r, of the voice of her he
sought. And there upon the cold, dank, dismal floor he could dimly
see his bleeding, dying love. Quickly clasping and soothing her, he
lifted her up to bear her to the upper air; but the moans of his poor
weak Kaala told him she would be strangled in passing through the sea.

And as he sat down, and held her in his arms, she feebly spoke: "O my
chief, I can die now! I feared that the fish gods would take me, and
I should never see thee more. The eel bit me, and the crabs crawled
over me, and when I dared the sea to go and seek thee, my weak arms
could not fight the tide; I was torn against the jaws of the cave,
and this and the fear of the gods have so hurt me, that I must die."

"Not so, my love," said the sad and tearful chief. "I am with thee
now. I give thee the warmth of my heart. Feel my life in thine. Live,
O my Kaala, for me. Come, rest and be calm, and when thou canst hold
thy breath I will take thee to the sweet air again, and to thy valley,
where thou shalt twine wreaths for me." And thus with fond words and
caresses he sought to soothe his love.

But the poor girl still bled as she moaned; and with fainter voice
she said, "No, my chief, I shall never twine a wreath, but only my
arms once more around thy neck." And feebly clasping him, she said
in sad, sobbing, fainting tones, "Aloha, my sweet lord! Lay me among
the flowers by Waiakeakua, and do not slay my father."

Then, breathing moans and murmurs of love, she lay for a time weak
and fainting upon her lover's breast, with her arms drooping by her
side. But all at once she clasps his neck, and with cheek to cheek,
she clings, she moans, she gasps her last throbs of love and passes
away; and her poor torn corse lies limp within the arms of the
love-lorn chief.

As he cries out in his woe there are other voices in the cave. First
he hears the voice of Ua speaking to him in soothing tones as she
stoops to the body of her friend; and then in a little while he hears
the voice of his great leader calling to him and bidding him stay
his grief. "O King of all the Seas," said Kaaialii, standing up and
leaving Kaala to the arms of Ua, "I have lost the flower thou gavest
me; it is broken and dead, and I have no more joy in life."

"What!" said Kamehameha, "art thou a chief, and wouldst cast away life
for a girl? Here is Ua, who loves thee; she is young and tender like
Kaala. Thou shalt have her, and more, if thou dost want. Thou shalt