86 Fornander Collection of Hawaiian Folk-lore. 



Urging onward the rising sea. 



Like the clouds at Kikiopua 



Is the flying and swimming outrigger of Malelewaa. 



The burden is swung to the back, 



Kaula looks as though climbing from behind. 



The cliffs of Wailau are joined and plated one on top of another, 



They are joined and plated, 



On the top of Pueohulunui, 



The cliffs where the owls fly. 



Kuapakaa then chanted of the storm: 



Gently ! Gently ! Gently ! 



Comes the rain, the wind, the storm, 



From Puulenalena, from Hilo, 



From Hokukano, from Waioloniea, 



From the raising of the paddle from under the buttock, 



At the thought, at the pebbles, 



At the cutting down of the iako, at Kainaliu, 



The iako at the rear. 



At the opening between the two sailing masters. 



Get up from your seats. 



Take out your paddles, 



Pull up the weight, 



Watch for the waves 



As they twist and rise, 



As the waves twist and beat 



On the outside of the canoe ; 



The wave is become quiet at the bow, 



Swing the canoe around and let the wave pass between, 



The water on the outside meet at the opening, 



The wave is a welcome thing to a castaway. 



But here I am, O death ! 



Death to you is the small wave. 



Death to you is the large wave, 



Death to you is the long wave. 



Death to you is the short wave, 



The follower of Kuloku, 



The roaring, the trembling. 



The ooZ-m'^ the lauloa,^" 



The waves that open up. 



The waves that will perchance open up my canoe. 



It will swamp. Because of the swamping of the small canoe. 



The large canoe will also swamp. 



Bind the paddles together, 



For they will be the only burden of a swamped canoe ; 



The small paddle, the large paddle, 



The long paddle, the short paddle ; 



"Oopu, the fresh water fish, goby (Eteotris fusca). "I.auloa, one of the varieties of taro. 



