice and shaking hand betrayed suffering. Sometimes she fancied that\nhis hands grew palsied and his bright eye was dim, but repelled the\nfancy with terror. One day he came home with such a look that her heart\nstood still, and words died upon her lips. He gazed into her eyes with\npassionate agony and, taking her hands, said, \"Will you still believe in\nme if I say we must part; that I must leave you and go away, and you\nmust stay here and live out your life--your precious life, so dear to\nme--all, all alone?\" Then her courage came, and she said, \"No, I will\nnever leave you. You are mine. I must go too, wherever you go!\" \"But,\"\nsaid he, \"I have seen the examining surgeon to-day, and he says that I\nmust go by the next trip of the steamer to Honolulu.\" And then the full\nmeasure of her woe dawned upon the stricken wife. With unutterable\nanguish she threw her arms about his body and clasped him tightly to her\nbreast. \"I was allowed to come here and prepare to go, and to bid a last\nfarewell to all I hold so dear. I shall never see these trees, the\nflowers, this house, my friends, nor you, my precious wife, again.\" But\nher face had grown hard and stern, and, relaxing her hold, she told her\nplan. It was to take him into a far off deep recess in the woods. There\nwas up the mountain side a deep crater, overgrown with trees, ferns,\nvines and a wild luxuriance of growth, which kindly nature had draped so\nsoftly that its hideousness was lost. It was considered inaccessible,\nand only the family knew of an ancient lava cavern which entered its\ndeepest recess. One of several mouths of the cavern was near the house.\n\"But the law says that I must go,\" he urged. \"There is no law higher than\nmy love for you,\" and he yielded to her imperious urgency. Quickly and\nstealthily she carried there such articles as the simplest life might\nrequire, and a few days later, when the officers of the law came, Keawe\nwas not to be found and no one knew where they had gone.\n\nWith untiring love the wife watched and aided her husband. Together they\nbuilt a little bower out of view from the upper edges of the crater,\nunder the spreading branches of a kukui tree. A little pool, fed by the\nconstant drip from the over-hanging wall, supplied them with pure water.\nNear at hand, under a mass of ferns, maile and ieie, was the mouth of\nthe cavern. She grew familiar with its turns and windings, till she\nalmost dared to brave its black recesses without a torch. In one of its\ndry and sheltered windings, she stored articles of food and clothing,\nthinking that sometime a watch might be stationed at the home on the\nhill-side, and she could not venture out. But days melted into weeks;\nweeks became months: two years passed, and their hiding place was not\ndiscovered. No one came, though Keawe often longed to see the faces of\nfriends. But they were afraid to venture near and the cavern echoed only\nto her feet, and the silence of the deep pit was only broken by their\nvoices and the music of birds. At times, a sudden gust rushed down the\nsteep sides and every tree waved and bowed its head, and the leaves of\nthe banana rustled and quivered. The sun-light only touched the bottom\nin summer and then for a few minutes only. But it was not gloomy, the\nglorious sky was always there and the brilliant light, and bloom and\nfragrance filled the air. No, it was not always bright, sometimes\ntempests whirled far over their heads; trees in the world above tossed\ntheir branches over the abyss, leaves and twigs fell gently, or\nbranches, and once, a tree, were hurled down with deafening noise. The\nroar of thunder, and vast sheets and torrents of rain filled the pit.\nOnce, in a still night, they were startled and terrified by a sudden\nboom far below their feet and the earth shook, stones rattled down the\nrocky sides of the abyss, and they remembered the dread power of the\nvolcano. \"It is Pele! she is angry with us!\" cried Lilia. \"No,\" replied\nher husband, \"we have thrown ourselves into the protecting bosom of the\nGoddess! We are safe in her arms.\" They were safe from human sight and\ninterference, and Lilia's soul feasted in the presence of him she loved.\nShe poured out upon him such a wealth of devotion, that a miser might\nhave envied. But alas, though safe from man, he was under the fell power\nof disease, and slowly yielded. Day after day he grew weaker and less\nable to help himself, until the fond wife performed the most menial\ntasks. But they were not menial to her. Every thing for him was a glory\nand a joy.\n\n\"I cannot last long,\" he said one day, \"and I want you to have my lands.\nGet your mother's young husband, the lawyer, to come, that it may be\nsettled.\" He came, and, looking wonderingly about, prepared a deed which\nhe said would accomplish the object. Keawe was not satisfied. \"It sounds\nwrong--why should the name of your wife appear?\" he asked. \"She is your\nwife's mother,\" was the reply, \"and you cannot convey to your wife\ndirect. When this deed is recorded my wife can then convey to your wife.\nYou must hurry or it will be too late,\" said the coming man. With some\ndoubt still, but trusting to his friend's good faith, knowing he was\nalone cut off from all the world, Keawe signed, and the deed was taken\naway. Patiently they waited for weeks to finish the business, \"and\nthen,\" said Keawe, \"you will have a home.\" But the lawyer did not come,\nand evaded Lilia's eager questions.\n\nOne day when returning to the cavern, her heart stood still as she saw\nslowly emerging from its mouth, several police officers, bearing on a\nrough litter the helpless form of her beloved Keawe. At a glance she saw\nthe whole base deception. Her step-father had betrayed their secret\nhiding place, and the end had come! With a frantic wail of despair, she\nflung herself at their feet and begged and implored. But her entreaties\nwere vain, and the sick man was taken to Hookena where the steamer was\nwaiting. At the landing, as the boat drew near the shore, she learned\nthat he was to go alone and then her grief knew no bounds. As he was put\non board and turned imploring eyes on her, she made a desperate attempt\nto go too, and in her struggle her clothing was almost torn away. The\nofficers of the law thought they were doing their duty, but their eyes\nwere full of pity. \"Keawe! Oh Keawe, my beloved husband!\" she cried,\n\"let me go with you!\" But no answer came. The steamer turned her head\ntowards the sea, and he was gone. She fell to the earth, and lay with\nburied face for many minutes. It seemed to her that nothing was left and\nbitterly she mourned her loss. But suddenly starting, she asked eagerly\nfor a horse, which was furnished at once by a sympathetic friend.\nMounting, she went without stopping for rest or food until, on the\nsecond day, Kawaihae was reached. Soon a steamer came, and she went to\nHonolulu, only to hear on landing that Keawe had died on the trip down.\nGiving way to despair, she dejected sought the house of an aunt, where\nshe was kindly received, and there she remained for several months.\"\n\n\"And that is the story,\" said the Native.\n\n\"It is rather sad, but she was a heroine sure enough,\" said the Planter.\n\nThe pale light of the crescent moon served only to render the landscape\nshadowy. All nature rested: An owl fluttered slowly by and a soft murmur\nfrom far below told that the restless sea alone moved. There was no\nother sound. The riders mounted and silently stole away.\n\n                                                             THE NATIVE.\n\n\n\n\n  Transcriber's note:\n\n  The transcriber has corrected typographical errors from the original\n  book and listed them here.\n\n  On page 15, \"wont\" changed to \"won't.\"\n\n  On page 30, \"statue\" changed to \"stature.\"\n\n  On page 33, \"waived\" changed to \"waved.\"\n\n  On page 34, \"mightest\" changed to \"mightiest.\"\n\n  On page 36, \"then\" changed to \"them.\"\n\n  On page 48, \"wesminster\" changed to \"Westminster.\"\n\n  On page 73, \"parisitic\" changed to \"parasitic.\"\n\n  On page 73, \"convolvulous\" changed to \"convolvulus.\"\n\n  On page 94, \"gentlefingers\" changed to \"gentle fingers.\"\n\n  On page 97, \"grief\" changed to \"brief.\"\n\n  On page 100, \"unyholesome\" changed to \"unwholesome.\"\n\n  On page 102, \"velvetry\" changed to \"velvety.\"\n\n  On page 121, a quotation mark was added (\"It sounds wrong--why should\n  the name of your wife appear?\")\n\n\n\n\n\n\n<pre id=\"pg-footer\">","title":"Six prize Hawaiian stories of the Kilohana Art League","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":20876}