ou in any way?"

He only said, "Why, what have you done that would displease me?"

He kept on his way, she following, till they came to a large stone
in Aihualama, when he turned abruptly and, facing the young girl,
looked at her with an expression of mingled longing and hate. At last,
with a deep sigh, he said, "You are beautiful, my betrothed, but,
as you have been false, you must die."

The young girl looked up in surprise at these strange words, but
saw only hatred and a deadly purpose in Kauhi's eyes; so she said:
"If I have to die, why did you not kill me at home, so that my people
could have buried my bones; but you brought me to the wild woods,
and who will bury me? If you think I have been false to you, why not
seek proof before believing it?"

But Kauhi would not listen to her appeal. Perhaps it only served to
remind him of what he considered was his great loss. He struck her
across the temple with the heavy bunch of hala nuts he had broken
off at Mahinauli, and which he had been holding all the time. The
blow killed the girl instantly, and Kauhi hastily dug a hole under
the side of the rock and buried her; then he started down the valley
toward Waikiki.

As soon as he was gone, a large owl, who was a god, and a relative
of Kahalaopuna, and had followed her from home, immediately set to
digging the body out; which done, it brushed the dirt carefully off
with its wings and, breathing into the girl's nostrils, restored her to
life. It rubbed its face against the bruise on the temple, and healed
it immediately. Kauhi had not advanced very far on his way when he
heard the voice of Kahalaopuna singing a lament for his unkindness,
and beseeching him to believe her, or, at least, prove his accusation.

Hearing her voice, Kauhi returned, and, seeing the owl flying above
her, recognized the means of her resurrection; and, going up to the
girl, ordered her to follow him. They went up the side of the ridge
which divides Manoa Valley from Nuuanu. It was hard work for the
tenderly nurtured maiden to climb the steep mountain ridge, at one
time through a thorny tangle of underbrush, and at another clinging
against the bare face of the rocks, holding on to swinging vines for
support. Kauhi never offered to assist her, but kept on ahead, only
looking back occasionally to see that she followed. When they arrived
at the summit of the divide she was all scratched and bruised, and
her _pa-u_ (skirt) in tatters. Seating hers