stout sinew and bold nerve the fearless
spearman reaches the upper land from whence he had, in his day of
devouring rage, hurled and driven headlong the panic-stricken foe.

And now he runs on over the lands of Paomai, through the wooded dells
of the gorge of Kaiholena, and onward across Kaunolu and Kalulu,
until he reaches the head spring of sacred Kealia called Waiakekua;
and here he gathered bananas and ohelo berries; and as he stayed his
hunger with the pleasant wild fruit, he beheld a white-haired priest
of Kaunolu, bearing a calabash of water.

The aged priest feared the stalwart chief, because he was not upon his
own sacred ground, under the safe wing of the taboo; and therefore
he bowed low and clasped the stout knees, and offered the water to
slake the thirst of the sorrowing chief. But Kaaialii cried out:
"I thirst not for water, but for the sight of my love. Tell me where
she is hid, and I will bring thee hogs and men for the gods." And to
this the glad priest replied:

"Son of the stout spear! I know thou seekest the sweet Flower of
Palawai; and no man but her sire has seen her resting-place; but I
know that thou seekest in vain in the groves, and in the ravines,
and in this mountain. Opunui is a great diver and has his dens in the
sea. He leaves the shore when no one follows, and he sleeps with the
fish gods, and thou wilt find thy love in some cave of the rock-bound
southern shore."

The chief quickly turns his face again seaward. He descends the deep
shaded pathway of the ravine of Kaunolu. He winds his way through
shaded thickets of ohia, sandalwood, the yellow mamani, the shrub
violet, and the fragrant na-u. He halted not as he reached the plain
of Palawai, though the ever overhanging canopy of cloud that shades
this valley of the mountain cooled his weary feet. These upper
lands were still, and no voice was heard by the pili grass huts,
and the maika balls and the wickets of the bowling alley of Palawai
stood untouched, because all the people were with the great chief by
the shore of Kaunolu; and Kaaialii thought that he trod the flowery
pathway of the still valley alone.

But there was one who, in soothing his strained limbs after he fell by
the gateway of the temple, had planted strong love in her own heart;
and she, Ua, with her lithe young limbs, had followed this sorrowing
lord through all his weary tramp, even through the gorges, and over
the ramparts of the hills, and she was near the sad