at this blemish should be
removed. Accordingly, when the people had all arrived, Kapeepeekauila
laid himself down and they fell to work until the hairs were all
plucked out. He then took Hina to wife, and they two dwelt together
on the top of Haupu.

Poor Hakalanileo, the husband of Hina, mourned the loss of his
companion of the long nights of winter and the shower-sprinkled
nights of summer. Neither could he regain possession of her, for
the ridge of Haupu grew till it reached the heavens. He mourned and
rolled himself in the dust in agony, and crossed his hands behind his
back. He went from place to place in search of some powerful person
who should be able to restore to him his wife. In his wanderings,
the first person to whom he applied was Kamalalawalu, celebrated for
strength and courage. This man, seeing his doleful plight, asked,
"Why these tears, O my father?"

Hakalanileo replied, "Thy mother is lost."

"Lost to whom?"

"Lost to Kapeepee."

"What Kapeepee?"

"Kapeepee-kauila."

"What Kauila?"

"Kauila, the dauntless, of Haupu."

"Then, O father, thou wilt not recover thy wife. Our stick may strike;
it will but hit the dust at his feet. His stick, when it strikes back,
will hit the head. Behold, measureless is the height of Haupu."

Now, this Kamalalawalu was celebrated for his strength in throwing
stones. Of himself, one side was stone, and the other flesh. As
a test he seized a large stone and threw it upwards. It rose till
it hit the sky and then fell back to earth again. As it came down,
he turned his stony side toward it, and the collision made his side
rattle. Hakalanileo looked on and sadly said, "Not strong enough."

On he went, beating his breast in his grief, till he came to the
celebrated Niuloihiki. Question and answer passed between them, as
in the former case, but Niuloihiki replied, "It is hopeless; behold,
measureless is the height of Haupu."

Again he prosecuted his search till he met the third man of fame,
whose name was Kaulu. Question and answer passed, as before, and
Kaulu, to show his strength, seized a river and held it fast in its
course. But Hakalanileo mournfully said, "Not strong enough."

Pursuing his way with streaming eyes, he came to the fourth hero,
Lonokaeho by name. As in the former cases, so in this, he received
no satisfaction. These four were all he knew of who were foremost in
prowess, and all four had failed him. It was the end, and he turned
sadly towar