he seeks. The form that
he has seen still leads him on. He will brave the sea god's wrath;
and he fain would cool his brow of flame in the briny bath. He thinks
he hears a voice sounding down within his soul; and cries, "Where art
thou, O Kaala? I come, I come!" And as he cries, he springs into the
white, foaming surge of this ever fretted sea.

And one was near as the hero sprang; even Ua, with the clustering
curls. She loved the chief; she did hope that when his steps were
stayed by the sea, and he had mingled his moan with the wild waters'
wail, that he would turn once more to the inland groves, where she
would twine him wreaths, and soothe his limbs, and rest his head upon
her knees; but he has leaped for death, he comes up no more. And
Ua wailed for Kaaialii; and as the chief rose no more from out the
lashed and lathered sea, she cried out, "_Auwe ka make_!" (Alas,
he is dead!) And thus wailing and crying out, and tearing her hair,
she ran back over the bluffs, and down the shore to the tabooed ground
of Kealia, and wailing ever, flung herself at the feet of Kamehameha.

The King was grieved to hear from Ua of the loss of his young
chief. But the priest Papalua standing near, said: "O Chief of Heaven,
and of all the isles; there where Kaaialii has leaped is the sea den
of Opunui, and as thy brave spearman can follow the turtle to his
deep sea nest, he will see the mouth of the cave, and in it, I think,
he will find his lost love, Kaala, the flower of Palawai."

At this Ua roused up. She called to her brother Keawe, and laying
hold on him, pulled him toward the shore, crying out, "To thy canoe,
quick! I will help thee to paddle to Kaumalapau." For thus she could
reach the cave sooner than by the way of the bluffs. And the great
chief also following, sprang into his swiftest canoe, and helping
as was his wont, plunged his blade deep into the swelling tide,
and bounded along by the frowning shore of Kumoku.

When Kaaialii plunged beneath the surging waters, he became at once
the searching diver of the Hawaiian seas; and as his keen eye peered
throughout the depths, he saw the portals of the ocean cave into
which poured the charging main. He then, stemming with easy play of
his well-knit limbs the suck and rush of the sea, shot through the
current of the gorge; and soon stood up upon the sunless strand.

At first he saw not, but his ears took in at once a sad and piteous
moan,--a sweet, sad moan for his hungry ea