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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Six Prize Hawaiian Stories of the Kilohana Art League: + Kalani; A Legend of Haleakala; Peleg Chapman's Sharks; + 'Twas Cupid's Dart; Legend of Hiku i Kanahele; The Story + of a Brave Woman + +Authors: Emma L. Dillingham, Geo. H. De La Vergne, +W. N. Armstrong, J. W. Girvin, The Native + +Release Date: March 1, 2011 [EBook #35437] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIX PRIZE HAWAIIAN STORIES *** + + + + +Produced by David Edwards, Andrew Chesley and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<table class="tr" summary="tn" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 3em;"> +<tr> + <td class="note"> + <h4>Transcriber's Note</h4> +<p>The transcriber has corrected typographical errors from the original book, +with the original text in tooltips marked by <ins title="Transcriber's note">dotted underlines</ins>.</p> + +<p>Sundry missing of damaged punctuation has been repaired.</p> + +<p>This book contains Hawaiian words and some dialect ('sailor's cant/slang'; 'Hawaiian English'), which have been retained.</p> + +<p>Examples:</p> +<p>"Caught plenty on 'em," said the sailor. "Been around the Horn and up in +the Artic for sperm and right whales. Plenty of lay money too. Down in +Wyhee (Oh-why-hee* = Hawaii) plenty of gals and bananas."</p> + +<p class="footnote">* or similar spelling, seen on a statue of Captain James Cook, k. 1779, Hawaii.</p> + +<p>"the redmen to make their home near his hale and they should be aliis in ... +... sent his lunapais into every valley and along the sea to summon the alii...."</p> + +</td></tr></table> + +<h1><img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Hawaiian Stories." title="Hawaiian Stories." width="400" height="481" /></h1> +<p> </p> + +<h2 style="margin-top: 2em;">SIX PRIZE</h2> +<h1>Hawaiian Stories</h1> +<h3>OF THE</h3> +<h2 style="margin-top: 2em;">KILOHANA ART LEAGUE</h2> +<p> </p> +<h4>Honolulu:<br /> +Hawaiian Gazette Company<br /> +1899</h4> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page_3" id="page_3">[3]</a></span></p> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<table summary="contents" width="60%" align="center"> +<tr> + <td><a class="contents" href="#page_5">Kalani—Emma L. Dillingham</a></td> + <td class="tocpg"><a href="#page_5">5</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><a class="contents" href="#page_24">A Legend of Haleakala—Geo. H. De La Vergne</a></td> + <td class="tocpg"><a href="#page_24">24</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><a class="contents" href="#page_44">Peleg Chapman's Sharks—W. N. Armstrong</a></td> + <td class="tocpg"><a href="#page_44">44</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><a class="contents" href="#page_64">'Twas Cupid's Dart—J. W. Girvin</a></td> + <td class="tocpg"><a href="#page_64">64</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><a class="contents" href="#page_85">Legend of Hiku i Kanahele—Mauricio</a></td> + <td class="tocpg"><a href="#page_85">85</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><a class="contents" href="#page_104">The Story of a Brave Woman—A Native</a></td> + <td class="tocpg"><a href="#page_104">104</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="page_5" id="page_5">[5]</a></span></p> + +<h2><img src="images/title_ch1.jpg" width="400" height="43" alt="Kalani" title="Kalani" /></h2> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter I.</span></h3> + +<p><img class="figleft" src="images/letter_qA.jpg" width="86" height="100" alt='"A' title='"A' /><br /> +<i>uhea oe, Nalima? Elua nahae hou + o kuu lole!</i>"<a name="ft1" id="ft1"></a><a href="#f1"><sup>[1]</sup></a> +"<i>Auwe, pela?</i>"<a name="ft2" id="ft2"></a><a href="#f2"><sup>[2]</sup></a> replied +the old woman addressed, taking +at the same time from Kalani's +hands a coat that might best be +described as one of many colors. +The old man seated himself on the floor of the little +hut, and gazed at this same coat in a manner +savoring of dejection. "Yes," he said, "while I +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_6" id="page_6">[6]</a></span> +was digging around the taro down by the stream, +I left it hanging on a branch of the big kukui +tree, but when I returned to put it on, I found +that it had blown off, caught on a piece of +bark and torn that hole. Do you think you can +mend it so that I can wear it on Sunday? You +know I have no other. <i>Pilikia maoli!</i>" (sad +plight), and Kalani gave a grunt that embodied +many emotions.</p> +<p class="note"><a name="f1" id="f1"></a><a href="#ft1">[1]</a>: "Where are you, Nalima? Here are two new rents in my clothes!"</p> + +<p class="note"><a name="f2" id="f2"></a><a href="#ft2">[2]</a>: "Oh dear! is that so?" </p> + +<p>Nalima's small, slightly withered hands were +turning the coat tenderly. Patch had already +been placed upon patch, nearly every one differing +in material and color from the original fabric, +which was a cotton twill, and the bleachings of +sun and soap had added variety in many shades +of blue and brown.</p> + +<p>Yes, she had a little piece of blue flannel left +that would just fit this new rent, she mused, and +the whole thing must be washed again. She was +sure she could have it ready to wear that same +night. This hopeful view enabled her old husband +to start again with his <i>o-o</i> (Hawaiian spade) +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_7" id="page_7">[7]</a></span> +for the garden patch. He removed his tattered +hat as he went, revealing a head of fine proportions. +The forehead was high and full, and the +top bald and shining. Soft, white locks clustered +in his neck, and a white beard several inches +in length gave a distinguished look to his face. +Patience looked from his soft dark eyes and the +expression about his mouth was kind and firm. +The small rush mat which Nalima had been +braiding when Kalani arrived with his tale of +woe was laid aside, and, from a very meager +supply of housewifely stores, a needle, thread, +and bit of flannel were produced. Her dim eyes +strained themselves to adjust the patch to the +torn edges, and her trembling hands set the +stitches with patient effort. Meanwhile the +thoughts of the old wife wandered into the past. +The long-ago was a happy time to re-live. When +they were young, in Kauikeaouli's time, Kalani +had been a <i>kanaka nui</i> (great man) among Hawaiians. +He had been a <i>luna</i> (overseer) in their +valley and had directed the <i>konohiki</i> (chief's resident +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_8" id="page_8">[8]</a></span> +land-agent) labor for years. His own <i>kuliana</i> +(land-holding) was a large one, and the +rights of the stream for some acres were +his. He in his turn controlled the work of others +for himself. Their house was large and high +and had a window of glass in one end; the +<i>hikie</i> (bedstead) was a pile of mats soft and +fine, and the bedding was of the finest <i>kapa</i>.<a name="ft3" id="ft3"></a><a href="#f3"><sup>[3]</sup></a> +There was always a plenty of <i>poi</i><a name="ft4" id="ft4"></a><a href="#f4"><sup>[4]</sup></a> in the calabash; +ti roots, kukui-nuts, cocoa-nuts and breadfruit +abounded for more delicate dishes. They themselves +were well and strong, and oh! how proud +they were of their boy and girl. Like a dream +had been the years between. Sovereign had succeeded +sovereign. Epidemics has decimated the +people. The <i>konohiki</i> labor had lapsed. +Strangers had leased the lands, fences now barred +the way, and keys effectually locked the fastnesses +from the ramblers and seekers for shells and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_9" id="page_9">[9]</a></span> +ferns. Their own acres had been cajoled away +from them, and only this little hut far up the +valley, and a small plot of land, on which they +with difficulty raised a little <i>taro</i> and a few sweet +potatoes, remained. They were allowed to retain +possession of this as compensation for guarding +the leased lands of the valley against trespassers, +but they received no money. The children had +grown and gone. The daughter had married and +lived a few years at Kona, Hawaii, then died. +The son had braved the Arctic cold and had been +a sailor for years on a whale ship. But many, +many moons had passed since his last visit home; +probably he, too, was dead. They themselves +were growing old now; they had no chance to +earn money; economy had crystallized for them +into the problem of how long they could make +things last. Kalani would be broken-hearted +when his coat was too old to wear to church, for, +rain or sun, he faithfully attended the service at +the mouth of the valley every Sunday afternoon, +walking several miles to do so. While Nalima +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_10" id="page_10">[10]</a></span> +sewed and mused, Kalani, wrestling with mountain +<i>nahelehele</i> (wild growth) was thinking +too. Perhaps the vigor in the arm that +drove the <i>o-o</i> into the grass stirred the +thought cells in his head; the mental result, +however, was not retrospection, but determination +to do some thing in the immediate +future to help the present condition of +affairs. "I <i>must</i> have a new coat. I cannot wear +my old one to church any longer. I have no +money, but perhaps some one will give me clothes +if I ask for them. I have never begged, and +Nalima wouldn't let me beg now if she knew +about it; I musn't tell her. It is more than two +years since I have been beyond the church, but +there are <i>haole</i> (foreign) families living not far +from there, and I'll go to them. I'll tell Nalima +I'm going to try to sell some eggs, we've got six +saved in the pail, and perhaps I can buy some +salmon to bring home to her. It would taste +good (<i>ono loa</i>) to her. I'll go tomorrow morning." +And, full of his resolve, Kalani shouldered +his o-o and returned to his hut.</p> +<p class="note"><a name="f3"></a><a href="#ft3">[3]</a>: A cloth made from bark.</p> + +<p class="note"><a name="f4" id="f4"></a><a href="#ft4">[4]</a>: The Hawaiian "staff of life." A paste made of pounded <i>taro</i> root mixed with water.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_11" id="page_11">[11]</a></span> + +<h3><a name="chapterII" id="chapterII"></a><span class="smcap">Chapter II.</span></h3> + +<p>"Ruth, please see who is knocking at the side +door," said Mrs. Hamilton early one morning in +the month of August. "It's a native man, Mamma," +said Ruth a moment later, "he wants to see you, +but says he can wait until you can come. I +think he has never been here before; he is very +old; and he has a small tin pail with him." When +Mrs. Hamilton opened the door leading to the +veranda, the rising sun was glorifying a strip of +lawn, glancing among young orange trees, glowing +along an hibiscus hedge, and giving an effect +beyond description to a golden-shower tree in +full bloom. On either side of the steps leading +to the drive, banks of ferns stood crisp and cool. +The grass was bright with fairy rainbows strung +on drops of dew. "Oh, what a morning to +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_12" id="page_12">[12]</a></span> +be alive!" thought Mrs. Hamilton, "what, I +wonder, will be the first thing given me to do +this beautiful day?" From the lower step arose, +at this instant, Kalani. With the grace and dignity +natural to the Hawaiian, he bared his head, +and, holding his tattered hat in his hand, gave the +friendly salutation "Aloha" which Mrs. Hamilton +returned in as friendly a tone. Noting in an +instant the splendid proportions of his head, his +fine brow, and the character which shone from +every feature of his up-turned face, it was with +the sincerest interest that she asked in Hawaiian, +"What can I do for you, what would you like?" +Kalani took a step sideways into the ferns, still +looking up into her eyes, and, with various apologetic +expressions flitting across his face, finally +took hold of the lapel of his coat with his left +hand and, drawing it slightly forward, said, "I +didn't know but perhaps you had a cast-off coat +that you would be willing to give me. This one +is very old and has many holes. If I had a +better one I should wear it to church and that +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_13" id="page_13">[13]</a></span> +would be <i>maikai loa</i> (very pleasant), but, if not, +never mind, it will be all right" (<i>like pu, he maikai +no ia</i>). Mrs. Hamilton's quick eye took in at +a glance the entire suit in which this son of the +soil stood. His garments showed their many +patches, and she thought that the colors of the +remnants still clinging together, would be difficult +to reproduce upon any painter's palette. +Stepping within the bedroom door she found +Mr. Hamilton adjusting his necktie before the +mirror. "George," she said, "do you suppose you +have a second-hand coat I might give this man? +He needs one badly enough. There is something +singularly appealing about him, and, you can see +in a moment, he is no beggar."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I guess so," said Mr. Hamilton, first taking +a glance through the door at Kalani and then +proceeding to his wardrobe. Presently he returned +and handed his wife an entire suit of grey woolen +clothes. "My," said she, "he has asked only for +a <i>coat</i>! I'll give them to him one by one. Come +out and enjoy the good time with me." Returning +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_14" id="page_14">[14]</a></span> +to the veranda she held up the coat. "Do you +suppose this will fit you?" she asked. "Oh yes, +yes!" was the quick reply, "you must see for +yourself," and his hands trembled as he carefully +withdrew the delicate coat he wore from his +shoulders. "See, see, it fits, it fits!" (<i>Ku no, +ku no!</i>) and his hands stroked down the sleeves, +and lovingly patted the pocket flaps.</p> + +<p>His expressions of delight and appreciation +were cut short by Mrs. Hamilton's holding up the +trousers. "What do you think about these?" +Kalani shot a lightning glance at Mr. Hamilton, +who stood on the veranda enjoying the scene, +and said "Oh, yes, we are just the same size." +"He," pointing to Mr. Hamilton, "isn't any bigger +than I am." Taking the trousers, the old man +avowed most solemnly that they would be just +right (<i>ku pono loa</i>). "Besides," said he with a +look of conscious pride, "I've got an old wife who +can fix them if they are not." So that point was +settled. The vest was now held up. "Of course +you don't want this," said Mrs. Hamilton, "it will +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_15" id="page_15">[15]</a></span> +make you too warm." "A vest, a vest!" he cried, +"no it <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'wont'">won't</ins>, oh, I shall be too proud for anything, +(<i>hookano maoli</i>) to have a vest!"</p> + +<p>All three were laughing by this time, Kalani +as much as the others. "Dear me," said Mr. +Hamilton, "this is getting interesting. I must +see if I can't find him something else." In a +moment he was back with a neat, striped negligee +shirt, which he himself offered the old man. The +expression on the shining face of the native as he +received this fresh gift, was something to remember. +It was brother looking into brother's +face, with a something too deep for words. It +was an expression that one would like to meet +again, in the world beyond.</p> + +<p>"Let's give him a hat," said George Jr., who +had joined the group on the veranda, "there are +a lot on the hat-tree to spare." The tattered hat +under Kalani's arm had not spoken in vain. As +the boy was searching for one, his father cried to +him, "Bring the silk hat from the top peg." "No, +no," said Mrs. Hamilton, "don't let us spoil a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_16" id="page_16">[16]</a></span> +good thing by allowing the old man to think we +are making fun of him." "Fun of him!" said Mr. +Hamilton, "I tell you I know what will please his +soul, and it's a silk hat, now see if it's not." +George first handed his mother a brown derby, +only slightly the worse for wear, and then a silk +hat still possessed of a good shine but not the +most modern in shape. Having only the first in +evidence, Mrs. Hamilton again addressed Kalani. +"Do you think you could wear this hat?" "That +hat for me? Oh how fine! Yes, yes, I know—" +here his words failed, for his eyes had caught +sight of the silk hat, which Mr. Hamilton was in +a great hurry to prove would be the climax of his +life. "Here, try this, I guess you can make it +stick on," he said. The brown derby fell among +the ferns, and trembling hands seized the shining +beaver. "<i>Auwe, auwe! heaha keia! ka nani! +ka maikai! Auwe! ka lokomaikai!</i>"<a name="ft5" id="ft5"></a><a href="#f5"><sup>[5]</sup></a> Over the +shining bald head it was pressed, coaxed, urged +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_17" id="page_17">[17]</a></span> +and settled, and <i>it was a tight fit</i>. "There," said +Mr. Hamilton, "I told you so, he would wear that +hat if it killed him, rather than not take it when +he had the chance! Of course he never had a silk +hat before in his life."</p> + +<p class="note"><a name="f5" id="f5"></a><a href="#ft5">[5]</a>: "Oh my! oh my! what's this! how splendid, how fine! Ah, what generosity!"</p> + +<p>The old man was speechless and voluble by +turns. His good fortune choked him, but the +joys of possession ran over his eyes and sparkled +in every square inch of his honest face. Ruth +brought some wrapping paper, and Mrs. Hamilton +helped fold the articles for easy carrying. "But +my hat, how am I going to carry my hat?" he +wailed. "I'll wear this one," putting the derby on +his head, "but this <i>papale kilika</i> (silk hat) is to +wear to church, and how am I to carry it home?" +Another paper was brought, and, with twine, a secure +package was made, with a loop to slip over +his arm. Then a fresh idea came to the old man. +Conscious of the humor of the whole situation, he +said, "You have left me only one thing to ask for," +and he raised a foot to which was bound a much +worn shoe. "Shoes!" cried Ruth, "May I find +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_18" id="page_18">[18]</a></span> +some, Mamma?" and in less time than it takes to +tell it she was back with a pair of half-worn brogans +that were more beautiful in Kalani's eyes +than the handsomest ten-dollar boots that ever +came out of a shoe emporium. Now there really +seemed to be nothing left but for the old man to +go, but he had something to say.</p> + +<p>Lifting his happy face, he said, "You have been +very good to me. I have no money to buy such +things for myself, and I was going to ask only for +a coat. I live in Palolo valley, and have no means +of earning anything. I brought a few eggs with +me, thinking I could change them for something +to take back to my old wife, but now I would like +to give them to you." He slipped the cover from +his pail and held up to Mrs. Hamilton's view the +half dozen small eggs. Tears filled her eyes at his +honest, dignified independence. "No, no," said +she, slipping a coin in among the eggs, "get +something for the wife with the eggs, and give +her our <i>aloha</i>."</p> + +<p>At last with many an <i>aloha</i> and <i>auwe</i> of benediction, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_19" id="page_19">[19]</a></span> +Kalani betook himself and his new wealth +down the drive, and the Hamilton family +answered the breakfast bell.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_20" id="page_20">[20]</a></span> + +<h3><a name="chapterIII" id="chapterIII"></a><span class="smcap">Chapter III.</span></h3> + +<p>The barking of a small dog awoke Nalima +from a nap. Sitting up, she saw at a little distance +down the valley, someone coming up the +path. At first she thought it was Kalani, then +saw that it was a <i>haole</i> hat that appeared and disappeared +among the bushes. "<i>Auwe</i>, it's some +trespasser that's come up here because Kalani is +away, what shall I do?" While she yet feared, +the figure stood at the door and Kalani's voice reassured +her.</p> + +<p>We may not repeat all that Nalima listened to, +for in another tongue than the Hawaiian, its flavor +would be much impaired. The simple souls accepted +the great good fortune of the suit of +clothes, the shoes, and the hats, with childlike +simplicity. The long and early walk had given +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_21" id="page_21">[21]</a></span> +Kalani a hearty appetite, which the sour poi, +spiced with a bit of salt salmon from the <i>Pake</i> +(Chinese) store at Moiliili, soon appeased. Nalima +produced a few mountain apples she had +gathered during his absence, and they felt they +had feasted like chiefs of old.</p> + +<p>Nor can we tell of the profound sensation produced +in the little district church the following +Sabbath, when Kalani entered dressed in his new +suit, and crowned with his silk hat. This latter +he wore until he took his seat, so that all might see +it; then he carefully placed it on the bench beside +him. It seemed as if the possession of this silk hat +bade fair to restore to him his prestige of the long +ago. That he should have been in such high favor +with anyone, as to receive such a gift, surely +argued greatly for his birthright, and for the +heritage of his youth, of which the younger generation +had not been aware. Certain it was that +soon after this Kalani was made a deacon in the +church, and other honors were accorded him in +the months that followed. In the little hut in the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_22" id="page_22">[22]</a></span> +valley, the driest corner was given to the precious +hat, and Nalima gently fondled it as she smoothed +it again and again, hoping to preserve its shining +gloss indefinitely. It was not pride but <i>satisfaction</i> +in this <i>special possession</i> that filled Kalani's +soul. He often removed the paper in which it was +kept, and, holding it upon his hand, would relate +to Nalima the experiences of that momentous +morning walk, when he became possessed of this +treasure. And Nalima never tired of listening to +the tale, though she had long known it by heart. +In closing he always said, "The best of it all was, +I know they were <i>glad</i> to give it to me, and, Nalima, +you know what to do with it if I die first."</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_23" id="page_23">[23]</a></span> + +<h3><a name="chapterIV" id="chapterIV"></a><span class="smcap">Chapter IV.</span></h3> + +<p>"Mamma," cried Ruth Hamilton, reining her +horse beside her mother's porch one afternoon a +year later, "George and I have been for a ride +out to Wailupe and back, and as we came near +the Palolo Valley road on our way home, we saw +a funeral procession coming down. It passed the +corner just as we reached it, and, what do you +think! On the <i>top of the coffin was a silk hat</i>, +and George declares it's the same one Papa gave +that old man that came here one morning a good +while ago!"</p> + +<p>Even so, according to the customs which still +obtain in many lands, and which have been +handed down through the centuries, of burying +one's choicest possessions with the body of the +deceased, Kalani and his silk hat were not parted +in the grave.</p> + +<p class="sig"><span class="smcap">Emma L. Dillingham.</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_24" id="page_24">[24]</a></span> + +<h2><img src="images/title_ch2.jpg" width="400" height="43" alt="A Legend of Haleakala" title="A Legend of Haleakala" /></h2> + +<p><img class="figleft" src="images/letter_W.jpg" width="86" height="100" alt="W" title="W" /><br /> +e stood shivering on the brink. At +our very feet was the crater of +Haleakala, the House of the sun, +but that luminary had gone to his +other realms and left his dwelling +dark, unfathomable and +void. No voice of nature was there, no murmuring +breeze, no note of bird, no spirit of man +or of God moved in those lone and abysmal +depths. Only the brilliant stars kept watch +above, and they were immeasurable miles away.</p> + +<p>We, who stood there in the cool morning air +did not add in any way to the majesty of the +scene, wrapped as we were in blankets—red, +white and gray.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_25" id="page_25">[25]</a></span> + +<p>"Like lost spirits waiting for waftage to the +other shore," remarked the tourist.</p> + +<p>"I am sure I have lost my spirits," said a shivering +unfortunate, "I think the guide stole them."</p> + +<p>"It seems to me we look more like a group of +savage Apaches on a bleak mountain summit +sketched by Remington," suggested the artist of +the crowd.</p> + +<p>"Ah, there she blows," cried the first speaker +pointing toward the east where a shaft of light +had just shot from the dark sea through the gray +clouds. We all turned and looked except the +newly married couple. They gazed into each +others eyes as was their custom.</p> + +<p>"I am so cold, dearest," she murmured.</p> + +<p>I supposed he furnished her with a share of his +red blanket though I was not watching.</p> + +<p>"Ladies and gentlemen," said the humorist, +"the grand cyclorama of sunrise on Haleakala is +about to open, and as a preliminary, I move to +throw the poet over the brink as a propitiatory +sacrifice to the God of the Sun, who appears to +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_26" id="page_26">[26]</a></span> +be shocked by our appearance; and besides the +poet will attempt to describe this scene and he +can't."</p> + +<p>"Describe nothing," retorted the poet, "my +teeth are chattering so my tongue can't." "Let's +throw the guide over, that will propitiate us anyway."</p> + +<p>But William, the guide, looked so calm and +peaceful as he sat with his back against a rock +smoking a short black pipe, that we decided not +to disturb him.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the sun rose. He has done this so +often that it has become a matter of course with +him. But rarely has he risen surrounded with +such pomp of circumstance and kingly glory. It +might well have been his coronation morning, +with clouds of heavy gorgeousness upon his shining +shoulders, and the quick heralds of light sent +to glorify the distant mountain heights and to +awaken the dark and slumbering sea. We seemed +to be moving in worlds unrealized as the light +swept across the reach of clouds at our feet, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_27" id="page_27">[27]</a></span> +broken as a sea of tumbled ice, while around the +outer rim rose forms strange or fantastic, the +clouds shaping themselves into huge animals or +rounding into noble palaces or turning into lofty +pinnacles, and on every one the sun had set a +crown of flame. The light with glowing hands +pulled slowly back the shadows from the crater +until it stood clearly revealed in its silence and +vastness. From West Maui to Molokai stretched +a heavy causeway of cloud beneath which lay +the sea dark and glowing like polished porphyry. +The sun was above the cloud and the common +light of day lay round us.</p> + +<p>"Tis past, the visionary splendor fades," remarked +the poet, but the remark was not original +with him.</p> + +<p>Our party now adjourned to the stone house +on the summit known as Cruyealece and after +drinking some hot coffee and warming ourselves +around the open fire, the humorist and myself +testified to our intention of taking William and +walking down into the crater. They all said that +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_28" id="page_28">[28]</a></span> +we were decided idiots, and they would take their +exercise out in watching us. The newly married +couple said nothing, but looked as I have stated.</p> + +<p>"I think that haole can't go down," remarked +William, pointing to the humorist. "His legs too +thin, they break."</p> + +<p>We all laughed except the humorist who could +not see the joke.</p> + +<p>"Break! you fat rascal," he exclaimed, "before +I am done with you, you won't be anything but +an animated brown shadow."</p> + +<p>With sarcastic comments which did not disturb +our serenity and much waving of handkerchiefs +we began the descent. We went down at a very +rapid gait, the loose dirt smoking at our heels +and the canteen thumping against William's fat +sides. In a half hour we reached the floor of the +crater and stopped to take breath. After William +had lighted his pipe we went on our way. First +across the black lava flows and broken aa. In +the days of its storm and stress this had been the +hot and glowing life-blood of the great volcano, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_29" id="page_29">[29]</a></span> +but now it was cold, black and congealed. Beyond +the flows we came to long stretches of volcanic +sands and the lofty cones rose above us, so +perfect in form that it seemed the slightest breath +of air would disturb their symmetry. Their coloring +was wonderful, velvety black, gray and red +shading into one another. And through the vast +silence the silvery notes of a bird floated down to +us from the far battlements of the crater.</p> + +<p>After a toilsome tramp we reached the other +side where the trees come down the slope, and +throwing ourselves down in the shade we looked +across the burning plain and enjoyed the coolness +by way of contrast as we smoked and took +chance shots at stray goats coming down the +ridge.</p> + +<p>"Do you know any stories or legends connected +with Haleakala, William?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I know one, my grandma always telling."</p> + +<p>"That's right, William," said the humorist, +"take down your harp from the weeping lauhala +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_30" id="page_30">[30]</a></span> +trees, and sing to us of the departed glories of +your race."</p> + +<p>"You see my grandma great old woman, she +kahuna, live at Hana. I hear this story every +since I was keiki. She says it comes down from +some old poets."</p> + +<p>And after gazing across the crater for a while +William began in his native tongue:</p> + +<p>"In former times from the distant Islands of +the southern sea came a strange people to Hawaii. +On their spears were the great sharks' +teeth, and their tabu staffs were crowned with +kapa black or white. They were great of <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'statue'">stature</ins> +and became the mois of Hawaii. Then followed +a people from beyond the rising sun. Small and +broad they were, and came in ships such as were +never before seen in Hawaiian seas. But stranger +than these peoples was an alien race which came +from out the distant north from whence the great +trees come floating down upon the rivers of the +sea, and the tradewinds take their rise, which +come to cool our valleys and the burning sea.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_31" id="page_31">[31]</a></span> + +<p>It was in the days when Hua, the impious king +reigned in Hana, on the third day before the feast +of Lono in the early morning when the fishermen +were returning, six canoes came from out a mist +that floated on the sea, and moved quickly in +even line toward the curving beach. The night +before the omens had portended some dire event. +The sacrifices had risen from the blood stained +lele and stalked beyond the heiau gate, while, +from the heights of Haleakala, issued the groanings +of the Thunder God. As the aliens strode +upon the beach they were taller than our tallest +chiefs. Their skins were red as Pele blood that +beats within our heart, but their eyes were black +as is that blood when it cools upon the mountain +sides, yet from them shot fire as the lightning +from the thunder clouds. Their heads were encircled +by high feather leis which swept backwards +almost to the ground. Feathers were they +grey and white such as never grew upon the birds +that fly within the forests or float upon the sea.</p> + +<p>The King took the strangers to his royal hale +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_32" id="page_32">[32]</a></span> +and gave them food and drink. There was a +woman with them, the wife of their great chief. +She appeared like a prophetess, only young. Her +skin was pale as the white sea foam. Her dark +eyes seemed to gaze afar off, and her smile was +like the flash of sun upon the sea. When Hua +saw her he desired her for himself and his women +became as nothing in his eyes. Therefore Hua +urged the redmen to make their home near his +hale and they should be aliis in the land though +the priest Luahomoe, warned the king that their +coming would cast a shadow on his life. But the +strangers would not dwell with the king nor with +his people, but made their home far up on the +slope of Haleakala where the gray clouds ever +hang and the white rain falls silently to the +ground.</p> + +<p>Sometimes when the feather hunters sought +the mamo and the oo upon the mountains they +would see a figure of one of these men standing +on the highest mountain peak against the black +clouds as though carved of stone, then, suddenly +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_33" id="page_33">[33]</a></span> +he would raise his arms towards the sky and a cry +would come quick as a javlin piercing to the +heart, or, they would hear a rustling in the ferns +and see a shape like a red moo moving through +the green, but whence it came or whither it went +they could never tell.</p> + +<p>It chanced that on a certain day their great +chief came down to the plain and went to see the +king who was stretched at ease in front of his hale +on a kapa mat, while the trade winds waved the +falling branches of the kou trees like green kahilis +above his kingly head. The great chief stood and +would not sit upon the matting brought by the +attendant. Then the king made a sign to one of +his retainers who in a short time, brought several +maidens with flowers decking their dark hair, and +ornaments of pearl and shells upon their ankles +and their arms. They were the fairest in Hua's +court. The King <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'waived'">waved</ins> his hand toward where +they stood and said:</p> + +<p>"Take these, O chief, they are yours, but let +the white queen dwell with me."</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_34" id="page_34">[34]</a></span> + +<p>Then the great chief folded his arms and looked +down at the king while Hua's guard gathered +close around him, for there was evil in the great +chief's eye, and the king was a very little man before +him. Then he grunted 'Umph' and turning +left the presence of the king and went quickly to +his mountain home.</p> + +<p>But Hua's heart was hot within his breast, so +he vowed to take the great chief's life and bring +the white queen to his royal hale. Forthwith he +sent his lunapais into every valley and along the +sea to summon the alii and their warriors, but a +messenger came the following day from the great +chief saying:</p> + +<p>"I know your plotting and your heart O King. +We will make an end of this matter. Place your +kingdom against the possession of the white +queen. Choose your <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'mightest'">mightiest</ins> warrior, and I will +meet him. If I die, take the white queen, but if +your warrior dies your people and your lands are +mine, O King. But this one condition, I will +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_35" id="page_35">[35]</a></span> +choose the place where this combat is to be +fought."</p> + +<p>The crafty Hua thought within his heart, "I +will accept this challenge, and if my champion +fall my warriors will surround him and his men +and slay them. Then the white queen shall not +escape me." So he assented. The messenger then +took the king and, pointing where the clouds +were flowing through the Kaupo gap, he said: +"In yonder hollow mountain fights the chief."</p> + +<p>The king's heart was troubled then, but he dare +not return upon his spoken word. Among the +alii there was none so tall and powerful as the +young Kuala. In all the sports of peace he was +pre-eminent. While in war none would hurl the +spear so swiftly, nor use the javlin with such +skilled hands, and when he whirled the battle axe +above his head none could see it for the speed. +He was chosen champion by the King.</p> + +<p>For many days the priests consulted the oracles +within the enclosure of the sacred anu, but the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_36" id="page_36">[36]</a></span> +omens puzzled <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'then'">them</ins>, and they said the Gods were +not at peace among themselves.</p> + +<p>It was on the evening before the day just as the +sun sank into the sea, there came a cloud, blacker +than the kapa for the dead, moving slowly above +the sea, and the gray rain following as a veil behind +it. The air around was very still. Then, +suddenly the cloud turned to crimson and the +mountain and the thousands on the beach were +reddened as though by the glow from a great fire. +All were frightened, but Kuala only laughed and +said, "If it storms now it will be cooler on the +morrow." The old priest shook his head and +said, "My son, that mountain height will be plenty +cool enough for thee."</p> + +<p>Late in the afternoon of the destined day the +hosts of Maui were gathered in the arms of the +great mountain. Foremost stood the King. +Around his shoulders fell the yellow mamo cloak, +and on his head a helmet yellow as his robe save +its crest which was red with the feathers of the +scarlet bird. Behind him stood the priests in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_37" id="page_37">[37]</a></span> +feather cloaks red as the blood of their sacrifices, +while in a half circle rose the hundred alii in +cloaks mingled with the royal yellow and the +priestly red. As the sunlight shone upon them +they were in form and color as the rainbows bent +over the valleys green, and on the rounded hills +of sand above them stood the warriors thicker +than the leaves upon the forest trees, and their +thousand spears made the red hills black. A murmur +ran amongst them as when the voice of the +sea comes on the south wind and the sky is gray. +The priests chanted in low tones, the meles of +Kuala's race, and waved their arms as they sang +of heroic deeds. Kuala stood quietly by the king +and looked across the lava plain where, in the distance, +could be seen the red men moving, one +behind the other, in a line. They came swiftly. +When they reached a hundred paces from where +stood the king, they stopped and the white queen +stood forth before them. Her color was no longer +as the pale foam, for the blood beat quickly in +her cheeks, and she breathed as though she had +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_38" id="page_38">[38]</a></span> +been running, while her eyes shone so that even +Hua turned his glance away. The great chief +stood near her but impassive as though carved of +stone. Behind them the warriors stood lean and +red with strange colors on their faces, and their +heads were crowned with warlike feathers. They +moved not, nor looked upon the warriors on the +hills, regardless of them as though they were but +crawling ants. Then the messenger of the chief +advanced across the sand and stood before the +king.</p> + +<p>"O King, the chief is ready now to offer the +victim chosen by you for the sacrifice."</p> + +<p>Hua replied, "My champion is here at my +right hand, and to-night we will wrap your chief +in the funeral kapa, and the black sharks will dine +upon his flesh." He would have spoken more but +the messenger turned upon his heel and left the +king.</p> + +<p>Kuala threw aside his feathered cloak and advanced +slowly towards the level sand. Then +there rose a shout from the hosts upon the hill +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_39" id="page_39">[39]</a></span> +louder than the thunder of the great waves falling +on the beach, and the priests chanted in loud +tones beating wildly on their sacred drums. The +great chief advanced to meet his foe but stopped, +and with arms outstretched towards the sun +gazed straight into its burning light while his +voice reached to the remotest warrior on the hills, +though none could understand the words, so +strange they were. Then he turned and faced +Kuala, who stood twenty paces distant. All was +quiet as is the air before a coming storm. Kuala +slowly raised his spear above his head and bending +quickly forward sent it with such force that +none could see it in the air, but the great chief +was quicker than the spear and it went past him +deep into the sand. His spear flew so close to +Kuala that he felt the wind of its speed upon his +cheek. The second time they raised their arms +together and send the weapons whirling through +the air. The warrior's spear struck some feathers +from the great chief's head, whose weapon went +straight to Kuala's heart, but before it touched +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_40" id="page_40">[40]</a></span> +his body Kuala caught it with his hands and turned +its course aside, but staggered backwards with +the force. Then the warriors cried in lamentation +on the hills, but when they saw he was unhurt +a shout arose louder than the first. The last +spear Kuala poised above his head was of polished +koa tipped with ivory, whose point had been +dipped in Po's dark waters, carrying death upon +its slightest touch. But it never reached the red +chief's for the two spears met in the air with a +great clash and fell broken on the sand. Then +the warriors rushed towards each other and met +midway on the sands, their javelins clashing as +they met. Suddenly the light had faded while +gray clouds covered the crater as with a roof, and +the white rain began to fall thick and fast, lying +like white stars on cloaks of the alii and of king. +Kuala and the great chief could be dimly seen as +they whirled around each other in the strife faster +than sea birds on the wing. Now rushing together, +now stepping quick aside, but Kuala's +breathing could be heard by the king and his alii +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_41" id="page_41">[41]</a></span> +standing near; while the great chief moved quicker +than the red lightning from the clouds, without +a sound save when his javelin struck the warriors. +But moving backward from Kuala's rush his heel +struck upon a stone and he swayed slightly. Then +the warrior's javelin tore his shoulder till the red +blood came. With a cry that made the king and +all his followers shiver as with cold, he sprang +past Kuala's javelin and fastened his teeth within +the flesh and his face was like a demon as he tore +the warrior's throat, and Kuala fell slowly back +upon the sand, writhing in quick death. Then +the Hulumanu, standing by the King, threw his +spear and pierced the great chief who fell face +downward on the sand. From the hills the warriors +came with a mighty rush as slides the land +from the steep mountain sides, while the red men +awaited their coming with faces lean and fierce. +They stood as does a rock within the sea when +the great waves surge upon it fall back in beaten +foam until one mightier than the rest o'erwhelms +it. So stood, so fell the red men on that day. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_42" id="page_42">[42]</a></span> +Hua marked not the raging of the strife but +through the tumult pushed his way toward where +the white queen stood alone. She fled with exceeding +swiftness, moving like a shadow through +the falling mist. Hua, in furious anger, raised +his spear and sent it straight towards her as she +fled. Then the cloud grew thicker and closed +around them. Instantly a great cry was heard +and the King's people found him bleeding on the +sand with his spear point centering in his breast. +Whither the white queen went none ever knew. +But sometimes the hunter, following his lonely +trail through the great mountain, sees a woman's +form wrapped in moving mist and with dark hair +floating wildly around the pallor of her face."</p> + +<p>"That's all," said the guide.</p> + +<p>"That's quite a little lie, William," said the +humorist.</p> + +<p>"I don't know, the old lady says it is just so."</p> + +<p>As we started on our homeward trail the clouds +had rolled through the two gaps and an opaque +mist lay around us. William headed the procession +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_43" id="page_43">[43]</a></span> +and we had gone about a quarter of a mile +and were near the great cone when William stopped +suddenly and grasped the humorist by the +arm, almost white with terror.</p> + +<p>"Look!" he said, pointing towards where the +fog had lifted somewhat, and a current of air was +whirling the mist, and, in the mist a woman's +form and face could be clearly seen. I looked inquiringly +at the humorist.</p> + +<p>"Can such things be," he said, "and overcome +us like a summer cloud, without our special +wonders?"</p> + +<p>"There are more things in heaven and earth, +Horatio," I suggested.</p> + +<p>Then we went on in silence through the falling +mist, but the humorist took the lead.</p> + +<p class="sig">GEO. H. DE LA VERGNE.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_44" id="page_44">[44]</a></span> + +<h2><img src="images/title_ch3.jpg" width="400" height="43" alt="Peleg Chapman's Sharks" title="Peleg Chapman's Sharks" /></h2> + +<p><img class="figleft" src="images/letter_M.jpg" width="86" height="100" alt="M" title="M" /><br /> +r. Dole and I were standing in +front of one of the caves which are +found near the edges of the bay of +Hanauma which is situated this +side of Koko Head. We were +there for several days of recreation. Mr. Dole +was glad to get away from the Executive building, +where his Ministers had caged various bees in +their bonnets. These bees often wrangled with +the bees in his own bonnet, and by temporarily +separating them, the different bees ameliorated +their buzzing, and a general rest prevailed. Mr. +Dole said he preferred to take recreation with one +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_45" id="page_45">[45]</a></span> +who had outgrown the bee-hive age and the age +of other annoying human devices.</p> + +<p>"Do you see that flat stone?" I asked, pointing +to one that lay under some lantana bushes, and +was partially concealed by the sand and just beyond +the reach of the surf.</p> + +<p>"I see it," said Mr. Dole. "Do you think that +some person with a bee in his bonnet has been +around? Has the stone a story?"</p> + +<p>"Well," I said, "that stone belonged to the +foundation of a house which Peleg Chapman built +away back in the 'thirties.'"</p> + +<p>"Tell me the story," said Mr. Dole and he sat +down on the grass, as if it were his Cabinet, and +stretched his legs out towards the much sounding +sea.</p> + +<p>I then told him the story as I had obtained it +from the most authentic sources, included in +which were some scraps in Peleg Chapman's +handwriting.</p> + +<p>Peleg's father, Silas Chapman, was a poor but +honest farmer who lived in Stockbridge, Massachusetts, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_46" id="page_46">[46]</a></span> +near the State line. He had been eminently +successful in achieving poverty, which he +shared generously with his wife and sons. +Though mentally dull in most matters, he possessed +a rare gift for training animals of all kinds. +He was a master of those inarticulate sounds, +and musical notes which curiously convey ideas +to animals. He talked with his dogs and cats, +and made them useful. His trained squirrels +brought him abundance of nuts, and his trained +robins brought him cherries without injuring +them. His cows, pigs, and chickens did curious +tricks, and when gathered together in the barnyard, +under his voice and eye, were more orderly +than the General Assembly of the State. These +useful animals did much to relieve the family +poverty. The collie dogs stole watermelons and +rolled them home, and the tame crows supplied +the cattle with ripe corn from the neighbors' +fields.</p> + +<p>Peleg inherited from his father this singular +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_47" id="page_47">[47]</a></span> +gift of training animals, and he had listened to +his luminous expositions of the subject.</p> + +<p>"Peleg," he said, "all an'mals think. Ef you +only larn how they think, you ken do anything +with 'em. Each on 'em has a little different way +of working his gumption, but you kinder sit along +side 'on 'em, get to communin' with 'em in a slow +fashion, and you'l find 'em ekal to human critters."</p> + +<p>Peleg in due time became more skillful than his +father, in training animals. He caught a young +eagle over in Lenox, and trained him to relieve +the family poverty by stealing chickens over in +York State. The eagle was not morally very +strong, and often brought home the tough +roosters, after eating the tender chickens.</p> + +<p>One day, when Peleg was away, the eagle being +in a contrary mood, seized Silas Chapman's Sunday +coat, and flying away with it dropped it into +the Housatonic river. When Peleg reached home, +his father told him that the eagle had done a mean +job, and that he must pay for the stolen coat. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_48" id="page_48">[48]</a></span> +Peleg refused on the ground that animals had no +morals.</p> + +<p>"Dad," he said, "you be livin' off them thievin' +dogs and birds." Then said his father: "I guess +Peleg you and me has got to have some interestin' +conversation in the barn, this evenin'."</p> + +<p>Peleg acted promptly on this suggestion. At +four o'clock, with a small sum of money, he +secretly went to the station, and boarded the Boston +express. He left a note to his mother saying +he was going off and his dad might lick the eagle +if he caught him.</p> + +<p>On reaching Boston, he wandered about until +he reached the Frog pond in the Common. He +had often heard that its waters were sacred in +the eyes of every Bostonian. Feeling much depressed +he took out of his pocket a copy of the +<ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'Wesminster'">Westminster</ins> Catechism, which every child studied +in those days, and by accident glanced over the +rough wood cuts of Biblical incidents. His eye +fell on that of a very stiff looking whale, with a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_49" id="page_49">[49]</a></span> +very stiff looking Jonah in front of it, waiting +with a very resigned look to be swallowed.</p> + +<p>While he was getting some comfort out of +Jonah's resigned look, a sea-faring man took a +seat by his side, on the public bench, and after +glancing at the picture in Peleg's hand, remarked: +"purty stiff lookin' whale I guess."</p> + +<p>"Ever see'd one?" asked Peleg.</p> + +<p>"Caught plenty on 'em," said the sailor. "Been +around the Horn and up in the Artic for sperm +and right whales. Plenty of lay money too. +Down in Wyhee plenty of gals and bananas."</p> + +<p>"Goin' again?" asked Peleg.</p> + +<p>"Yes, next week," said the sailor.</p> + +<p>"Take me?" asked Peleg.</p> + +<p>"Guess you can ship on the Julian," said the +sailor. "Fresh fo'cas'le hand gets one hundred +and fortieth lay. That's his share of all the oil +and bone the vessel takes in her cruise. Have +good luck, plenty of money," said the sailor.</p> + +<p>Peleg glanced at the stiff figure of the whale, +closed the book, and said, "I'm goin'."</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_50" id="page_50">[50]</a></span> + +<p>On reaching New Bedford, he shipped on the +Julian, signed ship's articles, and went on board +with a new kit. The vessel sailed for the Pacific +and the Arctic ocean.</p> + +<p>For a few days, Peleg would have been willing +to return home and take the vicarious punishment +for the eagle's sins rather than sleep in a fo'cas'le +bunk. But the ship bowled along towards the +equator, and the carefully expurgated yarns of +the crew kindled his enthusiasm.</p> + +<p>He caught and trained some sea gulls to fetch +fish for the cabin and for'rad deck so that his +shipmates, instead of calling him a blankety land +lubber, took pains to teach him the art of handling +ropes, and chewing old plug tobacco, and reading +the sulphurous marine literature of the age.</p> + +<p>The Julian took five hundred barrels of sperm +oil off the island of Juan Fernandez, and finally +dropped her anchor in the harbor of Honolulu, +for the purpose of getting wood and water and +fresh provisions.</p> + +<p>On going ashore, Peleg was amazed at the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_51" id="page_51">[51]</a></span> +abundance of bananas of which he was very fond, +but for which the price at home was one shilling +each. As he gorged himself, he began to think +of exchanging his marine interest in the Pacific +for a residence on the Islands. He felt justified +in deserting, because the air of the forecastle was +bad, and the captain had refused to reconstruct +the vessel and place saloon cabins at the disposal +of the crew. He obtained from Mellish & Co., +ship chandlers, an advance of $300 on his lay, +and deserted. He concealed himself at Waimanalo, +until the vessel sailed for the Arctic, and +then keeping out of the way of the native police +or "kikos," he crossed over into Manoa valley and +followed the coast line from Waikiki towards +Koko Head. Finding the secluded bay of Hanauma +he remained there. It was surrounded by +a high ridge, as it was part of an extinct crater, +and one side of it had fallen in towards the ocean, +so that it was almost land locked, and the surf +and heavy seas rushed through the narrow +opening.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_52" id="page_52">[52]</a></span> + +<p>With the aid of a native, he laid a foundation +of flat stones and built upon them a thatched +house. The native brought him fruit and vegetables, +and he caught an abundance of fish.</p> + +<p>While the Julian was off the island of Juan Fernandez, +Peleg had studied the numerous sharks +found there. He discovered that the many rows +of teeth in the mouth of the female shark were +flexible, and rested on elastic gums. They could +be laid flat, at the will of the shark. The reason +for this curious arrangement was this. Whenever +the young sharks are in danger, the mother +shark opens her mouth, lays down her teeth, and +the young sharks pass over without danger, into +a pouch in her body where they remain until the +danger is over. He had counted as many as +seventy, each of them about three feet long, at +one time diving into their mother's mouth, and +emerging after the danger was over. He remembered +that Prof. Aggasiz or some noted naturalist, +had suggested that in some remote period a +female kangaroo had tumbled overboard from +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_53" id="page_53">[53]</a></span> +some prehistoric canoe, and, according to Mr. +Darwin, had adapted itself to the new environment, +and become a shark. The pouch for the +young which appears on the outside in the case +of the kangaroo, appears as a pouch on the inside +of the shark.</p> + +<p>Peleg learned from the natives that at times fish +were very scare in the Honolulu market. During +the visits of the whaling fleets which often numbered +over a hundred vessels, the demand could +not be supplied with any regularity. When there +was bad weather, the canoes could not put out to +sea, and there was a fish famine excepting so far +as it could be supplied from the local fish ponds +that were entirely owned by the chiefs and King.</p> + +<p>Besides there were some rare fish which the +chiefs were especially fond of which were found +only in deep water and could only be obtained +under the most favorable circumstances of tide +and weather. Such were the Kawele-a, the Ahi, +the Ono and the Omaka. The Ahi was a very +delicate fish and was found only off the coast of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_54" id="page_54">[54]</a></span> +Hawaii, and was seldom seen in Honolulu +markets.</p> + +<p>Peleg said to himself: "Why not train sharks +to catch fish? It may be as dad said, some bother +to find out their way of thinkin' and they live in +the water. But they has eyes and ears, and they +hasn't got them things for nothing."</p> + +<p>He caught, with the aid of some natives, an +immense female shark, and before the young ones +could hide, he captured them all, and put them +in a pond he built up in the water. He began to +educate them. At first they were quite vicious, +and refused to be cheerful. But Peleg knew that +from the crab to the seraphim, the appeal to the +appetite was most effective. After repeated experiments, +he found that sharks had a most extraordinary +fondness for salt pork. There was a +monotony of freshness in their ordinary diet, excepting +as a sailor with a rich tobacco flavor, fell +in their way once in a while. He also discovered +that the addition of beans to the pork made the +food especially attractive, and the young sharks +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_55" id="page_55">[55]</a></span> +quickly submitted to discipline with this reward +before them.</p> + +<p>He saw that they thought in their crude way, +just as dogs and birds thought, and their hearing +was like that of other animals. By tapping stones +under water he could call them, but he generally +used a speaking tube which he thrust into the +water. By using rags of different colors, he +trained them to distinguish between colors. He +taught them to fetch and carry sticks, and then +pieces of meat. As they grew older, he trained +them to search for fish in the bay, and to bring +them in without injuring them as they took them +in or cast them out of their pouches. Pork and +beans were liberally used as rewards. He was +finally successful in teaching them to distinguish +between the grades of fish and as it were, take +orders for special kinds and leave the rest. The +most intelligent learned to travel long distances, +even to Maui and Hawaii, and find the feeding +grounds of the rare fish of which he kept samples +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_56" id="page_56">[56]</a></span> +in a pond, and exhibited to them whenever he +desired a supply of that variety.</p> + +<p>He never permitted the natives to watch him +while in his training school. He gave names to +the expert and reliable sharks. His reading was +limited so that he selected names from the Bible +and from the names of the towns near his home. +He called them "Lenox belle," "Barrington belle," +"Pittsfield belle," "Lee belle," "Bashbish belle," +"Stockbridge belle," and many other Berkshire +names were used. The Scriptural names were +"Queen of Sheba," "Jezabel," "Mehita-bel" and +"Assyrian girl," with other such names. The +word "belle" appealed to his poetic instinct.</p> + +<p>He graduated the sharks after two years of +training, and then opened business. He purchased +a canoe, and paddled out to sea, followed +by more than twenty submissive fish. He sent +them off singly or by battalion, as he called it. +In the battalion form, they moved out on an extended +line and drove the fish desired towards +the caves and small inlets, where they were easily +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_57" id="page_57">[57]</a></span> +caught, taken into the pouches, and brought to +Peleg's canoe, and pork and beans were liberally +served out in return.</p> + +<p>On the arrival of the next whaling fleet, Peleg +entered Honolulu harbor every morning with a +large load of mullet in his canoe or with other +excellent fish. After disposing of them to the +whalers, he put out of the harbor at once, and +joined his "sea hounds" as he called them, who +waited for him outside the reef. His enormous +catches attracted the attention of the natives, who +once followed him in the hope of finding his rich +fishing grounds. They were especially surprised +at his large catch during stormy weather, when +they could not go out in their canoes. Nor, by +watching Hanauma bay could they get any information, +as there were no nets there, and the +sharks attracted no attention.</p> + +<p>On one occasion as he was paddling along the +Waikiki shore after selling his load of fish, he +met a fleet of native canoes that had no luck. +Taking compassion on them, he dipped his tube +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_58" id="page_58">[58]</a></span> +under water, gave the sign for mullet to his sea +dogs, shipped his paddle, and lit his pipe. In an +hour the noses of his hunters rubbed against the +side of the canoe, and leaning over, he pulled out +of their mouths more than six hundred pounds +of mullet, and threw them into the canoes of the +natives. The natives were stricken with terror at +the sight, and dropped their paddles with the exclamation: +"He is a kahuna (sorcerer) of the +shark god."</p> + +<p>He was soon regarded as an akua (god). No +natives dared to enter the bay of Hanauma.</p> + +<p>At the end of each whaling season he accumulated +considerable sums in gold, a part of which +he hid and a part he invested in the purchase of +shares in whalers. After the season, he engaged +in fishing for the rare fish only, which he supplied +to the King and chiefs. Whenever the King +said: "Peleg, my friend, I want some of the +Ahi," Peleg sent four of his leading sharks to +the Kona coast, and they returned within ten +hours, with an abundance.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_59" id="page_59">[59]</a></span> + +<p>The King sent for him one day and said to +him: "You are the most valuable man in my +kingdom, and as my predecessors rewarded Isaac +Davis and John Young with matrimonial alliances, +I would be glad to have you look around +and if you see any attractive female of the royal +connection that you would like to marry, you +may take her until otherwise ordered. I wish for +useful men about my throne. I put on no airs, +excepting a white cotton shirt. If you accept my +offer you are authorized to wear an Admiral's +cocked hat, and new boots on State occasion." +Peleg replied that he recognized the honor, but +that his heart belonged to his sharks and to the +daughter of a carpenter who lived near the York +State line, and he expected to visit her very soon.</p> + +<p>A fanatical native attempted to "anaana" him +or pray him to death. He gathered grass and +burned it. The oily kukui nuts were thrown on +the fire, and the whole resources of the Polynesian +Black Art were brought into use. But Peleg +lived.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_60" id="page_60">[60]</a></span> + +<p>A missionary, hearing of his remarkable +powers, visited him and inquired about his ancestors, +and among other questions asked him if he +had become a heathen and allowed himself to become +a kahuna or sorcerer. He replied that he +did not hanker after heathenism, but, he said, that +if he was in the missionary business he would +open a conjuring saloon and beat all their old +kahunas at sleight of hand tricks, and that would +soon bring the whole crowd over to his side. The +heathen, he said, couldn't do much thinking but +if they saw him pull a rabbit out of his nose, or +take a taro out of a man's ear, they would smash +the business of their own conjuring priests. +Seein' was believin'. Conjuring tricks would +finally bust up their superstitions. The missionary +said he and his associates could not look +upon the matter in that way, but he would write +to the American Board about it, and ask it to send +out a respectable conjurer of high moral principle +who would hitch a moral to the tail end of every +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_61" id="page_61">[61]</a></span> +trick, and then challenge a native sorcerer to do +any better.</p> + +<p>Peleg said that although he was a perverted +Puritan, he would supply all of the Honolulu missionaries +with fish without charge.</p> + +<p>As he had received a very limited education +owing to his father's flourishing poverty, he +seldom wrote any letters. He did not forget +his mother, however. She received from time +to time, through Bunker & Co., of New Bedford, +comfortable sums of money, with the +statement that they came from her son, who +was somewhere on the equator, and would +come home after awhile. He also sent to +Patsy McGloural, who had grown up and did +the chores in the family of a rich paper manufacturer, +a sandal wood box, and a dress of the +finest Chinese silk, which he got from one of the +vessels in the sandal wood trade. This dress was +the finest in Berkshire county, and when Patsy +put it on and went to church, it attracted the +attention of the women, so that the preacher gave +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_62" id="page_62">[62]</a></span> +out the hymn about being "naked, poor and sinful."</p> + +<p>Peleg had invested his money in shares in the +whaleships, which made very profitable voyages, +from Honolulu to the Arctic and Japan seas, and +he became rich for a Berkshire man. After ten +years of fishing he resolved to go home. He +found a young man who came from the neighboring +town of Hinsdale, on one of the new whalers, +and after giving him a long trial, instructed him +in the business. He consulted an attorney in Honolulu, +and executed an instrument establishing +the "Peleg Chapman Shark Trust," the income +of which was to be used in feeding his faithful +sharks with pork and beans, and in supplying the +poor natives of Honolulu with fish.</p> + +<p>He then sailed for New Bedford, and on +arriving there, went directly home. He arrested +the even course of his father's poverty, but did +not inform his indigent but acute parent of the +sources of his fortune. He built for his mother +the finest chicken house in the county, and presented +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_63" id="page_63">[63]</a></span> +her with a neat buggy and a gentle horse. +He soon married Patsy, and was known as Squire +Chapman. As a leading authority on travel, he +had no equal in those parts. Subsequently, with +the aid of a young student from Williams College, +he published in rather Sophomorical language, a +book which had a wide circulation titled, "Chapman's +researches in the islands of the Pacific."</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_64" id="page_64">[64]</a></span> + +<h2><img src="images/title_ch4.jpg" width="400" height="43" alt="'Twas Cupid's Dart" title="'Twas Cupid's Dart" /></h2> + +<h3>A Hawaiian Love Story.</h3> + +<p><img class="figleft" src="images/letter_M.jpg" width="86" height="100" alt="M" title="M" /><br /> +any years ago there lived in Hoikaopuiaawalau, +in Hamakua, on +Maui, a Hawaiian maiden whose +story I will tell as I heard it from +one who knew it too well.</p> + +<p>"Her name, which they said was +given her by her <i>kupuna</i>, Hikiau, who was a +favorite chief under Kamehameha the great, was +Kalaninuiahilapalapa, but we always called her +Lani.</p> + +<p>At the time we first met her she was about +eleven years of age, very pretty, with regular +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_65" id="page_65">[65]</a></span> +features and long, black, silky hair. Like many +of the natives she had beautiful gazelle-eyes, such +as one never tires of gazing into. Probably those +eyes cost her most of her—well we will tell it.</p> + +<p>She lived with her parents in that beautiful little +fern-clad valley, known today as Awalau, +where her father worked in a sawmill. He was +a very large and powerful man and as good +natured as large men usually are.</p> + +<p>His name was Kapohakunuipalahalaha, but as +that was unnecessarily long, we shortened it to +Nui, and a faithful man Nui was at any kind of +work. Those who know what sawmill work is +know that great strength is appreciated, especially +when you are depending on a man to keep his +end of a cant-hook up to time. He was as hospitable +as the natives have the reputation of +being, and that is saying a good deal.</p> + +<p>Lani's mother, Kamaka, was a sprightly woman +of about thirty-five and did her part to make "life +in the woods" pleasant. Neither mother nor +daughter appeared to have many household cares +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_66" id="page_66">[66]</a></span> +and seemed to take delight in wandering up and +down the valley in quest of land shrimps, which +they caught in a cornucopia-shaped basket made +of wicker work. These, with the little black fish +named oopu which they found adhering to the +stones in the brook, and a fern frond called pohole, +together with poi, the Hawaiian staff of life, +constituted the principal part of their diet. They +were also very fond of pig and chicken and never +begrudged the labor or time spent in getting up a +luau. From them we had an insight into the +Hawaiian mode of living and were surprised to +note to what an extent the natives are dependent +on the sea for a livelihood. Sometimes Nui would +take a day off, whether the master liked or not, +and take his family to the beach, when they employed +themselves in fishing. They would return +with the greatest assortment of shell-fish and fish +of many sizes of the most varied colors. Also +they would bring limu of several kinds and odors. +Limu, you know, is seaweed, and there appear +to be as many varieties of it as there are of ferns +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_67" id="page_67">[67]</a></span> +on the land. There is also a variety of it found +in the streams adhering to the rocks on the bottom, +which we were always taught to beware of +at home, but which the natives eat with cooked +meats with great gusto.</p> + +<p>They always kept a store of kukui nuts, which +they roasted; then breaking up the kernels fine +and mixed with salt, they ate it as a relish.</p> + +<p>The women took delight in adorning themselves +with leis, made either of the maile, which +grew in profusion on the steep sides of the +ravines, or of the <i>palapalai</i>, a luxuriant fern +which clothes the valleys as with a garment. +Sometimes they would make leis of the fruit of +the hala tree, the <i>pandanus</i>, which was also very +plentiful in that part of the island. Sometimes +they would inter-twine the bright hala fruit and +the fragrant glossy leaves of the maile, which +made a very beautiful lei, especially on an olive +skin as a background.</p> + +<p>Often we were called in to eat with them and +learned to like almost all their native dishes. It +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_68" id="page_68">[68]</a></span> +was always the custom to call in any stranger +passing, to share their food with them. Their +style of cooking, viz: under ground, or in a saucepan +over an open fire, seemed to give the food a +piquancy which had charms for us.</p> + +<p>Lani had a very sweet voice and accompanied +her singing with a guitar, which she played very +sweetly and many an evening we passed about +the campfire very comfortably. She could yodel +like an inhabitant of the Swiss Alps and often we +would hear her singing and yodeling as she came +up the valley to cross up to the tableland where +we were cutting the large koa trees, preparatory +to hauling them to the mill to turn into the handsome +lumber so much sought after for making +fine furniture. There was not a man in the camp +who was not charmed with her.</p> + +<p>There was a little Chinaman who came up +through our valley, leading pack horses, whose +business was buying <i>pepeiao</i>, an ear-shaped fungus +which is found very plentiful on the trunks +of decayed trees on the windward sides of all the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_69" id="page_69">[69]</a></span> +islands. The natives gathered and dried these +and were always glad to see the Chinaman come +around, as they were enabled to exchange them +for either cash or the sweet cakes which he carried +in his panniers. This fungus contains a good +deal of gelatinous matter and was formerly largely +exported to China, where it is used for soup +making. This poor little waif of a Celestial, +named Leong Sing, fell in love with our Lani at +first sight and the frequent occasions he took for +wandering up our valley were not warranted by +the inextensive trade which he found. He made +the acquaintance of a Chinaman who had a camp +in a neighboring valley, where he was making +charcoal from the branches of the koa trees, which +he purchased from us. He got to staying over +night with his friend and would sometimes join +our campfire of an evening and listen to Lani's +singing. None of us suspected him of the effrontery +of falling in love with our Lani or of +expecting her to reciprocate his affection. While +at work one day in the woods her father told us +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_70" id="page_70">[70]</a></span> +that the Chinaman had proposed and wanted to +carry her off to Lahaina, where his uncle had a +large store. This was a greater temptation to +Lani than we suspected, as she was very fond of +good clothes and the Chinese are noted for taking +the best of care of their wives in that respect. +Also was not Lahaina the capital, where young +people were numerous and where her accomplishments +would be appreciated?</p> + +<p>Her father had higher aspirations for his +daughter and wished that she might marry a +haole.</p> + +<p>There was a young man in camp, named +Frank Willoughby, (evidently a purser's name) +who had come round the Horn in a whaler and +had decamped as soon as the vessel touched at +Honolulu, as many of our best and worst men did. +Frank had a good education and was a very fine +looking, healthy young fellow of a most amiable +disposition. When Frank heard of the Chinaman's +proposal he said he would kill the saffron-colored +Celestial on sight and break every bone in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_71" id="page_71">[71]</a></span> +his body for his presumption. Then we knew +that Frank was badly smitten.</p> + +<p>But he was not the only one who was struck +bad, as there was a young half Hawaiian-Portuguese +named Joe Edwards who was also very denunciatory +of the Chinaman and expressed a wish +for his speedy demise. Some of us had noticed +that Frank was jealous of Joe, as the latter could +play the ukeke or Hawaiian Jew's harp, very well, +and as a stranger cannot tell what the player is +singing on the instrument to his <i>dulcinea</i>, Frank +could not understand how far Joe had got along +in his courtship.</p> + +<p>There was another party who was heels over +head in love with Lani and this was so utterly +unexpected that when the <i>denouement</i> took place, +"you might knock us all down with a feather." +This was a big hulk of a black Portuguese named +Shenandoah, from his having been captured on a +whaler by that Confederate pirate when on her +marauding excursion amongst the whalers in the +Arctic, from whence he was returned to Honolulu +with many others. He was a most repulsive, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_72" id="page_72">[72]</a></span> +villainous-looking scoundrel, with black warts on +his face; an Iago who could never capture our +Desdemona and consequently never came into our +calculations.</p> + +<p>Anyway the Chinaman's name was "mud" +from that time on.</p> + +<p>Frank could not talk much native and Lani's +English education had been sadly neglected, but +it would not be the first instance where love was +made with the eyes and not the tongue.</p> + +<p>The work in the woods, felling those mammoth +koas and hauling them with cattle to the +mill, was looked on more as play than work, but +we were very tired at night just the same. The +<i>ieie</i>, an almost impenetrable climbing vine, seemed +to take delight in wrapping its rootlets around +those koas, to the vexation of the woodsman, and +it would sometimes take hours to get at the trunk +of a tree. In chopping this ieie the axe would +sometimes fly back to the peril of the chopper. +Once Frank had the bad or good luck to get cut +in the head with his axe and as he bled very freely +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_73" id="page_73">[73]</a></span> +we were much alarmed and took him down to the +camp. Kamaka put a bandage of some native +herbs about his head and he remained at home for +two or three days. How far his courtship progressed +during his convalescence we were never +able to learn. Joe said he wished he himself could +get his foot cut off or something that he might be +invalided.</p> + +<p>Sometime after this the boss told us we could +all go down to Wailuku for a holiday and spend +the Fourth of July, which was going to be grandly +celebrated that year on account of some favorable +news from home, provided we would take a +load of koa lumber down. Horses were not very +plentiful with us and we were to ride on the load. +As Nui and Shenandoah were to drive the six +yoke of oxen and Lani and her mother were to +ride we jumped at the opportunity.</p> + +<p>The cattle were brought in from the woods, +after a tedious search for them, for a bullock can +hide himself easier under the <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'parisitic'">parasitic</ins> vines and +<ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'convolvulous'">convolvulus</ins> which hang from those mammoth +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_74" id="page_74">[74]</a></span> +koas than anywhere under the sun. The wagon +being loaded and the load bound on with chains +we eight took our places for an eighteen-mile +ride. Lani had provided leis for each of us and +she and her mother had collected an immensity of +ferns and ki leaves for a cushion to make the soft +side of the boards softer, and we had a large +hamper of lunch and a merrier party never started +for an ox-cart ride.</p> + +<p>We got away about 5 a. m., Nui and Shenandoah +walking on either side of the team and there +never was more fun in a basket of monkeys than +on that wagon. He had our old standbys, Nigger +and Puakea on the tongue and the young cattle +ahead and the trouble these cattle caused, "I +couldn't be telling." They would dash ahead and +fetch up, then they would turn on their tracks +and get tangled in the chains, then after a lot of +bad language they would get straightened out +and make another break, and this was repeated +<i>ad nauseam</i>.</p> + +<p>When we got them up out of the valley and the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_75" id="page_75">[75]</a></span> +weight of the load was relieved they made a +break to run and almost pulled the heads off the +tongue cattle, who, I believe, would sooner have +lost those extremities than have been so undignified +as to go faster than a walk. Down we +went through Kawaiki, and through Huluhulunui, +Puaahookui, and Kaluanui gulches, the +young cattle on the tear and the old ones on their +haunches, notwithstanding the chain lock which +we had on the wheels. The only thing to hold on +to was the binding chain and after getting our +hands nipped a few times we preferred to maintain +our positions by leaning up against each +other. We could not refrain from remarking on +the solicitude which both Frank and Joe exhibited +for Lani's welfare, doing everything they could +devise for her comfort. We have helped tip over +a pair of bobs in the snow at home to hear the +girls squeal, but we never had an experience of +riding on a bullock cart with a trio of lovesick +people when every instant produced a bump +which would drive a sane person into insanity.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_76" id="page_76">[76]</a></span> + +<p>The sun came up right glorious and gave us +the benefit of its full actinic rays for the whole +day. However, had we been in a palace car we +could not have had more fun.</p> + +<p>All across that sunburnt plain from East Maui +plantation to the beach at Kahului we bumped +over rocks and into gullies, for who ever knew +of a bullock team fool enough to miss any of those +opportunities of getting even on man for his +inhumanity to them. Towards 1 <span class="smcap">P. M.</span> we reached +Kahului, the cattle with their tongues hanging +out this three hours for lack of water. Here was +plenty of it and the whole team rushed into the +sea only to find that this fluid which so much +resembled water was not the kind they were +accustomed to.</p> + +<p>Now we were in real danger of getting drowned +or getting the wheels stuck in the quick-sand. +Frank suggested that we take the wheels off our +chariot, the way Pharaoh did and float ashore. +He was told to kulikuli and suggest some way +out of the difficulty which was feasible. All of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_77" id="page_77">[77]</a></span> +us knew how to direct the drivers however, and +if they had listened to us we would have been +there yet. Nui dashed into the water to seaward +of the cattle and striking one of the young leaders +on the nose it bellowed with pain and turned +shorewards and we were saved, probably for a +worse fate. We arrived safely at Wailuku and +hastened to relieve ourselves of the superfluous +real estate gathered on the way, for the winds of +Kahului isthmus can carry more red dirt per +cubic inch than any simoon in Arabia, and deposit +it more evenly on any obstructing surface.</p> + +<p>That evening we met Lani and her mother at +the village store and postoffice and she soon became +the recipient of much in the line of bright +colored dress goods. Frank received a remittance +from home and nothing would do but he must +give her a side saddle, one of those fancy looking +horse-killers such as they sold for twenty dollars. +Joe bought her a fancy bridle and another member +of the party gave her a flaming scarlet felt +saddle cloth. All these to a poor girl who did +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_78" id="page_78">[78]</a></span> +not own a horse. Horses were pretty cheap in +those days, from $5 up. Frank bought her a +cream colored mare from a bystander for $20 and +placing the saddle and accoutrements on he requested +her to mount and try the saddle.</p> + +<p>Shenandoah had been buying dress goods at +the instigation of Lani's mother and when he +came out and saw the beautiful girl mounted on +the prancing horse he swore she should never +ride it home and commanded her to dismount.</p> + +<p>This revelation was too much for us. What; +this clod of earth dare to talk in this manner to +our Lani? And using tones of authority too! +This was the last straw. Frank opened up on +him with a volubility and a vocabulary which +could only have been acquired before the mast on +an American whaler.</p> + +<p>Shenandoah dropped his armful of bundles and +made a rush at him to annihilate him. Frank had +played football too much in college to be badly +terrified and when the Portuguese struck at him +he lowered his head and rushed his black opponent, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_79" id="page_79">[79]</a></span> +taking him just in the short ribs with his +head, and Shenandoah was <i>hors de combat</i> instanter. +It was sometime before he could take a +breath, then had to be taken off to a room, which +he did not leave until we were ready to return to +Hoikaopuiaawalau.</p> + +<p>Frank got a nice horse for himself and he and +Lani enjoyed the Fourth of July.</p> + +<p>At that time there was a fashion among the +native women of making their own hats from +rooster skins. A fine bird would be selected, no +matter what the price ($5 has been paid for a +bird for that purpose). The skin was taken off +whole and while green put over a mold to dry. +Then they would line them and when rightly +made one could almost imagine it was a live +rooster sitting on a nest. Frank got one of the +best of these and gave it to Lani and the next day +as he and she rode on either side of the team, +for they drove us home, the sight of her was exceedingly +galling to Shenandoah who had to ride +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_80" id="page_80">[80]</a></span> +on the empty wagon, the cock appearing to crow +over him at every bounce of her horse.</p> + +<p>However the fun was not out of us yet nor +out of the bullock. They never seemed to tire +giving us our money's worth. When we had +arrived at Wailuku we turned them into a corral +where there was plenty of food and drink and +they ought to have been satisfied. Not so however, +for, about midnight a man came to our lodgings +and said our cattle had got loose into the +cane fields, and, tired as we were we all had to +get out and hunt them through the cane, and +corral them once more.</p> + +<p>We sailed across the plains easily enough but +when we came to the region of gulches and night +and the rain had set in the anxiety of those on +the wagon for their safety was pathetic. We had +some marvellous escapes but finally arrived in +camp in a half drowned condition.</p> + +<p>A couple of days afterwards the charcoal +burner came over and told us that Leong Sing +had been there during our absence, and says he, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_81" id="page_81">[81]</a></span> +"there he comes again." That evening he called +on Lani and she flatly told him in some expressive +way that she wished no more of his attentions. +He retired to the Chinese camp and we +saw him no more.</p> + +<p>The following day the Chinaman came over +and asked where Leong Sing was. We said we +did not know. Then said he, "he is dead for his +hat is lying beside the charcoal kiln and it looks +as if he had fallen in and been consumed." We +went over to see and things did have that appearance, +as the roof had fallen in and the pit was a +mass of flame. The Chinaman must have taken +the rejection of his suit very much to heart to +have destroyed himself by such a horrid route.</p> + +<p>That same day Shenandoah rode off to Makawao +on Lani's horse and reported the death of +Leong Sing and swore out a complaint charging +Frank Willoughby with the murder.</p> + +<p>A constable came over and took Frank away +and when the coroner's inquest was held the jury +returned a verdict: "died by the hands of some +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_82" id="page_82">[82]</a></span> +one unknown to us." At the examination before +the magistrate Shenandoah and Joe Edwards +both swore to having repeatedly heard Frank +Willoughby threaten to kill the Chinaman and +the magistrate held Frank without bail to be tried +by the next Circuit Court at Lahaina. He was +taken off over the mountains by a policeman. +Joe Edwards skipped out for fear he might be +also arrested, for his threats were as pronounced +as Frank's.</p> + +<p>When Frank and the guard got into Lahaina +he sent for an old friend of his father's who was +practicing law there and he persuaded the Circuit +Judge to accept bail as there had been no +body found and no cause for the calling of a +coroner's jury and that the magistrate merely +acted on the hearsay of a pair who were jealous +of the prisoner.</p> + +<p>Frank went home with Farwell and the latter +advised him to return home to New York saying +that he had frequently written to him advising +such a course and his parents were exceedingly +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_83" id="page_83">[83]</a></span> +anxious about him. Frank refused to skip his +bail and determined to stand trial like a man.</p> + +<p>Within two weeks the Chinaman, Leong Sing, +came in with his uncle who had gone to search +into the matter and Frank was ordered discharged. +The Chinaman had felt so heartbroken +that he had wandered away up the ravine and +climbed up on a ridge and kept on walking until +he met a heavy shower and as it is pretty cold +up there he turned to go back. Unfortunately he +did not take the same ridge down, a thing likely +enough to occur, as he had walked so far as to +have passed the heads of several ravines, and +keeping too much to the right had brought up +the following night at Halehaku, some six miles +from his point of departure. The natives took +care of him and in a few days he was enabled +to get a horse and return to camp to the agreeable +surprise of the rest of us.</p> + +<p>Frank took Mr. Farwell's advice and went +straight home to New York. Years afterwards +we were riding from Waihee to Lahaina by way +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_84" id="page_84">[84]</a></span> +of Kahakuloa and arriving at the latter village we +felt as if some fish and poi would taste good. It +was a dilapidated looking place and the shanties +were hardly improvements on pigsties, but we +decided that it was better to eat there than to +risk going farther and finding none.</p> + +<p>We stopped at the best looking shanty and +were told they would prepare us some <i>opihi</i>, a +shell fish abundant on the rocks there, the sale +of which is about the only source of livelihood +of the few inhabitants.</p> + +<p>Imagine our surprise when we were called to +eat to find that our hostess was none other than +Lani and that Shenandoah was our host and that +their eleven little black offsprings were the kids +we saw perched on the fence.</p> + +<p>Lani was an old fagged out woman without +any traces of the belle she had been, and Shenandoah +was blacker and uglier than ever. "Apples +of Sodom," said my friend, and we paid for our +opihi and poi and departed."</p> + +<p class="sig"><span class="smcap">J. W. Girvin.</span></p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_85" id="page_85">[85]</a></span> + +<h2><img src="images/title_ch5.jpg" width="400" height="43" alt="Legend of Hiku i Kanahele" title="Legend of Hiku i Kanahele" /></h2> + +<p><img class="figleft" src="images/letter_A.jpg" width="86" height="100" alt="A" title="A" /><br /> +bove the long sloping hills of Kona +where the coffee grows luxuriantly, +on the stately mountain of Hualalai, +he lived, this Hiku I Kanahele. +That he existed there can be no +doubt, for the Kamaainas will tell +you the most remarkable stories concerning +him, which have been cherished with all the +old-time love of romance to the present matter-of-fact +age, handed down from generation +to generation. They will tell you also that his +father Ku was a Demi-God and his mother Hina +a Demi-Goddess, and will eagerly show you a romantic +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_86" id="page_86">[86]</a></span> +relic of the past at the foot of the mountain, +the Ke Ana o Hina—Cave of Hina, and will +point out to you on the Kona coast, not far from +Kailua, with its soft, dreamy warm atmosphere +and enchanting bay, the palace where Hiku and +his bride resided.</p> + +<p>Ku and Hina had two children: Hiku, kane, +and Kawelu, wahine, she being many years his +junior. Hiku, however, did not know of her existence, +for when a very little kaikamahine she +was given to the care of the brave Chief of Holualoa, +who reared her as his own child.</p> + +<p>Beautiful as the sunrise was Kawelu, with eyes +as large, soft and brown as the heart of a sunflower, +tall, and graceful as the palms which swayed +in the murmuring breezes in her palace garden, +with a disposition sweet as the maile wreaths and +ohia leis her maidens wove to adorn her jet-black +hair, or wind around her willowy shapely form.</p> + +<p>Many were the young chiefs who sought her +favors, but for all she had only smiles of friendship, +though at times, with the wanton coquetry +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_87" id="page_87">[87]</a></span> +innate in the heart of every beautiful woman, she +would smile archly and invitingly upon some +handsome Alii, then regard him with a saucy indifference +which made her doubly precious in his +eyes. Agile as she was beautiful, her equal could +not be found throughout the Isle in athletic +games. Often, in the pastime of throwing the +spear, had she evaded half a dozen of these dangerous +weapons cast at her at once, catching +some with her hands, warding off or eluding the +others. None could hurl the arrows so dextrously +as she, nor ride so swiftly on the holua down +the steep hills, and few cared to leap from such +lofty rocks into the swollen streams; and she +would think it a light task to swim for miles upon +the gently swelling waters of the blue ocean, saying +with a merry laugh that the dreaded Mano +was her good friend. But the pastime she loved +best of all was surf riding, and so wondrously expert +was she in this exhilarating sport, and so +beautiful did she appear standing erect on her +board on the crest of an incoming wave, breaking +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_88" id="page_88">[88]</a></span> +in snowy foam all around her, so like a radiant +Nymph or Goddess freshly risen from the seething +waters, that the onlookers would burst into +thunderous applause, calling her Kawelu the +Beautiful, which was borne echoing up the mountain +for many miles; and it was there in his home +on the mountain top that Hiku heard these +strange sounds wafted thither by the vagrant +winds. Often had he asked his mother what they +meant, but always evasive were her answers, for +well she knew, with her wonderful power of divining +the future, what the result would be if he +should know. But at last, so persistent were his +queries, she told him the sounds he heard were +the voices of the people, applauding the most +lovely wahine in all the world, praising her beauty +and skill as she rode on the waves, and that this +beautiful maiden was his own sister. Then a +great warm desire filled his breast, and he said: +"I must go to her; I must see this charming sister +of mine, and ride with her on the waves." +With commands and entreaties Hina endeavored +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_89" id="page_89">[89]</a></span> +to detain him, but to no purpose. Then she told +him they would fall in love with each other, and +that would bring great pilikia, for it was considered +then a proper thing for the chiefs to make +love to and marry their own sisters.</p> + +<p>The next day Hiku departed for the coast with +a surf board made by his father. Being descended +from the Gods he had all their innate beauty +of form and cleverness; and the manner in which +he rode the waves called forth the plaudits of the +assembled crowd again and again.</p> + +<p>Kawelu, who at this time was indolently lying +on the royal mats in the palace, her shapely form +being lomilomied by her attentive maids, inquired +why the people applauded so heartily, and on being +told there had come a stranger to the shore +as strong and graceful and athletic as a God, and +that he was riding her favorite nalu, which were +tabu to those not of Royal birth, hastily encircled +her slender waist with her pa'u, and with the Leipalaoa +around her neck (an ivory insignia of +royalty enclosed in human hair), hurried to the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_90" id="page_90">[90]</a></span> +beach, and there upon the white gleaming crests +of her own nalu saw the most handsome youth +her liquid eyes smiled upon with a malo around +his loins, borne swiftly towards her, landing almost +at her feet. Their eyes met, and both stood +still as though transfixed by some delightful sensation, +then with a sudden joyous impulse she +took the Leipalaoa from her bosom and threw it +around his neck, expressing a desire for him, it +being a privilege, graciously accorded her royal +station, to ask whom she pleased to be her lover. +Hiku with all the fervor of the poetical nature +returned her impromptu affection, for she appeared +to him like one of his beautiful ancestors, who +were Gods and Goddesses, of whom Ku and Hina +had told him marvellous stories in his boyhood.</p> + +<p>The happy lovers repaired to the Chief, the +foster father of Kawelu, and when he learned of +Hiku's exalted station readily gave consent to +their union.</p> + +<p>Several months sped swiftly by, never had time +tripped along so merrily, his jaunty footsteps being +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_91" id="page_91">[91]</a></span> +hastened by hilarious luaus where hulas were +sung and danced; and throughout the happy +period the two lovers nestled together like a pair +of cooing doves, never out of each other's presence. +None amongst the hundreds of guests +could dance the hulas with such ease and grace, +nor sing so harmoniously; and when linked arm +in arm as they rode on their surf boards on the +hissing breakers, their handsome forms erect and +stately, they seemed to the wondering gazers like +the offspring of the Gods from some mystic realm +beyond the waste of waters surrounding their +tranquil isle or from one of the millions of moving +worlds that shone above at night, which ever filled +them with awe and amazement.</p> + +<p>But there comes a time in the sweetest moments +of our lives when the causes which induced +them cease to operate, when Love itself grows +tired of loving. Hiku had never before been so +long away from his parents, and having drank to +satiety of the love of his graceful Kawelu, a +strong yearning filled his heart to see his mother +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_92" id="page_92">[92]</a></span> +Hina, a yearning which increased daily, till at +length he told his affectionate bride that he must +leave her for awhile. With tears and entreaties +she implored him to stay, fearing this was a ruse +to abandon her, that he no longer wished her +caresses; but he became sullen and obstinate, and +one day at sunrise he stealthily left the couch of +his sweet young wife, whose eyes were softly +closed in blissful slumber.</p> + +<p>Kawelu awoke; Hiku was gone, and whither? +Perhaps forever? These were the thoughts which +swiftly filled her mind, and caused her eyes to +weep rivers of tears. Then she wildly prayed to +the Gods to bring him back to her aching bosom, +and finding no response, set out alone along the +mountain trail towards his home, where she surmised +he was journeying. But Hiku with his +natural intuition knew of her design, and calling +to his aid the clouds he bade them intercept her +path, and the rain he bade fall to make slippery +the ground for her feet, and the branches of the +trees and the ferns and vines to detain her. Despite +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_93" id="page_93">[93]</a></span> +these obstacles, with all Love's fond foolishness, +Kawelu followed her recreant lover for +many hours, to sink at last exhausted on the cold +wet earth, her soft skin torn by the thorny bushes +and branches of the ohias, and her long silken +hair tossed wildly around her form where the +ieie vine had clutched it as she passed. Salt tears +flowed from her eyes; her rosy morning dream of +Love had vanished, and the black despair of night +had taken its place. Calling loudly in the unbroken +silence of the forest for her lover, she +chanted the following lines pathetically:</p> + +<p><span class="poem i2">Pii ana Hiku i ke kualono,</span><br /> +<span class="poem i2">Ka lala e kau kolo ana;</span><br /> +<span class="poem i2">I keekeehiia e ka ua,</span><br /> +<span class="poem i2">Helelei ka pua ilalo,</span><br /> +<span class="poem i2">E Hiku hoi e,</span><br /> +<span class="poem i2">Hoi mai kaua e!</span></p> + +<p>Which roughly translated are as follows:</p> + +<p><span class="poem i2">Hiku has gone up the mountain,</span><br /> +<span class="poem i2">Where the long winding branches are creeping,</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_94" id="page_94">[94]</a></span> +<span class="poem i2">And the blossoms fall thickly around</span><br /> +<span class="poem i2">Where the rain on the branches is weeping:</span><br /> +<span class="poem i2">Oh Hiku! come back to me!</span></p> + +<p>The radiant tropic morning has dawned, the +sun has kissed the raindrops from the faces of the +flowers, but on the sweet gentle face of Kawelu +the raindrops of her heart still fall unceasingly! +Vainly her father tries to soothe her grief, for he +had found her weeping and shivering on the lonely +mountain side; vainly her maids cluster around +with soft words of condolence. At length she +sleeps, and they leave her, praying to the Gods to +take away this great sorrow, to make her again +the warm ray of sunshine, gladdening all with +which it came in contact. When they returned +Kawelu was dead! Grieved beyond endurance by +her tragic loss she sought release in Death for +this maddening pain her heart could never hold, +fastening with her own <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'gentlefingers'">gentle fingers</ins> around her +smooth round throat the death-inducing cord!</p> + +<p>Hiku had greeted his mother Hina with a kiss, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_95" id="page_95">[95]</a></span> +but she bent upon him reproachful eyes, and said +"My son, you have killed your sister; already she +lies dead through loss of you! You must now go +and try to undo the great wrong you have committed." +Then Hiku in despair rushed down the +mountain accompanied by Ku, and reaching the +palace of his beautiful Kawelu found his mother's +words to be true, and with loud manifestations of +grief had her body placed in a dark cool room +which was tabu to all.</p> + +<p>By his superior intuition Ku discerned Kawelu's +soul had gone to Aina Milu, a region of pleasure +in the underwood, a place where the spirits of +those who break Nature's laws go at death, where +no sun ever shines. The entrance to this realm +of shades he found to be in the fertile valley of +Waipio, and thither he and the now distracted +Hiku swiftly sped, gathering as they went the +Kowali vine, weaving of it a stout rope. On the +side of the valley they discovered a large hole +(pointed out by the natives to the present day) +which Ku said was the entrance to this darksome +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_96" id="page_96">[96]</a></span> +world of festive spirits. Hiku unwound his huge +coil of rope with the delicate blue and white Kowali +flowers entwined in its strands, and prepared +to descend into the dark pit. Previous to doing +so, however, he provided himself with an empty +cocoanut shell, and rubbed his body all over with +some rotten kukui nut oil, which emitted a most +offensive odor, and with a kukui nut for a light, +whilst Ku firmly held the rope, he descended into +the blackness.</p> + +<p>On reaching the bottom he found himself in a +gloomy region amidst thorny trees without leaves +and fruit, dry and barren, with a close heavy +stifling atmosphere, whose odor excited the +senses and produced an intense thirst. Countless +numbers of spirits were gathered there, all active +and restless, engaged in the very games they were +fond of on earth. A great luau was being prepared, +where thousands of phantom pigs and +chickens were cooking in fires that gave no light. +The Demon King Milu was going that night to +marry a beautiful fresh young soul who had just +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_97" id="page_97">[97]</a></span> +arrived in his weird realm; and looking towards +the throne of the king Hiku in dismay saw she +was none other than his own lost bride.</p> + +<p>Much excitement was created by the presence +of Hiku, but he smelled so badly of the rotten +kukui nuts that the spirits did not care to approach +very closely, designing him "Ke akua +pilau,"—the bad smelling ghost.</p> + +<p>The merry game of Kilu was going on at the +time, and in a few moments his presence was forgotten +in its absorbing delights. The game is +one of love, a wahine taking in her hand a small +ball, with which she endeavors to strike the kanaka +she desires, chanting at the same time a +verse of a song, and if successful he becomes her +immediate lover.</p> + +<p>Kawelu was still seated on the elevated throne, +holding in her dainty fingers the little ball which +was the promoter of this intense merriment. Her +mobile lips were chanting a cooing refrain, one +which she and Hiku together had composed on +earth in the glad days of their <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'grief'">brief</ins> wedded life. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_98" id="page_98">[98]</a></span> +In the midst of it she stopped, and he took up the +chant, all the others remaining silent, as the song +was unknown to them. Instantly she called in a +tremulous voice, "Who is this that sings;" as +though some forgotten memory had wakened in +her soul. No one spoke; then she left her place +and went amongst the throng, looking into each +face until she came to Hiku, who was crouching +low, when she stopped, but finding in him a bad-smelling +ghost she returned and recommenced +the chant. Again she paused a moment when +half through, and once more Hiku took up the refrain. +Kawelu was intensely agitated; this time +she observed it was the bad-smelling spirit who +chanted the remainder of her melody, and again +approached him, but he during this time had +made a swing of his long rope and was swiftly +swinging backwards and forwards, to the delight +of the clustering spirits who had never seen anything +of the kind before. "How smart the bad-smelling +ghost is," they said, whilst Kawelu clapped +her hands delightedly at the performance, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_99" id="page_99">[99]</a></span> +expressing a desire to get on the swing; but Hiku, +disguising his voice, said "this is a very difficult +thing to learn; you might injure yourself +seriously if you tried it without my help; if you sit +in my lap I will swing you, then afterwards you +can swing by yourself." But the swinging spirit +smelled so strongly she would not accept his invitation +until they had placed a long wrapper +around him, when she did as he suggested. +Higher and higher Hiku sent the swing; with all +the strength of his nervy, muscular, frame he propelled +it back and forth, holding Kawelu close to +his heart the while, which was beating rapidly +with trembling hopes. Suddenly he pulled on the +rope, the signal agreed on with his father to haul +him up, and immediately, still moving in long +tremendous sweeps, the swing rose high in the +air, higher and higher each instant, amidst the +alarmed shouts of the subjects of Milu, whose +shrill cries echoed gruesomely along the avenues +of foliageless trees, "He is stealing the +King's wahine, he is stealing the King's wahine." +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_100" id="page_100">[100]</a></span> +Milu leaped madly forward to snatch +her from his arms, but slipped on the Kilu +ball, which lay on the ground, he fell heavily +forward, and was trampled under the feet of his +excited minions, and swift as were their movements, +the marvellous strength of Ku, hauling up +the swing, was more availing, for it shot up the +black shaft with lightning rapidity, the startled +Kawelu struggling wildly to escape, Hiku clasping +her tightly to his breast, holding her easily in +his strong grasp, chanting some mystic words +whereby she became smaller and smaller, until +he held her in the hollow of his hand, when he +forced her into the empty cocoanut shell, and +holding his fingers firmly over the hole safely returned +to earth, glad to escape from the gloom of +this underworld of <ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'unyholesome'">unwholesome</ins> mirth and ceaseless +revelry. Quickly they turned their faces towards +Hualalai, looking in the distance like a +dark ominous shadow, and before many hours +their anxious feet echoed in the chamber where +lay the mute body of Kawelu, still under strict +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_101" id="page_101">[101]</a></span> +tabu, no dog having barked in the vicinity of its +sacred precincts, nor foot of man passed by the +spot, since their departure.</p> + +<p>The spirit leaves the body through the eyes, +through the little holes in the corners of the eyes +nearest the nose, when Death calls it. This Ku +and Hiku knew, but they also knew that the spirit +cannot return in the same manner, that it must +find its way, if ever it returns, into its earthly tenement +of flesh and blood through the hollow in the +sole of the foot. Placing the cocoanut there, and +removing his finger from the hole, Hiku commanded +the spirit of his beloved Kawelu to enter +her body, lying there so pathetically cold and still +that the tears sprang to his eyes as he gazed. +The spirit went as far as the knee, when it returned; +again he commanded it to enter, and this +time it went to the hip, but could go no further. +Once again he commanded the spirit to seek an +entrance, and with fluttering heart and motionless +limbs awaited the outcome of those terribly +anxious moments, for well he knew how many +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_102" id="page_102">[102]</a></span> +were the chances of the soul being lost in the intricate +channels of the body, then to his unbounded +joy he perceived a slight pulsing movement of +the eyelids, then a gradual unveiling of her liquid +dark-brown orbs, as she murmured, "Why did +you wake me; I had so pleasant a sleep; why did +you not let me rest;" but when she felt the warm-impassioned +kisses of her lover on her cold lips, +and heard his voice sounding in her ears like rare +music she vaguely remembered having heard before +under sweet conditions, breathing protestations +of affection and love, and when his warm +tears of joyous thankfulness fell on her smooth +<ins title="Transcriber's note: original reads 'velvetry'">velvety</ins> cheek, she awoke to a full realization of +the tranquil bliss of love, of the delicious unspeakable +harmony poets vainly endeavor to describe, +remembering vividly the weird events of the past +few days, and her arms twined lovingly around +the form of her own Hiku, on whose trembling +bosom she softly nestled.</p> + +<p>Centuries have passed; Hiku and Kawelu no +longer exist on this plane of action, but whilst the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_103" id="page_103">[103]</a></span> +Hawaiian race endures will live the story of their +love, and the spectral past with its warriors and +gods, and its warm love and worship and +song and story will ever be brilliantly reflected +in their hearts. The lovers lived to a mellow +old age, ever faithful to each other, +blessed with a numerous offspring, from whom +the kings of Hawaii claimed descent. And +the old kamaainas will earnestly tell you that +every bit of this romantic story is absolutely true.</p> + +<p class="sig">MAURICIO.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_104" id="page_104">[104]</a></span> + +<h2><img src="images/title_ch6.jpg" width="400" height="43" alt="Story of a Brave Woman" title="Story of a Brave Woman" /></h2> + +<p><img class="figleft" src="images/letter_T.jpg" width="86" height="100" alt="T" title="T" /><br /> +hree riders came out of the woods, +and, turning into the road leading +from Napoopoo to the uplands, +slowly began the ascent. As they +went up, the long plains, reaching +from the forest covered heights +of Mauna Loa to the ocean, seemed to grow +broader, and the sea rose higher, till the far +away horizon almost touched the sinking sun. +Lanes of glassy water stretched from the shore +into illimitable distance. A ship lying motionless +looked as if hanging in mid-air. Under the +cliff the delicate lines of cocoanut and palm trees +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_105" id="page_105">[105]</a></span> +were silhouetted against the ocean mirror. Far +to the south ran the black and frowning coast, relieved +here and there by white lines of foam +creeping lazily in from the ocean, only to look +darker as the surf melted from sight. On the +plain, little clusters of trees, or a house, or a thin +curl of smoke, indicated the presence of men: +and back of all rose the forest, vast, dim and mysterious, +stretching away for miles till lost in the +clouds resting softly on the bosom of the mountain.</p> + +<p>Such a scene could not fail to arrest attention, +and, though our riders were tired, they reined in +their horses to enjoy its quiet beauty.</p> + +<p>"What a wonderful scene! I have been through +Europe, feasted my eyes on the Alps, and have +seen the finest that America can produce, but I +never saw its equal," said the tourist.</p> + +<p>"It looks as if such a picture might be the +theatre of thrilling romance and history" said +the Coffee Planter. "Is it not here that Captain +Cook was killed? And I think I have heard that +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_106" id="page_106">[106]</a></span> +a famous battle was fought somewhere near: the +last struggle of the past against advancing Christianity."</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied the Native, slowly, with a lingering +look in his eyes, as he turned from the inspiring +view to his companions. "Yes, this is all +historic ground. Over there under the setting +sun, at Kuamoo, was fought the battle of Kekuaokalani, +and there a heroic woman braved and +met death with her husband, a rebel chief. On +these plains below and on yonder heights there +have been many thrilling scenes in Hawaii's history. +But all of the romance is not in the past. +Do you see those houses away down the coast, +this side of the high lands of Honokua? See +how they glow in the setting sun-light. That is +Hookena, and only a few years ago it witnessed +the last act in a simple drama, which can hardly +be excelled in all the tales of heroism in the past. +It was told me in part by the woman who was or +is the heroine, for she yet lives. And I looked at +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_107" id="page_107">[107]</a></span> +her in wonder, because she was so unconscious +of it all."</p> + +<p>"Let us hear the story," said the Planter. "We +will sit on that high point and watch this glorious +scene fade into moonlight, while we rest and +listen." They dismounted and stepped from the +road to a projecting rock and, throwing themselves +on the grass where none of the wonderful +vision could be missed, listened. The Native +looked a little embarrassed at his sudden transformation +from guide to story-teller, but accepted +the position and began.</p> + +<p>"Many years ago a native family lived a few +miles above Hookena, on land which had been +occupied by their ancestors for generations, for +they belonged to the race of chiefs. The house +was hidden from the road, in the midst of a grove +of orange, bread-fruit, mango, banana and other +trees. It is on storied ground, for many stirring +events in the past history of Hawaii had occurred +here. A son and three daughters were the children. +They received more than the usual care and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_108" id="page_108">[108]</a></span> +attention given to Hawaiian children, and had +grown to man and womanhood serious and reflective. +The young man, Keawe, was filled with +a desire to do something noble for his dying race. +Though he had travelled over the Islands and +had been well received everywhere, yet he was +heart-free, and said he would never marry, but +wait untrammelled till his time for action should +come. With eagerness he watched political developments +at the capital. His heart beat wildly +when the last Kamehameha died, and Kalakaua +was elected King. Such a method of King-making +did not suit his chivalric ideas. The records +of personal prowess, of brave chiefs and noble +women were his delight. He mourned that such +records belonged to the well nigh forgotten past. +His ambition was not ignoble. He wanted the +Hawaiians to be worthy of the best civilization, +to maintain a Hawaiian kingdom, because that +the native was equal to it. While he mourned, +he condemned the frequent failures, under which +the native was forfeiting the confidence of his +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_109" id="page_109">[109]</a></span> +white friends. He was one of the overwhelming +majority who regarded Kalakaua's accession as +unworthy, and as the beginning of the end of +Hawaiian supremacy.</p> + +<p>One day, while fishing at the beach where he +was doing more dreaming than fishing; sometimes +idly watching a laughing company of girls +who were bathing and surf-riding; he was startled +by a cry of terror. Springing to his feet, he saw +that one of the girls was desperately struggling +to swim ashore, where her affrighted companions +were running wildly about crying for help. +Looking toward the sea he saw a large fin on the +surface rapidly following the swimmer. Accustomed +to every athletic sport; perfectly at home +in the water; always cool and self possessed, he +saw, that to overtake her, the shark must pass a +low rocky headland, and in an instant he was +there with a long knife in his hand. He remembered +seeing the face of the girl as she struggled +desperately to escape. There was a single terrified +glance, but he saw a beautiful woman, with a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_110" id="page_110">[110]</a></span> +face indicating a higher type than usual. There +was no time for admiration. The shark was turning +and, with a horrid open mouth, was about to +rush upon its victim. He gave a loud shout, +jumped full upon the huge beast, and in an instant +had plunged his knife to the hilt again and +again into its body. Then he was hurled into the +seething brine, as the frightened animal with +frantic plunges rushed seaward. Coming to the +surface and looking about he saw the body of the +girl near by. He thought her dead. She was +indeed stunned and hurt, for the shark gave her +a fearful blow in turning. It was the work of +only a minute to drag her out. There for a +moment he saw the full measure of her youth and +beauty, but did not wait for returning consciousness. +Seeing that she was recovering he walked +swiftly away.</p> + +<p>But he was wounded, and, denounce and reproach +himself as he would, the sweet face ever +and anon came before his eyes, and sent the blood +tingling and dancing through his veins. He +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_111" id="page_111">[111]</a></span> +tried to crush out the image, and determined to +enter into active life; to cease dreaming, and begin +then and at once to accomplish his high aims.</p> + +<p>The political campaign, culminating in the +election of 1886, had commenced. Kalakaua had +announced the aim of his reign: to increase and +develope the Hawaiian people. "Hawaii for the +Hawaiians" made an inspiring war cry. Keawe +entered with energy and hope into the conflict. +Yet it troubled him, and it seemed as if there was +something wrong in opposing the noble Pilipo, +who had so long faithfully represented the people +of Kona in the National Legislature. But Kalakaua +declared that Pilipo must be replaced by +another man, and was himself coming to assist +in the conflict. With the ancient faith and confidence +in the chief, Keawe put aside his doubts +and worked day and night for the success of the +holy cause. It was holy to him and as the day of +election drew near, his belief grew stronger, that +at last a deliverer had come and Hawaii was to +be redeemed. Already he saw, in a bright future, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_112" id="page_112">[112]</a></span> +a government by Hawaiians with full friendship +for all nations, and cordial relations with those +who had helped his people into the best light of +civilization. The King came, and with him a +troop of palace guards from Honolulu. When +all of these were, by the royal will, duly registered +as voters, and means, other than argument +and persuasion, were used to help on the good +cause, a chilly sense of something wrong cooled +Keawe's ardor. He met the King and was cordially +received. His heart bounded with pleasure +at words of praise for his work. An invitation to +a feast and dance was accepted, and only when +he went and saw, did he realize the mockery and +sham behind the fine words. Heart sick, dizzy +with a sore disappointment, early the next morning, +when all were sleeping, he mounted his horse +and stole away, alone. The cold mountain air +relieved the pain in his head, but his heart was +weary and the future looked dark. He saw that +if there was momentary triumph, all the sooner +disaster must come; and he longed to know how +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_113" id="page_113">[113]</a></span> +to avert the danger. He grew weary thinking +and trying to hope, and his thoughts went to +other things. Again he was in the water, struggling +to save her life. Again the sweet face appeared +before him, so fair and gentle. The sun +was hot now; he had ridden for hours, and, +alighting, threw himself on the grass and looked +up through the leafy bower at the bright sky. +Perhaps he slept; at any rate he dreamed that a +sweet voice was singing "Aloha oe." He sat up +and listened. It was not a dream, and a strong +desire to see the face of the singer possessed him. +The voice drew nearer, then she passed near by +carrying a pitcher, and went to a spring. It was +the girl he had saved from the shark! She wore a +loose flowing gown of white, and a maile branch +twisted about her head hardly confined the silky +hair which floated down her back. A coral pin +held the gown at her neck. Short sleeves only +partly hid her graceful and shapely arms.</p> + +<p>Keawe arose and stood watching. His heart +beat tumultuously. No other woman had so +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_114" id="page_114">[114]</a></span> +strongly moved him, and now he would speak +and not run again. A movement startled her, +and rising with the dripping pitcher in her hand, +she turned and saw him. That she knew him +was instantly evident; but her eyes modestly +dropped and she moved as if to go. But he was +in the path, and, seeing that, she hesitated and +turned to go through the woods, but could not +and stood again, looking at her feet which just +peeped from below the gown. Keawe stepped +towards her and said, "Do you remember +the shark?" "Yes, I know you," she replied. +Her eyes said more and he saw it again. As he +stepped nearer she said, "Why did you not let +me thank you? I thought you might come." It +flashed through his mind that he had wasted two +months pursuing an ignis fatuus, only to have +nothing but bitterness at the end, when it might +have been ——! "I was afraid to come," +he replied. "I wanted to work for Hawaii and +our people." "Yes, I know," she said. "You +have spoken bravely. All Kona trusts in your +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_115" id="page_115">[115]</a></span> +words!" "Did you believe them?" he quickly +asked. "Do you believe in <i>me</i>?" A look was +her reply. "Will you believe in me if I say that +I have done with 'Hawaii for the Hawaiians', under +such leadership?" "I will always believe in +you. But come, you are tired. My father will be +glad to meet you," she said quickly. "May I +drink?" he said, and held out his hand. She +gave him the pitcher, which he held and looked +at the pretty figure standing near the spring. +"You are Rebecca at the well." "And are you +Abraham's servant?" "No, I am Isaac himself," +he replied and tried to take her hand. "Oh! but +Isaac did not meet Rebecca at the well!" And, +laughing merrily, she ran down the path towards +her home. He followed but though he wanted, +the opportunity for other words did not come; +she was so coy.</p> + +<p>It was not the only visit. Very often did business +calls take him along that lovely mountain +road and there was always a welcome at the home +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_116" id="page_116">[116]</a></span> +of Lilia. He told her of his love, and in April +they were married.</p> + +<p>They built a little cottage which nestled snugly +in a quiet valley on the mountain side, and there +they passed a few months of perfect happiness. +All loved them. He was regarded as the wise +adviser and friend of the country-side. She became +the gentle sister of those who were ill, or +suffering or wayward, and their home was the +center of an influence which helped and lifted.</p> + +<p>But a shadow came into their lives. He grew +silent, reserved, almost afraid of his beautiful Lilia. +She watched with eager anxiety and entreated +his confidence, but his lips were sealed. +Only his tremulous voice and shaking hand betrayed +suffering. Sometimes she fancied that his +hands grew palsied and his bright eye was dim, +but repelled the fancy with terror. One day he +came home with such a look that her heart stood +still, and words died upon her lips. He gazed +into her eyes with passionate agony and, taking +her hands, said "Will you still believe in me if I +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_117" id="page_117">[117]</a></span> +say we must part; that I must leave you and go +away, and you must stay here and live out your +life—your precious life, so dear to me—all, all +alone?" Then her courage came, and she said, +"No, I will never leave you. You are mine. I +must go too, wherever you go!" "But," said he, +"I have seen the examining surgeon to-day, and +he says that I must go by the next trip of the +steamer to Honolulu." And then the full measure +of her woe dawned upon the stricken wife. +With unutterable anguish she threw her arms +about his body and clasped him tightly to her +breast. "I was allowed to come here and prepare +to go, and to bid a last farewell to all I hold so +dear. I shall never see these trees, the flowers, +this house, my friends, nor you, my precious wife, +again." But her face had grown hard and stern, +and, relaxing her hold, she told her plan. It was +to take him into a far off deep recess in the +woods. There was up the mountain side a deep +crater, overgrown with trees, ferns, vines and a +wild luxuriance of growth, which kindly nature +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_118" id="page_118">[118]</a></span> +had draped so softly that its hideousness was lost. +It was considered inaccessible, and only the +family knew of an ancient lava cavern which entered +its deepest recess. One of several mouths +of the cavern was near the house. "But the law +says that I must go," he urged. "There is no law +higher than my love for you," and he yielded to +her imperious urgency. Quickly and stealthily +she carried there such articles as the simplest life +might require, and a few days later, when the officers +of the law came, Keawe was not to be found +and no one knew where they had gone.</p> + +<p>With untiring love the wife watched and aided +her husband. Together they built a little bower +out of view from the upper edges of the crater, +under the spreading branches of a kukui tree. +A little pool, fed by the constant drip from the +over-hanging wall, supplied them with pure +water. Near at hand, under a mass of ferns, +maile and ieie, was the mouth of the cavern. She +grew familiar with its turns and windings, till +she almost dared to brave its black recesses without +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_119" id="page_119">[119]</a></span> +a torch. In one of its dry and sheltered windings, +she stored articles of food and clothing, +thinking that sometime a watch might be stationed +at the home on the hill-side, and she could +not venture out. But days melted into weeks; +weeks became months: two years passed, and +their hiding place was not discovered. No one +came, though Keawe often longed to see the faces +of friends. But they were afraid to venture near +and the cavern echoed only to her feet, and the +silence of the deep pit was only broken by their +voices and the music of birds. At times, a sudden +gust rushed down the steep sides and every +tree waved and bowed its head, and the leaves +of the banana rustled and quivered. The sun-light +only touched the bottom in summer and +then for a few minutes only. But it was not +gloomy, the glorious sky was always there and +the brilliant light, and bloom and fragrance filled +the air. No, it was not always bright, sometimes +tempests whirled far over their heads; trees in the +world above tossed their branches over the abyss, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_120" id="page_120">[120]</a></span> +leaves and twigs fell gently, or branches, and +once, a tree, were hurled down with deafening +noise. The roar of thunder, and vast sheets and +torrents of rain filled the pit. Once, in a still +night, they were startled and terrified by a sudden +boom far below their feet and the earth +shook, stones rattled down the rocky sides of the +abyss, and they remembered the dread power of +the volcano. "It is Pele! she is angry with us!" +cried Lilia. "No," replied her husband, "we +have thrown ourselves into the protecting bosom +of the Goddess! We are safe in her arms." They +were safe from human sight and interference, +and Lilia's soul feasted in the presence of him she +loved. She poured out upon him such a wealth +of devotion, that a miser might have envied. But +alas, though safe from man, he was under the fell +power of disease, and slowly yielded. Day after +day he grew weaker and less able to help himself, +until the fond wife performed the most menial +tasks. But they were not menial to her. Every +thing for him was a glory and a joy.</p> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_121" id="page_121">[121]</a></span> + +<p>"I cannot last long," he said one day, "and I +want you to have my lands. Get your mother's +young husband, the lawyer, to come, that it may +be settled." He came, and, looking wonderingly +about, prepared a deed which he said would accomplish +the object. Keawe was not satisfied. +"It sounds wrong—why should the name of your +wife appear?<ins title="Transcriber's note: quotation mark added">"</ins> he asked. "She is your wife's +mother," was the reply, "and you cannot convey +to your wife direct. When this deed is recorded +my wife can then convey to your wife. You must +hurry or it will be too late," said the coming man. +With some doubt still, but trusting to his friend's +good faith, knowing he was alone cut off from all +the world, Keawe signed, and the deed was taken +away. Patiently they waited for weeks to finish +the business, "and then," said Keawe, "you will +have a home." But the lawyer did not come, and +evaded Lilia's eager questions.</p> + +<p>One day when returning to the cavern, her +heart stood still as she saw slowly emerging from +its mouth, several police officers, bearing on a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_122" id="page_122">[122]</a></span> +rough litter the helpless form of her beloved Keawe. +At a glance she saw the whole base deception. +Her step-father had betrayed their secret +hiding place, and the end had come! With a +frantic wail of despair, she flung herself at their +feet and begged and implored. But her entreaties +were vain, and the sick man was taken to +Hookena where the steamer was waiting. At +the landing, as the boat drew near the shore, she +learned that he was to go alone and then her +grief knew no bounds. As he was put on board +and turned imploring eyes on her, she made a +desperate attempt to go too, and in her struggle +her clothing was almost torn away. The officers +of the law thought they were doing their duty, +but their eyes were full of pity. "Keawe! Oh +Keawe, my beloved husband!" she cried, "let me +go with you!" But no answer came. The steamer +turned her head towards the sea, and he was +gone. She fell to the earth, and lay with buried +face for many minutes. It seemed to her that +nothing was left and bitterly she mourned her +<span class='pagenum'><a name="page_123" id="page_123">[123]</a></span> +loss. But suddenly starting, she asked eagerly +for a horse, which was furnished at once by a +sympathetic friend. Mounting, she went without +stopping for rest or food until, on the second day, +Kawaihae was reached. Soon a steamer came, +and she went to Honolulu, only to hear on landing +that Keawe had died on the trip down. Giving +way to despair, she dejected sought the house +of an aunt, where she was kindly received, and +there she remained for several months."</p> + +<p>"And that is the story," said the Native.</p> + +<p>"It is rather sad, but she was a heroine sure +enough," said the Planter.</p> + +<p>The pale light of the crescent moon served +only to render the landscape shadowy. All nature +rested: An owl fluttered slowly by and a soft +murmur from far below told that the restless sea +alone moved. There was no other sound. The +riders mounted and silently stole away.</p> + +<p class="sig">THE NATIVE.</p> +<br /><br /> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Six Prize Hawaiian Stories of the +Kilohana Art League, by various authors + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SIX PRIZE HAWAIIAN STORIES *** + +***** This file should be named 35437-h.htm or 35437-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/5/4/3/35437/ + +Produced by David Edwards, Andrew Chesley and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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