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                 HIWA

               A TALE OF
                ANCIENT
                HAWAII


                EDMUND
                P. DOLE


            [Illustration]


               HARPER &
               BROTHERS
             NEW YORK AND
             LONDON _MCM_


  Copyright, 1900, by Edmund P. Dole.

        _All rights reserved._




                TO

       SANFORD BALLARD DOLE

           [Decoration]




CONTENTS


  CHAPTER                                               PAGE
     I. Ku is Avenged                                      1

    II. The Vow                                            8

   III. A Royal Marriage                                  11

    IV. The Rescue of the Boat                            17

     V. Training a Warrior                                28

    VI. Hiwa's Visit                                      38

   VII. Hiwa's Teachings                                  44

  VIII. Manoa                                             51

    IX. Kaanaana                                          66

     X. "The Thunderbolt is Swifter than the Thunder"     71

    XI. Over the Mountains                                78

   XII. The Battle                                        84

  XIII. The Sacrifice                                     91

  Glossary                                                99




HIWA

A TALE OF ANCIENT HAWAII




CHAPTER I

KU IS AVENGED


THE first glimmering of dawn rested on Waipio Valley. The _moi kane_,
his great nobles and chief officers of state, his personal attendants,
his guards, heralds, priests, diviners, bards, story-tellers, dancers,
and buffoons, the whole _aialo_, even to the lowest menials of the
court, slept the deep sleep that follows a night of heavy eating and
heavier drinking. All slept except Aa, the terrible high-priest, and a
few score men of his personal following. The royal city was silent.

It lay among surroundings both lovely and grand. The valley itself,
only a few feet above sea-level and flat as a Western prairie, was,
then as now, rich almost beyond exaggeration, and green with all
edible products of the lowlands. It was thickly dotted with grass
huts, for in those times, before the great wars and centuries before
the white strangers came with their loathsome diseases that consumed
flesh and bone, the population was dense.

The valley fronted on the open ocean, unobstructed by land for
thousands of miles. On every other side it was shut in by rock walls
from two to three thousand feet high. At the southwest extremity the
Waipio River, cold from the mountain-side, clear and sparkling, fell
six hundred feet to a narrow shelf of rock, and then, dropping a
thousand feet more at a single plunge, suddenly became a sluggish
stream, with a current hardly perceptible, winding its tortuous way to
the sea. To the northwest were the Saw-Teeth of the Gods, wild and
picturesque verdure-clad mountains that to this day form impenetrable
barriers between the plantations of Hamakua and North Kohala. To the
southeast, stretching along the coast for a hundred miles, were the
rich highlands of Hamakua, Hilo and Puna, rising, ever rising, as they
recede from the sea until they reach the dizzy heights of Mauna Kea,
and of Mauna Loa, where eternal winter wages intermittent war with
rock fires from the bowels of the earth.

In the gray twilight of that morning, centuries ago, Eaeakai paddled
his fishing-canoe down the Waipio River and up the coast, straight to
the Saw-Teeth of the Gods. In the early morning there was good fishing
opposite those stupendous cliffs, and Eaeakai had taken to himself a
buxom _wahine_, who could not live on love alone any more than if she
were a _haole_ bride, but had to have her fish and poi. He was also in
daily expectation of another responsibility. Thus far there had always
been fish and poi in his hut, for he was industrious and thrifty, rich
for a landless freeman, _kanaka-wale_, as his _kaukehi_ or single
dug-out was the trimmest and swiftest on all the Windward Coast. Best
of all, he was a happy man, for he was very much in love with his own
wife. So he chanted a love _mele_ as he bent to his work.

He had scarcely reached his fishing-ground and baited his turtle-shell
hook when he heard a rustling sound overhead. As he looked up he
caught glimpses through the dense foliage of a woman, in the garb of
Eve, rapidly making her way down the steep declivity, regardless of
the sharp thorns and terrible lava that cut and tore her hands and
feet and body. Yet, in spite of her desperate haste, and at the peril
of her life, she firmly clutched and carefully guarded from rock and
thorn the _mamo_ which royalty alone might wear and live.

Eaeakai gazed for a moment, dumb and motionless with amazement. Then
he flung himself upon his face, crying, "_E moe o! E moe o! Hiwa, Moi
Wahine!_"

Hiwa gave command before she reached the bottom of the
cliff--"Fisherman, bring me the boat! _Wiki wiki!_ Quick!"

Kneeling in his canoe, Eaeakai paddled to the shore and prostrated
himself with his face to the ground, for well he knew that by Hawaiian
law it was death for a common man like him to stand in the presence or
in the shadow of Hiwa, _alii-niaupio, tabu moi wahine_, goddess-queen.

She sprang into the canoe, seized the paddle, and sped up the coast.

Eaeakai lay grovelling on the ground until she was a goodly distance
from him. Then he sat up and began to realize that probably he was
ruined. His boat, which made him the envy of fishermen for fifty miles
around, and upon which he had spent months of patient toil, was gone.
It was his pride, his wealth, his livelihood. Hiwa was fleeing from
enemies. He could expect no reward if she should escape and return in
triumph, for he was beneath her notice; but, if she should be
overtaken and slain, the service he had rendered her would not be
forgiven. The boat would tell the story, and he would be hunted down
and killed or offered a sacrifice to the gods.

Presently, as he turned his eyes in the direction of his home, he saw
a great war canoe approaching. He hid behind a rock and watched it.
He counted twenty-six warriors at the paddles, and recognized Aa, the
high-priest, commanding them. They had caught sight of Hiwa, and were
doing their utmost to overtake her.

Eaeakai knew that an heir to the throne was expected. Who in all the
land did not? "If it were not for her condition," he said to himself,
"she might give them a long chase; but the end would be the same."

Her enemies rapidly gained on her, although she handled the paddle
with marvelous strength and skill, and she seemed to have no chance of
escape. Suddenly she plunged into the water and disappeared.

Her pursuers hastened to the spot. One of them reached out to save the
boat, a chattel of great value to a Hawaiian; but the fanatical
high-priest interposed. "Let it dash itself to pieces on the rocks!"
he exclaimed. "It is accursed! _Tabu!_"

The shore at that point was a traverse section of one of the huge
Saw-Teeth, rising from deep water nearly perpendicularly two thousand
feet into the air. No living creature, save some insect or reptile
that clings to the bare face of a rock, could obtain a foothold there.
Hiwa was not a lizard to cling to that cliff, and if she were, she
would be in plain sight. Neither was she a bird to soar above and
beyond it. She was not a fish; if still alive, she must come to the
surface. After watching for her long and anxiously, they discovered a
few drops of blood. A sharp fin above the waves, slowly moving
seaward, afforded a ready explanation.

The high-priest's face lighted with savage triumph as he cried:
"Ukanipo, the Shark-God, hath her! Ku is avenged!"

So thought Eaeakai. "Black death hangs over me!" he wailed. "Lilii
will have no _kane_ to bring her fish and poi and the little _keike_
will be fatherless from its birth!"

The story of the death of Hiwa and of the unborn heir to the throne
spread from lip to lip through the nation, and all men believed it and
said, "Ukanipo, the Shark-God, hath her! Ku is avenged!" And a great
fear fell upon them, the fear of Aa, the terrible high-priest of Ku.




CHAPTER II

THE VOW


A WOMAN lay on the ground. She was about twenty years of age, of regal
stature; for among ancient Hawaiians men and women of kingly stock
were gigantic, fully six feet in height, with broad shoulders, deep,
full bust, and huge hips and limbs that indicated great vitality and
enormous strength. Yet her figure, from the mighty neck to the
delicately shaped feet, was so graceful in its outlines, so perfect a
type of beauty in a giantess, that it would have been a joy to
Phydias. Her face was full of intelligence, of firmness, of daring,
and of pride; full also of passion, of tenderness, and of love. It was
both strong and beautiful. Her head was massive and noble, like her
body, and was crowned with a glory of jet-black hair reaching to her
hips.

There was no clothing, not even an ornament, on her person. Her soft,
delicate, satiny skin told of luxurious living. Exposure and pain and
hardship were plainly new to her, and the _mamo_, which lay beside
her, wet with the brine of the sea, was evidence that her rank among
her people was like that of the immortal gods. Her hands and feet and
arms and legs and thighs and body were bleeding, terribly cut and
torn.

She endured her wounds and the pangs of maternity without a groan, her
eyes resting meanwhile on the wall of rock, two thousand feet high,
that encircled her. A rivulet, flowing from the mountain above, fell
over the stupendous precipice, and the wind, eddying round and round
in the enormous pit, the crater of an extinct volcano, spread out the
water into a sheet of silvery spray like a vast bridal veil. The sun
was now approaching meridian, and its rays, falling upon the spray,
formed a brilliant rainbow, spanning the birth-scene.

As soon as the child was born the mother clasped it in her arms and
exultantly cried, "He shall sit on the throne of his fathers, for the
rainbow covered him! Thus _mois_ are born!"

Then she kneeled upon the ground and stretched forth her arms in
prayer--"Eternal Ku, thou who bearest sway over gods and _mois_ as
over common men, hear this my vow! I have sinned, and my life is
forfeit; but the child is sinless, and if I die now he will perish.
Spare me to him till he can hurl the spears and lead the chiefs in
battle for his throne, and I will offer thee such priceless sacrifice
as never yet was slain before a god, for I, the goddess-queen, with my
own royal hand will shed my sacred blood to thee."

As she ceased a peal of thunder came from the mountains.

"Eternal Ku," she exclaimed, "thou hast heard and answered, and
although I die, my child shall yet be _moi_, the mightiest of his
line! His name is Aelani, The Pledge from Heaven."




CHAPTER III

A ROYAL MARRIAGE


"HIWA," said Papaakahi, The Mighty, not long before his death and
about two years prior to the events already narrated, "you have grown
to be a woman. It is time for you to marry."

"Yes, father," Hiwa replied, "it is time for me to marry."

"Traditions have come down to us from the beginning," continued
Papaakahi, "that beyond the great ocean are many and strange lands,
_kahiki_, and men with white skins, who are wise and powerful as gods.
There may be a man in these foreign lands worthy to marry you; but, if
there is, he cannot come to you, neither can you go to him. Our god,
Lono, dwells there, and some time, ages hence perhaps, he will return
and tell us of these things; but now we know nothing of them. There
are only three men in the world we know about whose blood is fit to
mate with yours. I am too old to marry you. Your uncle, Aa, shall not.
There is no one else but your brother, Ii."

"But, father," pleaded Hiwa, "I do not love Ii."

"That is a small matter," said Papaakahi.

"But, father, I love Kaanaana, and he loves me. Why cannot I marry
him?"

"He is not of the blood of Wakea, and Papa, my child, he is not
descended from the gods."

"Yet he is a mighty _konohiki_, father, a great noble, the greatest of
your vassals, and of all the men in the land his blood is next to our
own. Besides, he is young and handsome and strong, first in the games
and bravest in war, and his spearmen won the bloody battle that made
you The Mighty."

"Yes, Hiwa, he is all you say, and I love him better than I love your
drunken brother; but he is not of the blood of the gods. You must
marry Ii."

Then, because Papaakahi's word was the law of the land, which not even
Hiwa could question, and because she loathed marriage to her brother,
and loved Kaanaana more than her own life, she went away by herself
and wept bitterly. She spent many days in solitary places, weeping and
longing to die.

Papaakahi cared little for his drunken son Ii, and loved Hiwa as the
apple of his eye, and when he saw how she grieved, his heart was
heavy; but his purpose remained fixed. So he went to her and spoke
gently and said, "If you marry Kaanaana it will bring civil war and
your death."

"Father, why civil war?"

"Because I am old and must soon be hidden in a cave, and your
first-born son would come before any child of your brother's as heir
to the kingdom. You know our law; the child takes the rank of its
mother, instead of the rank of its father, for all men know its mother
and no man knows its father. You yourself take divine rank from your
mother, who was my sister."

Hiwa shuddered, and made no reply.

"Your brother," continued Papaakahi, "spends his nights drinking
_awa_, and his days in sleep. He will rule in name only. Your uncle
will be the real _moi_. He hates Kaanaana, and, if you marry him and
have an heir, he will raise the standard of revolt as soon as I am
dead."

"Then let spears settle it!" cried Hiwa, with flashing eyes. "I do not
fear death, and I love Kaanaana. I will fight by his side, and we will
slay Aa and his army, for the spearmen of Kohala will follow where
Kaanaana leads, and he is greatest of the warriors, and I am daughter
of the gods."

"_Ae keike!_" exclaimed the old man. "But I fear the great high-priest
would prevail, and I will not have my people butchered and my kingdom
destroyed and my daughter slain. Yet I would reason with you rather
than command. I married my sister because the ancient custom of our
race put that duty upon me, she being the only woman of birth equal to
mine; but we were not _lolo_, fools, to be unhappy about it, for I
loved other women, and she loved other men. You can be a good girl and
marry your brother without being cold to your lover, can't you,
_keike_?"

But Hiwa refused to be comforted.

The next day Papaakahi went to her again and asked her, "My daughter,
have you considered well?"

Hiwa's eyes were hard and dry, as she answered: "I have no choice. Thy
word is as the word of Ku."

"It is well said!" exclaimed the old _moi_. "You are a good girl, wise
and discreet. Ii shall be your husband, and Kaanaana your lover. I
have always loved you above all others, and next to you I love
Kaanaana, and would choose him for your husband if he were of the
blood of the gods."

"Then, father," Hiwa cried, "if you love him and love me, let me marry
him! I loathe the custom of our race! I want one man as both husband
and lover! I had rather be Kaanaana's wife one hour and then die body
and soul than to marry Ii and be goddess-queen forever!"

"Hiwa, _pau_! It is not fitting that a daughter of the gods should
marry a man of mortal blood. It has been done and, out of my great
love for you, I might consent to it even now if I could not foresee
war and death. Nothing could save you but Aa's death. The gods, our
ancestors, tell me to kill him. It is my unquestioned right, for I am
_moi_, Lord of Life and Death; yet I cannot kill him--he is my only
brother. Therefore, and that you may have a place to hide till he is
dead, I will reveal to you the secret of the hidden crater and of the
passage to it beneath the sea."

Then Papaakahi told Hiwa of the crater in the mountain and how to find
the passage to it, a secret which no other person living knew.

So Hiwa married Ii, and not many months afterwards Papaakahi's bones
were hidden in a cave. And so, too, when she fled for her life, she
dived into the sea, and of all who watched her not one saw her rise
again, and the whole nation believed that Ukanipo, the Shark-God, had
taken her to himself.




CHAPTER IV

THE RESCUE OF THE BOAT


THE Hawaiian Islands, as all the world knows, are entirely of volcanic
origin. The soil, whether red or black, that produces a hundred tons
of sugar-cane and fourteen tons of sugar to the acre, is lava
pulverized by the suns and rains of thousands of years. The coffee
lands are lava, rotten, honey-combed, porous, to a degree still
unpulverized, but far on the way to becoming so. And the recent flows
show what every part of every island has been--first, an overflowing
sea of boiling rock; then, when the rock-currents froze, weird,
fantastic, utter desolation. In the mighty crater of _Haleakala_ (The
House of the Sun) are rock-billows as they stiffened unknown ages
ago, rock-billows five hundred feet high. And smaller volcanoes, once
active, now extinct, are almost numberless.

Hiwa's refuge was the crater of one of these small, extinct volcanoes.
At some time a lake of boiling rock, perhaps a mile long and
three-quarters of a mile wide and a thousand feet deep, forcing a
subterranean exit to the sea, had disappeared, leaving a huge _puka_,
a hole in the mountain, some two thousand feet deep. As the centuries
came and went the surface rock gradually became soil of marvellous
fertility. Birds, flying across, dropped seeds of vegetables, fruits,
shrubs, and trees. The place became a wilderness of luxuriant
vegetation. In moist, eternal summer food for a hundred mouths ripened
every day in the year. Nor was Hiwa denied her accustomed food from
the sea, as well as from the land. The _makai_ or sea entrance to the
passage was some three or four fathoms below the ebb and flow of the
tide, but after a few rods its roof rose abruptly to a height of
several hundred feet, and the passage itself broadened into a large
cavern, its bottom being a salt-water pool swarming with fish. And
the mountain rivulet, after its wild leap of two thousand feet, lazily
crawled along the bottom of the crater till it reached the pool.

So Hiwa and Aelani were safe from hunger and thirst. Nature provided a
varied and abundant diet. They had no need of clothes, for the days
were not hot nor the nights cold. They had no enemies to fear. No
other human being knew of their refuge or dreamed of their existence.
There were no wild beasts to attack them, no poisonous serpents, no
snakes of any kind, no reptiles or insects that could seriously injure
or annoy them. In that age even mosquitoes were unknown.

But Hiwa did not look to a safe and easy existence. She had devoted
her life to a great purpose. She had become more than a woman, more
than a mother. Her son was Aelani, The Pledge from Heaven. The rainbow
had covered him at his birth, and Ku had answered her irrevocable vow
with thunder from the mountains. Separated from her lover, exiled from
the human race, consecrated to death on the altar of Ku, yet still
_moi wahine_, believing herself goddess-born, and as far above mere
mortals as we think ourselves above the brutes, her sole remaining
object in life was to care for her child, to teach him the
accomplishments, duties and prerogatives of a _moi_, to prepare the
way for his return to his people, and then send him forth to battle
for his throne.

Her first task was to secure the fisherman's boat.

It is said that a native woman on Kahlooawe kept appointments with her
lover on Lanai, swimming to meet him one night and returning the next,
the round trip being nearly six miles. Such stories are accepted
without hesitation by people familiar with a race which still spends
much of its time in the sea, and was practically amphibious until
civilization changed its habits.

Although in swimming and diving Hiwa had proved herself a match for
Kaanaana, the champion athlete of the nation, she knew she was
undertaking a task dangerous even for her, if not impossible. Yet she
felt that the boat was worth risking everything.

At break of the day following the birth of her child, having nursed
him and tenderly laid him on a soft bed of ferns, in the shade of a
big _koa_ tree, she swam forth, armed with a sharp stick to protect
herself from sharks. Sharks, however, were a matter of small concern;
the danger lay in the fierce waves and terrible cliff.

She crossed the pool, dived through the _makai_ entrance, and struck
boldly out to reconnoitre. The boat, as she anticipated, had been
left, a thing accursed, to drift where it would. She found it,
together with the paddles, a couple of miles to leaward, wedged
between two rocks. It was uninjured, but dangerously near frequented
fishing-grounds, and there was no time to lose. After an hour of hard
work she got it loose and paddled swiftly to windward. It was
necessary to load it with small rocks, to make it nearer the specific
gravity of water, so that it could be floated or sunk at will; but no
stones could be had for half a mile on either side of the entrance to
the crater. The bare, perpendicular cliff, rising from deep water,
made it impossible to get them at a nearer point, and, when she had
gotten them, the weight and unwieldy bulk of her prize made progress
exceedingly slow and difficult. She struggled on for hours.

"My child," she muttered, "will need this boat before he can be _moi_;
and _moi_ he shall be, for what the Ruler of the Gods promises never
fails!"

A huge shark attacked her. As he turned to bite she jabbed the stick
into his eye, and he disappeared, leaving blood behind. It was a
moment of extreme peril to her undertaking, for the incident, trifling
as it was, came near causing her to lose the ballast from the boat.

At length she neared the entrance to the crater. The supreme test of
fortune, courage, skill, and endurance, was at hand, for the waves
pounded against the cliff with tremendous power, and the boat had to
be sunk some four fathoms and steered through a narrow passage of
jagged rocks, where the water sucked back and forth with frightful
velocity.

"It is impossible for a mortal," Hiwa repeated to herself, "but I am
daughter of the gods--and it must be done!"

For some time she lay quietly on her back, just outside the
surf-line, recovering her strength and watching for her opportunity.
When it came she sank to a depth of about twenty-five feet, taking the
boat with her. Then the wave struck her and bore her towards the cliff
with resistless power. She had to keep the boat right side up or the
ballast would be lost. She had to guide it to the entrance, straight
as a spear to a warrior's heart, or it would be dashed to pieces. She
had to make the entrance herself or be hurled against the rock,
mangled out of human shape. The passage was small, and certain death
awaited her a single yard above or below or to the right or to the
left.

Strength, skill, and fortune favored her, or, as she would have said,
the will of almighty Ku. After two minutes of life and death struggle
she entered the passage with her prize, escaping destruction by a
hair's-breadth.

Then the wave receded, the waters pent up within poured back, and Hiwa
felt herself being irresistibly sucked to the open sea. With the
quickness of thought she took a turn of the rope around a projecting
rock, and thus hung on until the out-going current had nearly spent
its force.

But already she had been four minutes under water. The strain of
intense action, the excitement of extreme peril, and the torture of
long-suspended respiration passed away. The horrible, sickening green
and white of the mad flood in which she was perishing became
cultivated lowlands, rich fields, beautiful meadows, and waving
forests before her eyes, and the wild surge and roar seemed the loved
voice of Kaanaana, in whose arms she was falling asleep.

"This," she said to herself, longingly, "is the peace the gods send to
their children!" Then the thought returned to her, "If I die the child
will die also!"

Even as Death seized her, her unconquerable spirit flashed forth, and
she tore herself from his grasp. Abandoning the boat for the moment,
she made her way through the passage to the surface of the pool.

As her lungs filled with air, the sweet delirium of a water death
vanished, and her whole body was racked with pain. But it was no time
to heed that, and, diving again, she caught the incoming flood and
saved the boat. Then, staggering to the tree where her baby lay half
famished, she gave it her breast and fainted.

Sleep followed the swoon, the long, deep sleep of utter exhaustion,
and then, after many hours of death-like unconsciousness, came dreams.
She dreamed that Kaanaana, lying beside her, with his arms twined
around her, told her, between hot kisses, that Ii and Aa were dead,
and that he, being of the next noblest blood, could now marry her.

As she uttered a cry of rapture, the dream changed. She saw her child
and her lover dead at her feet, and her fierce uncle stood before her
with a bloody spear in his hand.

The swiftly succeeding events of the past two days came back to her in
visions more horrible than the reality: her sin against Ku, the doom
hanging over her, the flight, the pursuit, the escape, the maternity,
the irrevocable vow, and the rescue of the boat--all these facts,
colored and intensified by the ghastly fancies that come to us only in
dreams.

She awoke with a shiver. Her head throbbed. Every bone in her body
ached. Every nerve was pain. Yet, for the moment, superstitious terror
and the reaction of a noble but over-taxed spirit were far harder to
bear.

Baby fingers and a plaintive wail of hunger aroused her, and, when the
little _keike_ was again fed and sleeping, she arose and went to the
boat, a few steps away, to satisfy her bewildered senses that the
day's work was not a dream.

It rested upon the beach of smooth, hard, white sand, the gift of the
coral insect, a rare one, too, on the rock-bound, windward coast of
Hawaii. Tiny waves murmured on the shore as softly as a mother's
lullaby. The thunder of the ocean was muffled by a wall of eternal
rock, and the mad rush and swirl of waters in the passage sounded but
faintly from the furthermost recess of the cavern. Save for these
distant sounds and the occasional splash of a fish, the silence of
death reigned. All around were black walls, two thousand feet high,
and overhead shone the moon and the stars.

The beauty and grandeur of the solitude appealed strongly to Hiwa,
child of an impressionable and poetic race, and restored her to her
wonted frame of mind.

"Eternal Ku," she cried, falling on her knees, "Ruler of Gods, from
whom I am descended, and to whom I shall return, I have rescued this
boat through thy help. In it my child shall learn to do such deeds as
I have done this day. In it, when he is grown, he shall go to meet the
chiefs who will follow him to victory. I thank thee, Ku, and, when the
time comes, I will pay thee with my blood according to my vow, knowing
that my son is Aelani, The Pledge from Heaven, and that he shall yet
be _moi_, mightiest of his line!"




CHAPTER V

TRAINING A WARRIOR


IT was well for Hiwa and Aelani that a generous soil and a soft
climate gave them food and warmth. The separation from her lover, the
hardships of the escape, the lacerations inflicted by sharp lava and
thorny jungles, the ordeal of motherhood, the rescuing of the boat,
the grief and suffering, the bodily exhaustion and mental strain,
concentrated in forty-eight hours, which Hiwa had undergone, would
have killed any ordinary woman. And Hiwa, of iron constitution as she
was, escaped a lingering death from fever, fatigue, and wounds almost
as narrowly as a sudden one from violence. For many days she lay
tossing on her bed of ferns, sore from head to foot, bruised and
strained and torn, aching in all her bones, parched with thirst, at
times wildly delirious. Yet, in her lucid moments, she managed to
nurse her babe, and to pick wild fruits sufficient to keep herself
from absolute starvation. For her child's sake she fought hard for
life and won. Health and strength returned to her.

Then began an existence much like Robinson Crusoe's on his desert
island, but without clothes, tools, or weapons. It was unlike Crusoe's
also, in that it was cheered by mother-love, and inspired by a great
purpose.

Although Hiwa had been served from infancy by chiefs and chiefesses,
she now did a slave's work with willing hands. She gathered grasses
and made a hut--ample shelter from the rains. She plaited _tapa_ and
wrapped the royal _mamo_ in it, and covered and sealed it with a
coating of gums, and over all with a coating of coral sand, so that
moths could not get at it or bees bore it or mice gnaw it, and she
layed it away in a secret place. She also plaited _tapa_ mats for beds
and coverlets, and _tapa_ garments for herself.

Among the first things she did, she chose a hiding-place in the
cavern for the boat, and plaited a great quantity of matting, and
collected a great quantity of gums, and covered the boat and sealed it
up, as she had sealed up the _mamo_, that it might be perfectly
preserved until Aelani should have need of it. The sealing of the boat
was the work of three months.

Fire was a prime necessity. She had great difficulty in getting it,
although she was acquainted with the only method known to her people,
and had seen the thing done many times. Rapidly and with all her
strength she rubbed a pointed stick in a groove, made in another stick
of the _hau_ tree, until at last the fine combustible powder in the
end of the groove ignited. Then she fanned it to a flame, feeding it
with dry leaves and little pieces of wood. During all her stay in the
crater she never once allowed it to go out.

She made fish-hooks from shells, filing them down with a sharp stone,
and braided lines and nets from the fibre of the _olona_. A few
minutes' work each morning supplied her with fishes for the day.
Sometimes she cooked them in _ti_ leaves, but more frequently ate them
raw, as the most refined people in the Hawaiian Islands do to this
day--people of pure white as well as native blood. Some varieties of
fish are considered great delicacies raw. The _malihini_ (newcomer)
marvels to see ladies and gentlemen who would grace any society in
Europe or America eating fish raw; but he eats oysters raw.

Fish and _poi_ are the Hawaiian staff of life. _Poi_ is made from
_taro_, one of the most digestible and nutritious of vegetables.
Fortunately for the exiles, _taro_ grew abundantly along the swampy
borders of the stream. Hiwa baked it under ground, on hot rocks, and
mashed it with a stone, and kneaded and pounded it until it became a
soft dough, and mixed it with water and left it to ferment. Then it
was _poi_, which little Aelani learned to eat almost as soon as his
mother's milk. In that barbarous age, as now, making _poi_ was
considered too severe work for women, even for female slaves, and no
chief had condescended to it; yet the goddess-queen bent her back to
the task, meanwhile chanting to her child ancient _meles_ that
commemorated the glories of his ancestors for forty generations.

They were by no means confined to fish and _poi_. Baked bread-fruit,
pounded up and mixed with milk of cocoanuts and juice of sugar-cane
and berries, made a luscious dish closely approaching a civilized
pudding. Any quantity of fruit was to be had for the picking, and Hiwa
often succeeded in snaring wild geese, rich and fat from their diet of
berries, and ducks that visited the pool.

Before Aelani was six months old he added to his diet of mother's milk
and _poi_ large yellow _ohias_ and delicious berries, the _ohelo_, the
_poha_, and the _akala_, sweetened with juice of sugar-cane. At the
end of his first year he toddled down to the beach and swallowed the
tiny fishes his mother gave him, their tails wiggling as they
disappeared. At the end of his third year he swam like a fish himself,
and felt as much at home in the water as out of it. And so, never
seeing a human form or hearing a human voice save his mother's and his
own, he grew to be a strong, supple, active boy, of brave spirit and
of thoughtful, inquiring mind.

In time there was a work-shop under the shade of the great _koa_ tree,
and tools--shells of all sizes and shapes, sharp stones that served
for knives, and rough stones that served for saws and files--and coral
sand for polishing. Sticks and pieces of wood, heavy and hard like
iron, were selected with anxious care, and were cut and fashioned with
infinite labor. Hiwa worked patiently with the tools Nature gave her
week after week, and at length that task was finished--the complete
arms of a warrior of sizes adapted to a boy--a sling woven from his
mother's hair, long spears, _pololu_, short spears, _ihe_, a war-club,
_newa_, and a feather helmet, but not of the _mamo_, the _oo_, or the
_iiwi_, for these were unattainable. There were also blunted darts,
and circular, highly-polished disks of stone, swelling with a slight
convexity from the edge to the centre, such as warriors used in
athletic games.

Then a training, already begun, was patiently continued month after
month and year after year. For two hours or more each day mother and
son bowled the disks and fought sham battles. The teacher was
intelligent and exacting. The pupil was apt. He was scarcely more than
half grown when he could bring down a flying bird with his sling, and,
while running at full speed, could hurl spear after spear at a
hair's-breadth and not miss. He could catch spears faster than they
could be thrown at him; he could parry them; he could avoid them,
twisting his body like a flash of lightning. He could hurl the disks
farther and straighter, run faster, leap higher, and stay under water
longer than Hiwa, although in training him she had equally trained
herself. She had been familiar with such things from childhood, and
knew that in these warlike feats her boy already excelled all men
except Kaanaana. He was also immensely strong for his years, and gave
promise of gigantic stature.

He fought his first battle when he was eleven. He was sitting, as he
had been taught to do, on a rock at the bottom of the pool spearing
fish, when his mother dived down and hastily beckoned him to the
surface.

"It is a shark," she said as soon as their heads were above water. "I
am going to kill him."

A man-eating monster eighteen feet long was swimming leisurely about,
carrying terror to smaller fishes that had thus far found the pool a
safe refuge from sharks, and had accordingly congregated in large
numbers. It was the first fish larger than an _ulua_ that Aelani had
ever seen.

"Let me kill him!" he eagerly cried, catching hold of the stick,
sharpened at both ends, which Hiwa held in her hands.

For a moment, as it seemed to Hiwa, her heart stopped beating. The boy
was a mere child, and, if he should become frightened and lose his
wits at the critical instant, he would surely be bitten in twain. But
there was no sign of fear in his face. His eyes shone, and his pulses
throbbed with the joy of coming battle. Why should not he do it? He
was a fish himself almost, with human intelligence. He knew the trick
perfectly, for in the training, in which nothing a warrior should know
was forgotten, he had been exercised in it many times, his mother
personating the shark. Even baseborn men faced sharks without fear,
and Aelani, though but a child, was _Aelani_, The Pledge from Heaven.

"He is born to great deeds," reflected Hiwa, "and must learn to do
them. And there is no danger, for only the God of Sharks can swim
before a child of Wakea and Papa."

Nevertheless, she armed herself with a spear and kept near him.

The boy swam quietly out to within a few fathoms of the shark, and
then lay upon the water, almost motionless. The great fish, thinking
he had an easy prey, approached slowly and turned to bite. As he did
so a small hand, quick as lightning, thrust the stick between his
jaws, and they closed over it, burying one sharp end in the roof of
the mouth and the other through the great tongue into the lower jaw.
The next instant, with the supple swiftness of an _ulua_, the child
dived and glided away. His work was finished. He had only to keep
beyond reach of the mighty tail threshing the water in death agony.

The teeth were laid carefully aside for the war-club of man's estate,
and the bones were preserved for fish-hooks and other domestic uses.
Soon, however, there was a glut of sharks' teeth and bones, for the
flesh, being cast into the pool, attracted other sharks, and these,
slaughtered in turn, lured still others to a cannibal repast and a
sudden demise. The pool swarmed with sharks, and furnished Aelani
great sport. Of course, other fish became less plentiful. Yet there
were enough.




CHAPTER VI

HIWA'S VISIT


A GREAT longing came upon Hiwa to see her lover once more, and to
learn what was taking place in the kingdom. The royal city was only
eight miles away, and a swim of that distance and back again was no
great feat. Neither, as she thought, would such a visit be attended
with much danger.

So one evening, leaving Aelani asleep, she armed herself with a short
spear and swam up the coast to the Waipio River. She chanced to land
close to a fisherman's hut. The night was warm, there being no breeze
from the sea, and the fisherman and his wife and their girl baby were
sleeping on a mat outside.

The fisherman was Eaeakai, whose boat Hiwa had taken. His testimony
as an eye witness to her death had turned aside Aa's wrath and saved
his life. It did not occur to Hiwa that she had wronged him in taking
his boat. Neither had he so regarded it. It simply was his fate. No
more do we think that we wrong bees when we take their honey, or
beasts when we take their skins. We look upon them as creatures quite
different from ourselves, and existing merely for our own needs and
pleasures.

Hiwa glanced at the fisherman and at the woman and child sleeping
beside him. The appearance of the latter arrested her attention. The
child was about the age and size of Aelani, and her features were
strikingly like his and very beautiful. As Hiwa looked at the mother
she saw that she bore an equally close resemblance to herself. The
family likeness was plain as day, the blood of Wakea and Papa through
forty generations. Hiwa had heard of a fisher-girl of marvellous
beauty, but had never before deigned to notice her. This, then, must
be that girl; for no other woman in all the land could be compared
with Hiwa.

"Beyond a doubt," she murmured, "this is my half-sister! Papaakahi,
The Mighty, had many loves. So had my mother; but, if this woman were
my mother's child, she could not be a fisherman's wife."

So Hiwa, believing that the fisherman's wife was what her lowly
condition indicated, a king's daughter but not a queen's, dismissed
the matter from her mind as of no consequence, and passed on to the
palace of Ii. It was not a single building, but, like the
establishments of wealthy Hawaiians even to this day, a little
village. The principal house or hall was raised on a stone embankment,
a wooden framework thatched with grass. Around it were many smaller
buildings, used for eating and sleeping purposes and storehouses and
for servants, the whole being enclosed by a stone wall. Men in all
stages of intoxication were around the palace. Sounds of drunken
revelry came from within. Shouts and snatches of song told the story.

"It is," mused Hiwa, "as Papaakahi said it would be. Ii worships only
_awa_, and Aa rules the land. One squanders the wealth of the kingdom,
and the other is grasping and cruel. The time may come, perhaps too
soon, when the chiefs will be ready to fight against them both."

On this occasion the retainers of the court were too drunk to take
note of passers-by, and they had become so habitually turbulent and
lawless that honest people avoided that part of the town after
nightfall. Hiwa, therefore, had no difficulty in making her way
undiscovered to a distant camp. When she reached it, further progress
was quite another matter, for, although peace reigned throughout the
land, a considerable body of men slept on their arms, guarded by
vigilant sentinels. But, under cover of the night, and taking
advantage of every hummock and shrub, Hiwa noiselessly crawled to the
entrance of the great grass house of the chief. She found it guarded
by a man who had often admitted her in times past--a warrior, brave,
trusty, and silent.

Emerging from the darkness, she stood before him with uplifted hand.
Instantly he dropped prone on the ground with his face in the dust.

"Laamaikahiki," she said, in low, soft, solemn tones, "I am the Spirit
of Hiwa, whom Ukanipo, the Shark God, took to himself. I have come
from the other world to bless your master. Retire twenty fathoms."
Laamaikahiki, without a word or a sign, with his face still in the
dust, wriggled backwards like a huge worm. Hiwa entered the house.

Kaanaana lay sleeping on a mat, his sling, spears, and war-club beside
him. Hiwa stood motionless for some moments, gazing upon him. Of the
two master passions of her life she herself could not have told which
was the stronger: love for the man sleeping before her eyes, or for
her child sleeping in the hollow of the mountain.

"Oh," she murmured, "how I long to feel his arms about me and his
kisses on my lips! Death with him is sweeter than life without him. He
is my life. If I make myself known to him, he will leave all and
follow me to the mountain, or muster his vassals and hurl that
drunkard from the throne. It might have been! But now it cannot be,
for my sin would bring the heavy wrath of Ku upon him. I am a thing
accursed!"

She bent over him and lightly touched his forehead with her lips. He
stirred, opened his eyes, for an instant looked wonderingly at her,
and then, with a cry of joy, sprang up to clasp her in his arms.

The self-sacrifice of love held her to her purpose. Moving backward,
she restrained him with a gesture.

"I am only Hiwa's spirit," she said. "You cannot touch me. Do not try.
Yet I love you with all my being, as I loved you when I was flesh and
blood. I am permitted to come to you this once from the other world to
bless you. May Ku's eternal blessings rest upon you, my own, my only
love!"

Then she vanished into the darkness.

The next morning Aelani awoke in his mother's arms, and his little
body was wet with her tears.




CHAPTER VII

HIWA'S TEACHINGS


FEW queens on thrones or in exile--indeed, few merely rich women can
command such leisure as Hiwa might have had. She had no social
functions, no social duties. Even the question of dress scarcely
presented itself. Occasionally, on wet days, she put on a _pau_ of
_tapa_, and Aelani, when he grew to be a large boy, often wore a
_malo_, or girdle, around his loins, and sometimes a _kihei_, or
mantle, over his shoulders. Frequently, however, mother and child were
arrayed more sumptuously than Solomon in all his glory, for, after the
charming custom of their race, they made wreaths of fragrant
dark-green _maile_ and many-colored wild flowers, and decked each
other from head to foot. But this was recreation, not work. The
physical comforts of existence were at hand for the taking, and Hiwa
might have spent her days, as many of her people do, lazily floating
in the water or lounging in the shade.

On the contrary, she was never idle. She felt that the few years given
her to prepare her son for his future work and station should be
improved to the utmost, for, as soon as he were grown, she could be no
more with him, but must pass from the altar of Ku to the gods from
whom she came. She believed that a great _moi_ should be a god among
men by his attainments and qualities of mind, as well as by birth, and
she was well qualified to instruct Aelani in all the learning and
accomplishments of her age and nation, for there was no seclusion of
women among Hawaiians, and she had seen and heard much both at court
and in camp.

She taught him the national dances, _hula-hula_. They were extremely
graceful, expressing all emotions and passions. Some were noble; some,
according to our standards, were vile. She taught him the sports and
the games of chance and skill, at which it was customary to play for
high stakes. She taught him to sing and to play the _ukeke_, a rude
guitar, which she made from bamboo and _olona_.

She spent much time in teaching him the ancient _meles_, the unwritten
literature of the nation, its epic and romantic poems and love songs,
perpetuated from generation to generation by men set apart for that
purpose, for in her father's reign--before a drunkard came to the
throne--they were always chanted at feasts and at human sacrifices,
and when the bones of great chiefs were hidden in caves, and she had
learned them by heart.

Most carefully she taught him the etiquette of court, camp, and
_heiau_, the observance due a _moi_, who might stand in his presence,
who should remain kneeling, and who must lie prostrate with their
faces in the dust. At the same time she strongly impressed upon him
the firmness, self-control, dignity, and condescension which should
grace a god among men.

She told him of the high chiefs and chiefesses, the great landed
nobility who held their possessions of the _moi_, and of the lesser
chiefs who held of the great ones, substantially according to the
Feudal System of Western Europe in the Middle Ages.

As he grew old enough to understand something of the work that was set
for him to do, she talked much about the great men of the kingdom, of
their power, resources, traits and peculiarities, and of how he might
most surely win them to himself. She knew them well, for it had been
the wise policy of her father to keep them most of the time at court
under his own watchful eyes. More than of any one else she talked
about Kaanaana.

"He is Lord of Kohala, and a mighty chief," she often said, "the
greatest, noblest, bravest, and best in the land. He is your father,
and I love him even as I love you, _keike_, and he loves me. When the
time comes you will give him a token from me. Then he will proclaim
you _moi_, and Ku will protect you both in the day of battle and give
you the victory."

She told him of the gods. "There are three great gods," she
said--"Kane, Ku, and Lono. Kane is greatest of the gods, the almighty
father and creator of heaven and earth; but he sleeps through the
ages, and gives no heed to what is done among gods and men, and,
therefore, they do not heed him. Lono is so gentle and kind that men
are not afraid of him, and so they forget him. Ku is active,
masterful, fierce, and cruel, and delights in wars and human
sacrifices, and bends all things to his will, and rules alike among
gods and men; so we worship Ku. Wakea, our ancestor, is a great god,
and, next to Ku, bears sway over heaven and earth; and the _mois_ of
his blood, whose bones have been hidden in caves, from the beginning
down to Papaakahi, The Mighty, are also great gods. There are lesser
gods--Kanaloa, Kane's younger brother; Milu, God of the Lower World;
Pele, the red-haired Goddess of Volcanoes; Kanehoalani, God of the
Sky; Kanehulikoa, God of the Sea; Kukailimoke, God of War;
Mokuhalii--whom we call Ukanipo--God of Sharks, and many others; and
_kupuas_, or demi-gods, and _kini akua_, or elves. _Ae keike!_ There
are many gods, but there is no other god like Lono!"

"Tell me about him!" exclaimed Aelani.

"He came to us from heaven," said Hiwa, "many, many generations ago,
in the form and likeness of a man, and he lived on earth, and his
mission was love. He hated tears and wars and human sacrifices. He
told men and women to be kind to each other as they would have others
kind to them. He taught the people many things which would have made
them wise and happy if they had remembered and practised them; but
they forgot his good words after he was gone, for he went away beyond
the great oceans. He will come back to us some time, but not now, and
meantime Ku rules gods and men by fear alone."

Year after year, as they lay at noon under the shade of the great
_koa_ tree, or at night under the moon and the stars, Hiwa talked with
Aelani about the rites and ceremonies of the priesthood, and the arts
of _kahunas_, and the traditions of her people, about their customs
and ways of living, about the birds and beasts and fishes, about the
country she had seen, and the mountains and streams and ocean.
Everything she knew that she thought might be useful to him when he
should go out into the world she told him again and again, until all
these things became fixed in his mind. She told him the story of her
life and her love. But she said nothing to him of her sin against Ku,
or of the time, so close at hand, when she must shed her own blood on
Ku's altar.

She also told him much about women, and he often wondered if they were
very different from his mother, for he imagined that, as she alone of
all living women was goddess-born, she must be more beautiful than any
other. As he grew older, without knowing why it was so, he yearned to
meet a woman.




CHAPTER VIII

MANOA


HIWA repeated her visits to Waipio many times as the years went by. In
her anxiety to know the condition of affairs she frequently ventured
where she was likely to be seen and recognized. She knew that she had
been recognized on several occasions. By day it might have cost her
her life; but, appearing only at night, when spirits were supposed to
be abroad, she was regarded, not as Hiwa in living flesh and blood,
but as the spirit of Hiwa that Ukanipo had taken to himself. She
justly trusted to the superstition of the people for safety, knowing
that she had become an object of mortal terror.

Sixteen years had passed since her escape. Ii was rapidly nearing a
drunkard's grave, or, more accurately, the time when his bones would
be hidden in a cave, for _mois_ were not buried in the ground like
common men. Aa had become _moi_ in all but name, and ruled with bloody
and cruel hands. The masses groaned under his ruthless exactions. Many
of the lesser chiefs had been assassinated or sacrificed on the altars
of Ku, and their possessions confiscated. The great chiefs were
becoming restive and alarmed. Yet who should take up arms against the
Lord of Life and Death, vice-gerent of Ku? Ii and Aa were of the blood
of the gods. Hiwa knew how matters stood, and believed the time for
action would come soon if the great nobles understood they could have
a leader of divine birth.

Aelani had not reached his seventeenth year--a mere smooth-water
swimmer. The pool, swarming with sharks, was a fine training school
for a boy of twelve; but the ocean was the only proper place for an
athletic young man, big, powerful, destined for great deeds. Aelani
had learned to love it in its varying moods, and most of all when it
was stirred to wrath, when tempests raged and huge waves dashed
against the cliffs and broke in spray two hundred feet high. Many a
time, in calm and in storm, Hiwa and Aelani had sported together in
the open sea, like the fish to which they were almost akin, but always
with the greatest precautions against discovery, for the superstition
which protected her might not protect him. Now the time was at hand
when risks must be taken.

"_Keike_," said Hiwa, one evening, "we will go windward to-night and
see your royal city."

They emerged from the water, at their journey's end, close to
Eaeakai's hut. On this night also the fisherman and Lilii, his wife,
and Manoa, their daughter, were sleeping outside. The girl--just past
sixteen, which is three years older in the tropics than in the frozen
north--was surpassingly beautiful, as her mother and Hiwa had been in
the bloom of early womanhood. She lay in the moonlight, her lips half
parted, smiling in her sleep, as if happy dreams were her guests. Her
lustrous black hair, reaching in heavy masses half way to her feet,
was her only covering. It was not shamelessness. Neither was it the
innocence of a babe. It was Nature untainted and unpurified by what we
call civilization.

The sensations of the young man who had never before seen a female
face or form save his mother's may be imagined more easily than
described. He stood gazing, like one in a trance.

"Well, _keike_," Hiwa observed with a peculiar smile, as he
reluctantly followed her, "at last you have seen a woman! And perhaps
it is time you should."

Avoiding the town, they made their way to the Kukuihaele side of the
valley, and climbed to a height of about five hundred feet. It seemed
to Aelani, as the valley lay spread before him, that he had already
seen it many times, it had been described to him so well. To his right
was the winding trail, the serpentine ladder, that led to the heights
of Kukuihaele, forming the southern exit to the outer world, and
beyond, stretching northwesterly, long lines of white surf glistened
in the moonlight and thundered on the beach. To his left was the
mighty southern wall, and, at its further end, the stupendous falls of
the Waipio River, sixteen hundred feet high. Then the wall bent
irregularly to the northwest, apparently extending to the Waimano
side; but Aelani knew that the valley, for a dozen miles more, wound
its way, a deep chasm in the mountains. He knew the stream that
traversed it, joining the Waipio River near the sea. He knew the rocky
defile leading to the southwest, by which an army might some time
enter to make him _moi_. He knew it from vivid description, although
he could not see it. Opposite, across the valley, the Waimano cliffs,
which Hiwa sixteen years before had sealed in her flight, rose to an
altitude of three thousand feet, and below them, in the midst of rich,
green lowlands, lay the royal town. In the centre of the town,
distinguished by its size, was the palace of the _moi_, and near it
that of the high-priest. Scattered through the valley, and also
distinguishable by their size and the clusters of huts about them,
were the town residences of the great nobles. Kaanaana's was on the
Kukuihaele side, not far from where Hiwa and Aelani stood. But it was
empty. He and his retinue had long since withdrawn to his domains
beyond the mountains of Hamakua.

The night was calm, and, as Hiwa was pointing out things to be
carefully remembered, and the houses of the different chiefs, a wail
arose which, spreading beyond the town, reached them even where they
stood. It was the mournful _au-we_, passing from lip to lip, at first
low, gradually swelling to loud, passionate shrieks, and then
subsiding to weird, blood-curdling sobs. A few started it, then
hundreds, then thousands took it up, and the mountains echoed with
it--"_Au-we! Au-we! Au-we!_"

Hiwa's face lighted with a smile of joy, at once savage and sublime.

"That," she exclaimed, "is the wailing for a dead _moi_! The drunkard
has gone! Our time has come!"

She stood for some minutes, rapidly forming plans of action.

"Follow the cliff to the beach," she said at last, "and wait for me
at the mouth of the river. It may be an hour. It may be more."

"I should go with you," urged Aelani.

"_Keike_," she cried, "do as I bid you! The Spirit of Hiwa must appear
at the wailing for the dead _moi_ to make the hearts of Aa and the
hearts of his followers like the white milk of cocoanuts, and the
_moi_ that shall be must not be seen in his royal city till he comes
to it with the spearmen of Kohala at his back."

So Aelani followed the cliff to the sea and waited at the mouth of the
river. But Hiwa crept through the rank vegetation of the rich
_kuleanas_ until she reached the river, and swam softly up stream
under the shade of the overhanging bushes until she was close to the
palace of the _moi_, and there she hid herself in a clump of trees, a
point from which she could see and hear what was taking place.

She knew that, for the next three days, according to ancient usage,
there would be no _moi_, and therefore no law. She knew the nameless
horrors that accompanied the wailing for a dead _moi_, the
drunkenness, the mutilations, the bestial excesses, the wild carnival
of cruelty, indecency, and lust, and the wiping out of life-long
grudges with fire and bloodshed.

But the weak and friendless were nothing to Aa. His followers were the
beasts of prey who would revel in outrage and murder. Why should he
restrain them? Yet Hiwa, in amazement, saw him send twenty picked men
in the direction of the sea, and heard him mention the name of Manoa.
It could hardly be to murder her. The time for murder would be hours
later, when men were frenzied with drink. But, if it were to save her
from possibility of outrage, it was none too soon.

Hiwa dismissed it from her thoughts for the moment. Her first purpose
was to fill the minds of Aa and his followers with superstitious
terror. The great high-priest was as fanatical as he was bloody, and
believed in the religion of which he was the official head. He bent
over the body of his nephew, chanting:

    "Ue, ue! Ua make kuu alii!
    Ue, ue! Ua make kuu alii!"

And the assembled chiefs took up the refrain:

    "Ue, ue! Ua make kuu alii!"

A voice, low and distinct, came from the river-bank, saying:

    "Ue, ue! Ua make kuu alii!

Ae! Dead is the chief! The Spirit of Hiwa comes from the other world
for the Spirit of Ii, Ruler of Land and Sea. And, lo! the Spirit of
Hiwa prophesies, and her word is the word of a goddess who sees the
things that have been and the things that shall be. Aa, The Bloody,
shall be a mouse in the day of battle, and shall die a pig's death,
and his bones shall not be hidden in a cave, but shall be put to open
shame. And, behold! there shall come a _moi_, The Chosen of Gods. At
his birth the rainbow covered him, and Ku thundered from the
mountains. None shall be able to withstand him, for Ku shall go before
him, and behind him the hills shall be black with spearmen."

Aa's cruel face was sallow with rage and terror, and blank amazement
held the chiefs spell-bound. At length one of them, bolder or less
superstitious than the rest, ventured to the river-bank whence the
voice had come. The water flowed sluggishly and undisturbed. Far down
towards the sea was a ripple that might have been made by a fish.

Hiwa swam under water for fifty yards, and then, having risen to
breathe, took another long swim beneath the surface. So she kept on,
alert and invisible. As she neared the hut of Eaeakai, the fisherman,
and raised her head, she heard loud voices, shrieks of terror, and a
cry as of some one in death agony. She crept up under cover of the
river-bank and looked. Aa's men were dragging Lilii and Manoa away in
the direction of the town, and Eaeakai lay on the ground with a
spear-thrust through his body.

Beneath caste and religion, which put an immeasurable gulf between
them, Hiwa had a woman's heart. Besides, she remembered the fisherman
had been the means of saving her life. Then she was beginning to
think it possible that Lilii was her mother's as well as her father's
daughter, and, if so, Manoa, being of the blood of the gods, was a fit
mate for Aelani. As soon, therefore, as Aa's men were at a safe
distance she went to Eaeakai and bent over him. But the moment he saw
her he shrank from her in fear, and, with his last remaining strength,
turned and buried his face in the dust.

"I do not want to live," he moaned, "for they have taken the joy of my
heart and the life of my life. But why do you come--a vision to
me--oh, goddess? Leave me to die alone!"

Then Hiwa spoke very gently to him, and tears stood in her eyes. "You
shall die in peace," she said, "and your body shall be buried in the
ground as becomes your degree. I cannot save your life, my poor
fellow; I would if I could. It may not be given me to rescue those you
love, but this much I promise you, I will try."

"Goddess," murmured the dying man, "I thank you with my face in the
dust."

"One thing more!" cried Hiwa, and her voice grew stern, and her eyes
flashed. "I swear to you that Aa, who did this thing, shall die a
pig's death, and his bones shall not be hidden in a cave, but shall be
put to open shame!"

Again the fisherman murmured his thanks.

"But why did he take them?" inquired Hiwa, her suspicion becoming
almost a conviction that he had a deeper motive than the mere
possession of a young and beautiful woman.

"I do not know," replied Eaeakai.

"Who is your wife? Who was her mother?" Hiwa demanded, for she saw
that the man's life was fast ebbing away.

"I do not know," he feebly answered. "She was exposed and adopted,
picked up, a new-born babe, the very day the great goddess who now
speaks to me was born."

"Who found her? Who picked her up?"

Eaeakai tried to answer, but the death rattle was in his throat, a
convulsive shudder ran through his frame, and, with his face still in
the dust, he died.

Hiwa swam to the mouth of the river, where she found Aelani waiting.
In a few words she told him what had happened, but not what the dying
man had said. She had never before seen him so deeply moved. Although
time pressed and a kingdom was at stake, they returned and buried the
fisherman according to his degree, as had been promised.

As they swam home in the small hours of the morning, Hiwa pondered on
many things, not least on the mystery of the fisherman's wife and
daughter. She remembered that Lolo, the court jester, once asked her
if she had seen her twin sister, and, when she repeated the saying,
that her mother laughed and said it was only the quip of a fool; but,
never hearing of it again, she did not believe it, although she knew
the custom of her people, and also that Lolo died that night of a
broken head.

More kittens are drowned than grow up, yet there is no dearth of cats.
Infanticide was regarded in much the same way by the ancient
Hawaiians. No woman was thought worse of on account of killing her
babies, and a large percentage of new-born children were exposed to
perish, or to be picked up and adopted, as chance might direct. Hiwa
and Lilii, therefore, might be twin sisters, and it might have been
thought that twin princesses, too divine to marry mortal men, would
cause state embarrassments. The more Hiwa thought it over the more
probable it seemed.

"Aa," she mused, "is old and not fond of women. He would not do this
thing for the girl's youth and beauty. Ambition is his ruling passion,
and now that Ii is dead it blazes up in a fierce flame. If he knows,
as I believe, that they are my mother's child and grandchild, he means
to kill one to cut off all possibility of rival heirs to the throne,
and to marry the other. That is why he seized them the moment my
brother was dead. If the girl is Aelani's cousin on my mother's side,
the boy shall have her for his wife in spite of Aa, for her blood is
divine."

So Hiwa, pondering on these things, and planning for the future, swam
silently homeward. Aelani swam in silence by her side. A new
inspiration had come to him. The master passion of love had taken a
mighty hold on him. Heretofore he had been a patient and painstaking
pupil--not because he greatly cared to be a _moi_, but because he
loved his mother. Now the pathway to the throne was his only pathway
to Manoa.




CHAPTER IX

KAANAANA


WHEN Hiwa returned from Waipio, and had satisfied the cravings of
hunger, she lay down and slept until the shades of evening fell. She
slept fourteen hours, and then arose and ate again, that she might
have strength for her journey. She put on a _pau_ of _tapa_, for it
was not seemly for her to go to the camp of a great chief unclothed.
Then she embraced Aelani and kissed him, and taking a short spear to
protect herself from sharks, swam forth into the night.

She swam northwesterly, down the coast--that is, with the prevailing
winds--until she came to Niulii, which is just beyond the mountains of
Hamakua and on the edge of Kohala. It was only four or five miles;
but when she reached Niulii she knew not whether her journey was
nearly ended or only just begun, for Kaanaana, not leaving the control
of his affairs to others, travelled much within his domains. So she
went to a hut and wakened a fisherman, who told her that the Lord of
Kohala was camped not a mile away with a hundred fighting men. The
fisherman readily undertook to guide her, for there seemed good
prospect of reward, and also because her bearing proclaimed her a
person of high degree, and it was death to refuse a service to man or
woman of the rank of high-chief.

When she drew near to the camp she dismissed him, telling him to
return on the third day for a recompense. Then she walked boldly up to
a sentinel, who challenged her. But when he saw her face, he fell
grovelling in the dust, and she said to him, "I am the Spirit of Hiwa.
Thy master hath need of me." So she passed on, and the sentinel told
it to others, and it spread through the camp, and all wondered what
this great sign portended, for Ii's death was not yet known in Kohala.

When Hiwa came to the house where Kaanaana slept alone, she found it
guarded, as of old, by Laamaikahiki. He also fell grovelling in the
dust, and crawled away at her command. Then she entered the house and
lay down on Kaanaana's mat, and put her arms around him and kissed his
lips and cried for joy. So she awoke him. At first he thought it was a
dream or a heavenly vision; but when he found that she was indeed Hiwa
in living flesh and blood, his happiness was unbounded, for he had
mourned her as dead sixteen years, and had loved no other woman. And
she lay in his arms all night, and told him everything that had
happened, save only her sin against Ku and her vow. She did not tell
him of the sin lest he should loathe her, or of the vow, for she knew
it would break his heart.

When morning came Kaanaana commanded Laamaikahiki to wait on Hiwa,
for, although Laamaikahiki was no longer lord of broad lands, he was
of ancient and noble blood, and was devoted to his chief, and had the
golden gift of a silent tongue; therefore Kaanaana chose him before
all others for the honor of serving the goddess-queen. But Kaanaana,
having ordered yellow stain, with his own hands stained Hiwa's garment
the royal color. Having done this, he assembled his vassals and
fighting men, all that were with him, and they stood, rank by rank,
with spears in their hands, in front of the house, and their lord
stood at their head.

Hiwa put on her garment, and went out and stood before them. And
Kaanaana fell upon his knees, and bowed his head to the ground, and
kissed her feet. The lesser chiefs, also, fell upon their knees, and
bowed their heads to the earth, and those of low degree lay prostrate
in the dust.

Then Hiwa said: "I am Hiwa, _Moi Wahine_, daughter of Papaakahi, The
Mighty, Child of the Gods. When Aa, the wicked high-priest, pursued me
to kill me, Ukanipo, the God of the Sharks, rescued me and carried me
to a cavern in the mountains known only to himself. There I gave birth
to a son, who is also the son of Kaanaana, your high-chief. The
rainbow covered him at his birth, and Ku thundered from the mountains.
His name is Aelani, The Pledge from Heaven, The Chosen of the Gods.
He is now rightful _moi kane_, for Ii is dead. He shall be mightiest
of his line, and none shall be able to withstand him, for, in the day
of battle, Ku shall go before him, and behind him the hills shall be
black with spearmen."

Then Kaanaana answered: "Hiwa, _Moi Wahine_, daughter of Papaakahi,
The Mighty, Child of the Gods, it is thou who hast said it. No man can
doubt that Ukanipo, the God of Sharks, rescued thee, and carried thee
to a cavern in the mountains known only to himself. Nor is it passing
strange, for we all do know from the ancient _meles_, which have come
to us from many generations of wise men, that Ukanipo often did such
things in olden times. Ii being dead, thy son and mine is _moi kane_.
His word is as the word of Ku. The spearmen of Kohala await his
commands."




CHAPTER X

"THE THUNDERBOLT IS SWIFTER THAN THUNDER"


HIWA wished to make the secret entrance to the crater known to
Kaanaana, and they both thought it should not be disclosed to any one
else. So he accompanied her on her return, the night after her
arrival, having first given orders that no one should follow them
under pain of death.

They found Aelani awake. "_Keike_," said Hiwa, "this is your father.
His spearmen await your commands."

Then Kaanaana kneeled before his son and kissed his feet. But Aelani
raised him from the ground and put his arms about him and kissed him.

"My father," he said, "I love you because my mother loves you better
than her own life, and has talked to me about you every day since I
was a little child. While the homage due the _moi_ cannot be omitted
in public, between us three I am not a god among men, but only your
son."

Then Kaanaana embraced Aelani, and the two ate together, Hiwa sitting
not far off, for it was contrary to the commands of Ku for men and
women to eat together. After the _moi_ and his father had eaten by
themselves, and Hiwa had eaten by herself, Aelani slept in the grass
hut, and Hiwa and Kaanaana slept under the great _koa_ tree, for the
moon had gone behind the mountains, and it was not safe to attempt
taking the fisherman's boat through the passage in pitchy darkness.

It was easy, however, in daylight, for there were three of them and a
calm sea. So they set forth early in the morning and went to Niulii.
But there were fishermen from Waipio fishing opposite the cliff who
fled home in terror, and reported that they had seen the Spirit of
Hiwa issuing from the depths of the sea, and with her the Lord of
Kohala and a young man whom they knew not, and that the three had a
boat provided by the God of the Ocean, exceeding light and swift, in
which they sped down the coast. The tale was taken straightway to Aa,
and it greatly troubled him.

Meanwhile rumors had gone forth through all of Kohala round about
Niulii, and, when Aelani arrived, wearing the royal _mamo_, thousands
of people had assembled to do him homage. They were cooking a great
feast for him in an _umu_ or underground oven of hot stones--fatted
dog and pig which he had never tasted, and _taro_ and bread-fruit, and
many kinds of _lawalu_ fish. Also they had prepared many kinds of
delicate raw fish, flavored with _kukui_ nuts, and crabs and shrimps
and mosses. There were also fruits and berries, both from the lowlands
and from the mountains. Neither was there any lack of _awa_ that all
might drink and be merry.

But Aelani, as soon as he had received the homage of the people,
called a council of war, for time was precious, and the thought that
Manoa was in the power of his enemy was like a hot coal in his breast.

It was only a dozen miles from Niulii to Waipio by water; but
Kaanaana had not war canoes wherewith to fight Aa on the sea, neither
had he canoes of any kind to carry a sufficient force of fighting men.
Therefore, an attack on the coast side would have been madness; but
the Saw-Teeth were impassable, and the trail around them was long and
difficult.

"My Lord of Kohala," inquired Aelani, "how many spearmen can you have
at daylight to-morrow morning, with provisions to cross the
mountains?"

"Not more than eight hundred," replied Kaanaana. "But I will have five
thousand on the fourth day."

"Eight hundred to-morrow," said Aelani, "are better than five thousand
on the fourth day. If Aa depends on Kaaahu, Lord of Honokaa, he leans
on a fern that will sway back and forth as the wind blows. Yet the
_ahupuaa_ of Honokaa is the nearest of the great lordships, and the
only one from which Aa can muster many spears before the fourth day.
We should strike before any of the great chiefs can come to his help
from the south, for we are few at best, and only a small part of the
kingdom."

Kaanaana fell upon his knees and bowed his head to the ground. "Child
of the gods," he said, "shall I speak my _manao_?"

"Rise and speak!" exclaimed Aelani. "Thou art the greatest and wisest
of my nobles. Thy _moi_ will ever listen to thy _manao_."

"My _manao_ is that the great chiefs will not hasten from the south.
They do not love Aa, and will stand aloof if they dare, or side with
us if we seem the stronger. Moreover, Aa has twelve hundred fighting
men at Waipio, and Kaaahu can bring him a thousand more before we can
get there. Our way is over steep and difficult mountains, among sharp
rocks and utter desolation, where mice would die of hunger and thirst,
and even lizards cannot live. Our spearmen, exhausted with the
journey, must fight men strong with rest and sleep. If we start
to-morrow, we shall also be greatly outnumbered, and if we lose the
battle not one of us will ever return. If we wait till the fourth day,
and only one or two chiefs come against us from the south, we can
meet Aa with equal numbers. Yet it shall be as the _moi kane_ says.
His word is as the word of Ku."

"Kaanaana, Lord of Kohala," said Aelani, "I thank thee for honest
counsel, and I would also have the lesser chiefs freely speak their
_manao_."

Thereupon the lesser chiefs fell upon their knees and bowed their
heads to the earth, and the foremost of them spoke for all and said:
"The way is most difficult, and eight hundred spearmen are not many,
yet what the Child of the Gods says that we will do, whether it be
life or death. His word is as the word of Ku."

Then Hiwa spoke, as was her right in the royal councils, being equal
in birth and rank to the _moi kane_ himself, although not in power.
And she said: "The Lord of Kohala is the wisest and greatest of the
nobles. He and the lesser chiefs have spoken well; but fear now dwells
in the heart of Aa and in the hearts of his followers. My _manao_ is
to strike before it passeth away, that the hearts of the chiefs in the
south may also become like white wax of cocoanuts, and that they may
turn from him in the beginning."

"As Hiwa hath said, so be it!" exclaimed Aelani. "We march to-morrow
at break of day. The thunderbolt is swifter than the thunder."

Instantly fast runners were sent forth to summon the spearmen and get
supplies of food. Then Aelani ate and drank, and the chiefs were
merry, but Aelani's merriment was feigned, for he greatly feared for
Manoa's safety, and was impatient for battle because she was in the
power of his enemy.




CHAPTER XI

OVER THE MOUNTAINS


EIGHT hundred and nineteen men, armed and provisioned, were on hand at
daybreak the next morning. Aelani made a stirring speech, telling them
that Ii was dead, and that Aa was preparing to invade Kohala to
slaughter all the men and give their wives and _kuleanas_ to
strangers. And Kaanaana told them of their new _moi_, rainbow-covered
and heaven-born.

The spearmen raised a great shout and cried: "His word is as the word
of Ku, and we will follow Kaanaana, our high-chief, where spears are
thickest, even unto death!"

Hiwa accompanied them. When Kaanaana privately remonstrated, she
replied: "Hardships and hunger and thirst are heaven with you, my
lover, and so are wounds and death; but without you, all the world is
hell to me. What mortal man can do and suffer, that surely can I,
daughter of the gods. Moreover, if the chiefs do not see me, whom they
know, they will say that Aelani, whom they do not know, is but an
impostor. My love, I must go with you."

So she went to the war, and was ever by Kaanaana's side, save at
meals, which their religion forbade. Although Ii was now dead,
Kaanaana did not seek to be Hiwa's husband, for he loved her too
unselfishly to wish her to demean herself, being goddess-born, by
marriage to a mortal. And she did not propose marriage to him, which
would have been her place by custom, she being the higher of rank,
because she would not involve him in the wrath of Ku. She counted the
coming days of suffering and battle as precious--every moment, because
they were spent with him, for she knew that as soon as they were over
she must leave him and die on the altar of Ku.

Aelani marched with elastic steps at the head of his little army. He
ate plain fish and _poi_ like the meanest soldier, drank tepid but
precious water as sparingly, and bore the withering midday heat of the
lava-flows and the cold night winds of the mountains as if they were
the eternal June of the lowlands. So also did Hiwa and Kaanaana,
knowing that where leaders share all hardships cheerfully their
followers do not lose heart.

On the evening of the second day they had crossed the mountains, and
were within half a dozen miles of Waipio. They could not take the
enemy entirely unawares, for those fleeing before them had carried the
news. Nor were they in a condition to fight that night, for they were
utterly exhausted. Nearly fifty had dropped of fatigue by the way, and
three, falling over a precipice, had been dashed to pieces on the
rocks a thousand feet below. The little army camped in a wood hard by
and slept till morning.

Hiwa slept two hours. Then she awoke Kaanaana with a kiss and said: "I
have wakened you, my love, that you might not awake later and miss me
from your side. I am going to the enemy. Our scouts, as you know,
report the gleam of spears on the heights of Kukuihaele. It is Kaaahu
and his thousand men come to the help of Aa. Our men are outnumbered
three to one, and so worn out they can hardly stand. Some of them are
dying of fatigue, and some have already died."

"And you, my love," interrupted Kaanaana, "will also die unless you
sleep this night."

"No," replied Hiwa, "I shall not die of fatigue, nor yet of
spear-thrust from mortal man. I shall live until our son is
unquestioned _moi_. A goddess gave me life, and only through a god
shall it be taken from me. My fate is unalterable. It is in the hands
of Ku. _Pau!_ My love, you know that your spearmen, exhausted as they
are, cannot fight two thousand men. They will be slaughtered like
swine in to-morrow's battle, and our cause will be lost unless I put
fresh fear in the hearts of the enemy."

Kaanaana made no further objection, knowing that her words were true,
and that, unless she succeeded in her mission, they must all die
together. When she had gone, although his heart was heavy on her
account, he turned over and slept soundly that he might have strength
for the morrow's battle. So Hiwa went forth and descended the heights
to the Waipio River, which, even at that distance from the sea, was
then deep enough for swimming. The water and the change of motion
greatly refreshed her bruised and bleeding feet and aching limbs. She
passed the hostile sentinels, swimming noiselessly under water, and
kept on down the river to the midst of Aa's army.

Then Aa's spearmen, sleeping on their arms, were awakened by a
well-known voice proceeding from the water, and it said:--"Listen! The
Spirit of Hiwa bids you save your lives. Why should you die? Behold,
the rightful _moi kane_, _Aelani_, The Pledge from Heaven, The Chosen
of the Gods, cometh to his own! Ku thundered at his birth, and the
rainbow covered him; therefore none shall be able to stand before him.
Yet he is just and merciful. He will slay those who are taken with
arms in their hands, fighting against him. He will spare those who
stand aloof. But Aa shall die a pig's death, and his bones shall be
put to shame."

Then Hiwa swam down-stream under water so softly that not a splash was
heard or a ripple seen, and an hour past midnight the same voice and
words were heard on the heights of Kukuihaele.

At dawn Kaanaana awoke and looked upon Hiwa sleeping at his side. She
was covered with blood, and great, ragged rents were torn in her
flesh, for she had slipped and fallen while descending from the
heights of Kukuihaele in the darkness of the night. Her eyes were
sunken, her face was gaunt with toil and pain, and she slept like one
dead. Kaanaana forbade all noise in that part of the camp, and made it
silent as the grave, so that Hiwa might sleep until the men were ready
to go forth to battle. Then he awoke her gently, and she arose and
took her place beside him at the head of the warriors, armed as a
warrior, and so she marched to the fight.




CHAPTER XII

THE BATTLE


AA was brave as well as cruel. He did not doubt that Hiwa's spirit had
appeared in his camp and on the heights of Kukuihaele; but, although
it troubled him greatly, he hoped it was a lying spirit. Did not the
whole nation know that the _moi wahine_ had committed the unpardonable
sin and had died from Ku's implacable wrath, which descends from
parent to child even unto the third and fourth generation? How, then,
could her claimant to the throne enjoy Ku's favor? And how could he be
of the sacred race which the gods had sent from heaven to rule men?
Yet Hiwa's spirit had thrice proclaimed him as heaven-born, The Chosen
of Ku, and living witnesses had seen him and Hiwa and Kaanaana issue
from the depths of the sea, where mortals unaided by the gods would
have perished. Superstition balanced superstition. Men were afraid to
support Aelani, and afraid to fight against him, lest the heavy wrath
of Ku should fall upon them.

It was not so with the spearmen of Kohala. Kaanaana had always
believed that Aa invented the story of Hiwa's sin as a pretext for
hunting her to death, and what the high-chief believed was accepted in
his own domains without question. Had it not proved true? Was she not
now with them in living flesh and blood? Was not the story of her
rescue by Ukanipo, God of Sharks, reasonable and in accord with the
sacred _meles_ that had come down from the wise men of old? Most
convincing of all, would Ku have permitted her to live if she had
committed damning sin?

Before the spearmen of Kohala arrived, Aa succeeded in persuading most
of his immediate followers, and also himself, that Hiwa was a lying
spirit. He even won over Kaaahu, Lord of Honokaa, who was swaying
between opposing opinions like a fern in the wind, and set him and his
men in the front of battle, where they could not easily run away.

The old men, the women, and the children had collected in the
_puuhonua_. This was a city of refuge corresponding to those of
ancient Israel. These sanctuaries, some of them very large and with
accommodations for many people, were scattered throughout the Hawaiian
Islands. Their gates stood always open, and the vanquished warrior,
the rebel, the red-handed murderer, the violator of _tabus_, the
vilest criminal, or the bitterest enemy of the _moi_ or of the
priesthood, was safe when once within their sacred walls. There he
offered thanks to the gods for his escape, and, after a few days, was
free to depart under their protection. It is said that, in the latter
part of the fifteenth century, long after the period of this story,
Hakau, The Cruel, proposed to slaughter the followers of his
half-brother, Umi, within the sanctuary, and was deterred by the
threatening vengeance of the gods--incidentally, also, by his own
death, and the complete triumph of Umi. Where did these people, so
remote and isolated, get this and so many other of the customs
described in the Jewish scriptures?

It was past noon when the conflict began--less than eight hundred
tired men attacking twenty-two hundred fresh ones. But as the spearmen
of Kohala advanced, amazement paralyzed the ranks opposing them. The
_moi wahine_, or her spirit, marched in front, and beside her strode a
youth, wearing the royal _mamo_, who was the living image of
Papaakahi, The Mighty, in his younger days, but of more gigantic
stature, and handsomer, and more regal in his bearing, than even that
great conqueror.

Kaaahu and his men, crying that the dead had come to life, and that
Aelani must be The Chosen of the Gods, broke and fled without throwing
a spear. They made their way with no great loss to the heights of
Kukuihaele, and watched the battle in safety. But, in the confusion,
Aa and his spearmen were forced back, and were hedged in with the
cliffs of Kukuihaele at their left, and the river at their right, and
the sea behind them. They could not run away, and, as they expected
no quarter, they fought with desperation. The odds, too, seemed
greatly in their favor, for they were picked warriors, many of them
nobles, and were fresh, and far outnumbered their assailants.

But doubt and superstitious fear were with them, while the spearmen of
Kohala were confident of victory, and forgot their weariness in the
blood-frenzy of battle. Their _moi kane_ was at their head, and beside
him the _moi wahine_, and Kaanaana, their high-chief, the foremost
warrior in the land. So, although they fell thick and fast before Aa's
skilled spearmen, they pressed on and slew and slew and slew. The _moi
kane_ and the _moi wahine_ and the Lord of Kohala, excelling all
others in deeds of strength, and skill and valor, were ever in
advance, their spears, dripping with blood, yet they received no hurt
so that men said that Ku went before them. They continually strove to
reach Aa and kill him, for his death would end the war; but his
spearmen, knowing the rout and slaughter that would follow, protected
him with dense ranks of spears.

Then Aelani did a marvellous thing, one that was told in after ages,
which no man could have done without long and patient training. He
hurled a spear over the heads of Aa's men, fully seventy yards, so
that it struck Aa below the waist and passed through his body. Aa
fell, and his warriors, supposing that he was dead, became
panic-stricken, and, being hemmed in by the cliffs and the sea and the
river, were slaughtered without mercy.

Just as the fighting changed into a butchery, Aelani plunged into the
river and swam across, and ran with all his speed towards Aa's palace.
He had heard a shriek, and, looking that way, saw Manoa rush from the
palace in the direction of his army, pursued by three men armed with
spears. So he hastened to her rescue. As he drew near to the men, they
flung their spears at him at the same moment. He evaded one of the
spears, and caught the other two in his hands as he had been taught to
do in his childhood. Then he flung the two spears back, killing two of
the men with them, and the third he killed with a stone. Thus he saved
Manoa's life.

The thing was the wickedness of Aa, for, knowing that Lilii and Manoa
were of the divine blood of Wakea and Papa in the female line, he had
commanded that they should be killed if the battle went against him,
so that the victor might have no goddess-born wife. He had assigned
the murder to the three men he trusted most, and they killed the
mother before the daughter escaped.

The slaughter ended when darkness came. A few of Aa's men scaled the
heights of Kukuihaele; a few swam out to sea and got away; a few score
swam across the river and reached the _puuhonua_ and were safe, but
many more were speared in attempting it. The greater part perished. A
fourth of Kaanaana's men perished also. In all more than a thousand
men lay dead and dying on the field. The victorious survivors, worn
out with marching and slaughter, sank on the ground beside them and
slept until morning.

Hiwa and Kaanaana slept from dark till dawn; but the young _moi kane_,
who had that day won his kingdom, lay awake many hours, and when sleep
came to him he dreamed of love, and not of glory.




CHAPTER XIII

THE SACRIFICE


IN the morning after the battle word was brought to the palace that Aa
had been found on the field still alive. Aelani commanded that he
should be taken to the _heiau_, or temple, to be sacrificed, and that
the spearmen should be assembled there to witness the sacred rites. So
Aa was taken to the _heiau_, and awaited the coming of Aelani and Hiwa
and Kaanaana and the spearmen of Kohala.

Then Aelani's servants put on him the great _mamo_ that had been the
state robe of _moi kanes_ of the blood of Wakea and Papa time whereof
the memory of man ran not to the contrary. It reached from his
shoulders to his ankles, and enveloped his whole body. It was made
entirely of the yellow feathers of the _mamo_, and, as the _mamo_ was
a small bird, and lived in the mountains, and was wild and scarce,
from being constantly hunted, and, moreover, had but few of the sacred
feathers, the collection of feathers for that cloak had been the
life-work of nine generations of hunters. Aelani also wore a helmet of
the still more priceless feathers of the _oo_. The _niho palaoa_ was
on his neck, and in his hand he carried spears red with the blood of
his enemies.

Hiwa wore a _mamo_ like Aelani's, broad and long, extending to her
feet, priceless as the crown jewels of England. Upon her head was a
_lei_, or wreath of yellow _ilima_ and dark-green _maile_, and,
crowning all, a _lei_ of the fluffy, yellow feathers of the _oo_,
feathers worth many times their weight in gold. Kaanaana, too, was
richly clad, as became a mighty high-chief. A cloak of yellow and red
feathers, only less rare and costly than the _mamo_, covered him from
head to foot, and a yellow and red helmet adorned his head.

Before they left the palace Hiwa embraced Aelani and Kaanaana,
kissing them and shedding tears, as if she were parting from them
forever, so that they greatly wondered, not dreaming of what was in
her mind. Then, when the chiefs had assembled--all who had the right
to stand in presence of the _moi_--Hiwa made a signal that Kaanaana
should kneel before her. So he kneeled before her, and she, in
presence of them all, took the feather _lei_ from her head and twined
it around his helmet.

"Mighty _konohiki_," she said, "thou art greatest of the chiefs,
noblest among men, my own and only love, the father of my child. Thy
rank shall be above all other men not goddess-born, and, in token
thereof, thou and the _konohikis_ of thy line shall have the right to
deck their helmets with the yellow feathers of the _oo_ as long as the
sun shines and water flows. I, Hiwa, daughter of the gods, have said
it, and my son, The Chosen of Ku, confirms this royal honor."

The occasion of the sacrifice was a great one, for Aa was of the blood
of Wakea and Papa. Never before in the solemn and bloody rites of
consecrating a new _moi_ had such an offering been made to Ku. The
_heiau_ was an immense, irregular, stone parallelogram, open to the
sky. The interior was divided into terraces, the upper one paved with
flat stones. The south end was an inner court, the most sacred place,
corresponding to the Holiest of Holies of the Jews. Here were the
idols, great and small. Here was the high-priest's station. Here the
gods were consulted, and their oracles made known. At the entrance to
this court was the sacrificial altar of Ku.

When Aelani and Hiwa and Kaanaana and the chiefs and warriors had
gathered in the temple, and Aa, grievously wounded, was brought before
the altar where he had long officiated as high-priest, his proud and
cruel spirit flashed forth, and he said:--"If I had won the battle I
would have gone to Kohala and put every man, woman and child to the
spear, save Aelani and Hiwa and Kaanaana and all of noble birth, whom
I would have kept for the sacrifice; I would have made Kohala fat with
slaughter; I would have drenched Ku's altar with the blood of the
goddess-born. Then Ku would have had more cause for rejoicing than in
the sacrifice of one old man. Yet, although my bones will be put to
shame, I am content, knowing that Ku's heavy wrath will fall upon my
enemies, and that I shall glory in their destruction, and mock them in
the other world. If Hiwa had been slain when she committed the
unpardonable sin against Ku his anger might have been appeased; but
now that it has been growing these sixteen years, the whole people are
doomed, for they are her people and her son's. Behold I, Aa,
high-priest of Ku, proclaim that his implacable wrath rests upon the
whole kingdom, and shall eat up its inhabitants. My revenge is sure.
Therefore I rejoice, and shall return rejoicing to the gods from whom
I came!"

As the high-priest ceased speaking Kaanaana sprang towards him, crying
"Aa, you lie! You invented this damning lie as a pretext for slaying
the _moi wahine_! Now, in the hour of her triumph, you repeat it to
ruin her before gods and men!"

Hiwa restrained him with a gesture, and said in a loud, clear voice
that all might hear: "Aa does not lie. Sixteen years ago I forgot the
law which almighty Ku gave to Wakea and Papa--the law creating the
sacred _tabu_, which our nation has kept age after age, and I ate of
the fruit of which Ku has declared, 'In the day a woman eateth thereof
she shall surely die.'"

Upon hearing this confession, the high-priest burst into a fierce,
mocking laugh, and the spearmen shrank back aghast, and Kaanaana hung
his head in shame and sorrow.

But Hiwa mounted the altar and stood above them, tall, straight and
proud, crowned with _ilima_ and _maile_, clothed with the royal robe
that only a _moi_ might wear and live, holding a spear in her hand.

"Sixteen years ago," she said, "I committed the unpardonable sin, and
now the hour of my atonement has come. Ku spared my life. Kneeling
under the rainbow, beside my new-born babe, I confessed my sin to him,
and bound myself by an irrevocable vow that, if he would let me train
the boy to lead the chiefs in battle for his throne, I, Hiwa,
goddess-queen, with my own royal hand, would shed my sacred blood upon
his altar. Ku heard the vow, and answered me with thunder from the
mountains. He has kept faith with me. Now I must keep faith with him,
or else his heavy wrath will fall on all I love, on all who follow me.
Therefore, to save my son, Aelani, The Pledge from Heaven, to save his
father, my lover, Kaanaana, who is a thousand times dearer to me than
life, to save my people, whom I would not have destroyed, I keep my
oath and lift the curse of Ku."

With a swift stroke she buried the spear in her own heart.

Kaanaana leaped upon the altar, crying: "Eternal Ku, although I am not
goddess-born, I am a great noble. Accept my life also in atonement for
her sin!" He stabbed himself, and, falling on Hiwa, died kissing her
dead lips.

Then Laamaikahiki, wild with grief and rage, thrust Aa through the
throat. So the high-priest died a pig's death, and his bones were put
to shame.

Hiwa's bones and Kaanaana's were hidden in a cave, at dead of night,
by Aelani himself, for he would not intrust this pious duty to meaner
hands, that touch of mortal might not profane them so long as the
world should endure. Hiwa had made such atonement, lifting Ku's curse
from all the people, that they revered her memory and worshipped her
as a goddess even as if she had not committed that great sin.

_Aloha_, Hiwa! She was nobler than a goddess-queen, for she was one of
God's noblest creatures--a noble woman. Her frailties were those of
human nature and of the remote and barbarous land in which she lived.
Her virtues were those of a brave, generous, and lovable people.

_Aloha_, Hiwa! _Aloha, nui!_




GLOSSARY


THE spelling of Hawaiian words is in the main phonetic, according to
what is known as the continental method, with the limitation that
there are only twelve letters, instead of twenty-six, in the alphabet.
Hiwa, for example, is pronounced, approximately, Hé-vä, and Aelani,
I-lä´-ny.

The following rules for pronunciation are taken from Prof. William D.
Alexander's _Brief History of the Hawaiian People_:

The original Hawaiian alphabet, adopted by the first missionaries,
contained but twelve letters, five of which were vowels, and seven
consonants, viz.: _a_, _e_, _i_, _o_, _u_, _h_, _k_, _l_, _m_, _n_,
_p_, and _w_. The number of distinct sounds are about sixteen.

No distinction was formerly made between the sounds of _k_ and _t_, or
between those of _l_ and _r_. In poetry, however, the sound of _t_ was
preferred to that of _k_. The letter _w_ generally sounds like _v_
between the penult and the final syllable of a word.

_A_ is sounded as in f_a_ther, _e_ as in th_e_y, _i_ as in mar_i_ne,
_o_ as in n_o_te, _u_ as in r_u_le, or as _oo_ in m_oo_n.

_Ai_, when sounded as a diphthong, resembles the English _ay_, and
_au_, the English _ou_ in l_ou_d.

Besides the sounds mentioned above, there is in many words a guttural
break between two vowels, which is represented by an apostrophe in a
few common words, to distinguish their meaning, as Kina'u.

Every word and every syllable must end in a vowel, and no two
consonants occur without a vowel sound between them.

The accent of about five-sixths of the words in the language is on the
penult. A few of the proper names are accented on the final syllable,
as Paki´, Kiwalao´ and Namakeha´.

Aa--the word has a variety of meanings, among which are a spiteful
person, a raging flame, a rock of rough broken lava.

Ae, keike--yes, child.

Aelani--the pledge from heaven, a promise from the skies. Lani,
heavenly, heaven-born, is a common termination of the names of
Hawaiian men and women, especially those of exalted rank.

Ahupuaa--a large tract of land under the control of a single person, a
lordship.

Aialo--those who eat at the king's court.

Akela--a berry much like the American raspberry.

Alii-niaupio, tabu moi wahine--freely translated, goddess-queen, a
female sovereign of divine or semi-divine lineage, unapproachable,
sacred, absolute.

Aloha--Aloha, more appropriately, perhaps, than any other one word,
may be taken as typical of the Hawaiian race. It is the first native
word the stranger learns, the common salutation on the street, and the
last he hears at parting. It signifies kindly feeling, good-will. It
is also used to express love.

Aloha nui--great good-will.

Au-we--an exclamation of sorrow, a wailing cry, alas.

Awa--an intoxicating liquor made from the roots of a plant of the same
name. It is very stupefying, and, when drunk to excess, causes the
skin to turn a dirty-brown color, and to crack and flake off.

Eaeakai--the word, sometimes used as a proper noun, means, covered
with the spray of the sea.

E moe o--the customary exclamation or command to lie prostrate on the
approach of royalty.

Haleakala--the House of the Sun, an extinct volcano ten thousand feet
high on the Island of Maui. Its crater, over thirty miles in
circumference and two thousand feet deep, is the largest in the world.

Hamakua--the name of a district in the northern part of the Island of
Hawaii.

Haole--a foreigner. The term is applied to white persons, whether of
Hawaiian or foreign birth, and is not often used in speaking of
Asiatics.

Hawaii--the large island, twice the size of all the others combined,
from which the group takes it name. It is the second in industrial and
commercial importance, and probably the first in undeveloped
resources.

Heiau--a temple.

Hilo--the name of two districts, North and South Hilo, on the
northeastern side of the Island of Hawaii and of the chief town of the
island; also of the first night in which the new moon can be seen, as
it is like a twisted thread (from the verb to twist, to spin, to
turn). The new moon, a crescent, indicates the outline of Hilo Bay.

Hiwa--the precious one.

Hula hula--a dance, dancers, dancing, and music. The Hawaiian hula is
not necessarily immodest, but certain lascivious hulas have won a
world-wide and unenviable notoriety.

Ihe--a war-club.

Ii--a word that has a variety of meanings, among which are: a selfish
person, a cruel person, a sour person, a collection of small things.
It is often used as a proper noun, as is also the single vowel, _I_.
Repeated three times it forms another word--iii.

Ilima--a shrub which bears beautiful green and yellow flowers; also,
the flowers.

Iiwi--a small red bird.

Kaanaana--the name of a man or woman, quite common.

Kahiki--foreign parts.

Kahlooawe--One of the smaller islands.

Kahuna--a witch-doctor or sorcerer; also, at the present time, a
native quack.

Kanaka-wale--a landless freeman.

Kanaloa--one of the gods, Kane's younger brother.

Kane--a male, applied equally to human beings and animals; also, the
name of one of the great gods.

Kanehoalani--the god of the sky.

Kanehulikoa--the god of the sea.

Kaukihi--a small boat, a single dug-out.

Keike--a child.

Kihei--a mantle or cloak.

Kini akua--elves.

Koa--a hard wood in great demand on account of the beautiful finish
which it takes.

Kohala--North and South Kohala, the two northern districts in the
Island of Hawaii.

Konohiki--a great landholder under the _moi_, virtually a feudal lord.

Ku--the name of the fiercest and most cruel of the ancient gods.

Kukailimoke--the god of war.

Kukuihaele--the high land adjoining the southeast of Waipio Valley.

Kuleana--a small holding of land.

Kupua--a demi-god.

Lanai--the name of one of the smaller islands, literally, The Hump,
from its shape; the name is applied to a veranda.

Lawalu--fish or meat wrapped in _ti_ leaves, and cooked on coals or
hot stones.

Lei--a wreath.

Lilii--usually spelled Liilii, little one, small, often added to a
name to indicate youth, or as a term of affection.

Lolo--idiotic, a fool.

Lono--the mildest and most benevolent of the Hawaiian deities. The
tradition was that he taught peace and good-will, and inaugurated a
golden age, and that, when he went away, he promised to return some
time. When Captain Cook discovered the islands in 1778 the natives
welcomed him as the long-expected Lono.

Maile--a beautiful dark green odoriferous vine, _alyxia olive-formia_.

Makai--towards the sea. In the Hawaiian Islands one rarely hears the
words north, south, east or west, in any reference to locality or
direction. It is _makai_, towards the sea, _mauka_, away from the sea,
or to windward, or to leeward, or the direction is designated by
another place, as, for example, Chicago is New York of the Rocky
Mountains, and Denver is San Francisco of St. Paul.

Malo--the loin-cloth formerly worn by men.

Mamo--a small bird with yellow feathers, formerly sacred to royalty.
Hence a garment made of its yellow feathers. The bird is nearly or
quite extinct, and the ancient robes that have been preserved have
fabulous values.

Manao--what one thinks or advises, an opinion.

Manoa--the name of a beautiful valley in the suburbs of Honolulu;
also, of an ancient or legendary princess.

Mauna Kea--the White Mountain, from the snow that covers its summit a
great part of the year. It is 13,805 feet in height.

Mauna Loa--the Long Mountain, a great volcano, 13,675 feet high. The
last eruption was in July, 1899.

Mele--a poem, a song, a hymn, a chant; in particular, the epics of the
race, committed to memory and transmitted from generation to
generation. Some of these epics are supposed to be hundreds of years
old, and are almost as unlike modern Hawaiian as Chaucer is unlike
modern English.

Milu--the god of the lower world.

Moi--a sovereign in whom is supreme authority, applied to gods and
monarchs descended from the gods; but the title was continued during
the half century and more that the Hawaiian government was a
constitutional monarchy.

Mokuhalii--the name of the god of sharks. On Hawaii, he was known as
Ukanipo.

Newa--a feather-helmet.

Niho palaoa--a whale-tooth ornament worn only by persons of high rank.

Niulii--the southeast corner of North Kohala, adjoining the Hamakua
mountains.

Ohelo--a reddish-brown berry similar to the whortleberry.

Ohia--a deciduous fruit, something like an apple, but less nutritious
and more juicy.

Olona--a native shrub with the qualities of hemp or flax.

Oo--a small black bird with tufts of yellow feathers, sacred like the
_mamo_.

Papa--a goddess, wife of Wakea.

Papaakahi--the first of all, the highest in rank.

Pau--stop, hold your tongue, that is all, the end.

Pau--the ordinary female garment of ancient times, _tapa_ cloth wound
round the waist, and reaching to the knees.

Pele--the goddess of volcanoes.

Poha--a berry from which a delicious jam is made.

Poi--a paste made from _taro_. It is to Hawaiians what wheat is to
Europeans, and rice to Chinamen.

Polulu--a short spear.

Puka--a hole, an entrance.

Puna--the name of a district at the eastern end of the Island of
Hawaii.

Puuhonua--a city of refuge.

Tabu--prohibited, forbidden, sacred, devoted to the gods, the _moi_ or
the chiefs. The _tabu_, also spelled _kapu_, was the controlling
feature of the ancient religion. It was oppressive to the last degree,
and was mercilessly enforced by superstitious terror and the death
penalty. After the discovery by Captain Cook, it gradually lost its
hold on rulers, priesthood, and people. It was officially abolished in
1819, a few months before the arrival of the first missionaries.

Tapa--a cloth made from the beaten bark of the wauki, or mamaki, or
paper-mulberry or other trees; hence, any garment made of _tapa_. Also
spelled _kapa_.

    "Ua mau ke ea o ka aina i ka pono."

(The life of the land is preserved by righteousness.) The national
motto inscribed on the Hawaiian coat-of-arms. It is, of course, of
comparatively recent date, and of missionary origin.

    "Ue, ue! Ua make kuu alii!
    Ue, ue! Ua make kuu alii!"
    (Alas! Dead is the chief!
    Alas! Dead is the chief!)

The first lines of an old dirge.

Ukeke--a rude musical instrument, something like a guitar.

Ukanipo--one of the names of the shark-god.

Ulua--an excellent table-fish, very active.

Umu--an oven, a place for baking food.

Wahine--a female; the word used to designate the female sex whether of
human beings or animals.

Waipio--the arc of water, the name of a picturesque and beautiful
valley among the Hamakua mountains, derived from the waterfall. It was
a royal residence for centuries, and has been the scene of many
battles.

Wakea--a god prominent in Hawaiian mythology, the husband of Papa.
According to some legends, Wakea and Papa were the parents of the
human race, or, at least, the Polynesian branch of it; according to
other legends their descendants were divine, demi-gods and
demi-goddesses, like Hiwa.

Wiki wiki--hurry up.


PAU




Transcriber's Note

On the assumption of printer errors, the following amendments have
been made:

    Page 4--bated amended to baited--... and baited his turtle-shell
    hook ...

    Page 10--forfit amended to forfeit--... and my life is forfeit;
    ...

    Page 14--awa italicised--"spends his nights drinking _awa_, ..."

    Page 47--chiefessess amended to chiefesses--She told him of the
    high chiefs and chiefesses, ...

    Page 71--Keiki amended to Keike--"_Keike_," said Hiwa, "this is
    your father...."

    Page 86--accomodations amended to accommodations--... some of
    them very large and with accommodations ...

    Page 101--drank amended to drunk--... and, when drunk to excess,
    causes the skin ...





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