590 Fornander- Collectioti of Hawaiian Folk-lore. 



The boy: The spider's web creeps there above without roots, 



It has no stem, its only stem is the wood it creeps on, 

 The spider's web creeps. 



"Don't the web creep? It creeps. Yoti think, no doubt, that being men whose 

 teeth are 3'enow with age, that yoti are, therefore, the only ones classed as experts in 

 the profession of hoopapa." 



The men: Puna, the big sunny land. 

 It is made hot by the sun. 

 Trodden down by the rain 

 Is the bud of the wauke plant. 



It clings together and is made to rattle by the heat of the sun. 

 It clings and hides itself from the heat of the sun of Puna. 

 When sat on, it will cling to the back 

 As the squid clings to a shell. 

 It clings, it clings there above, 

 It clings there below, it clings. 



"There, we have our uses of the word cling (pili), young man. We fear yoti are 

 beaten this time, for you will not be able to find a single phrase where you can use the 

 word, young man." 



The boy: Kona, the big sunny land. 

 It is made hot by the sun. 

 Trodden down by the rain 

 Is the bud of the wauke plant. 



It clings together and is made to rattle by the heat of the sun of Kona, 

 For the load will cling to the back when carried. 

 And the shoe will cling to the foot when worn. 



"There we have the word cling and properly used too." 



The men: The hills, yea, the hills. 



The hills at Puulena, at Kauhako, at Pakini. 



The wind from below, from within the hole sweeps up. 



It is the wind that carries away the fishermen's canoes. 



"You are beaten, young man." 



The boy: The hills, yea, the hills. 



The hills of Puulena, at Kahuku, at Pakini. 



The wind, from the lower end of Kailua sweeps up. 



It is the wind that carries away the fishermen's clothes. 



"Does not that match your wind? It does." 



The >iie7i: The rat is being carried off by the owl. 



That thing of death the owl. 



It is indeed lifeless, nothing lives. 

 The hoy: The shell is carrying the squid, 



That thing which is dead. 



It is indeed lifeless, neither of them will live. 

 The men: The land of many hau trees is Kohala, 



I have counted [out of] one hau tree. 



And have found seven hau. 



