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sitting tliere in all her beauty and grace, his mind went back to the days when he and his 

 wife lived in Puna; so he chanted a few lines to Kamalalawalu as follows: 



A kapu is placed over the roads of Puna by the fire of Laka,^" 

 For I see its reflection in my eyes. 

 It is like the breadfruit in the lowlands of Kookoolau; 

 I am ahiiost tempted to pick it ; 

 Being repelled by shame, I touch it not. 

 Alas, my love ! 



My love from the big sea of Puna 

 Whose waves beat on the sea cliffs. 



You forget your lover while you went astray in Kaimu,'"^ 

 Your mouth was closed, refusing to call. 

 My love of the home where we were friendless. 

 That home to which we had no claim, though I made no com- 

 plaint, 

 Where I drew warmth from the sun at Maliu. 

 Take heed to my supplications 

 A^y own, my love ! 



At the close of the chant of Haleniano, he threw the kilu and it hit the mark, 

 whereat the gamekeeper said: "Alas, alas, we count one down!" Halemano again picked 

 up the kilu and held it in his hand; then looked at his wife, whom he saw was not like 

 the other women, being far superior in looks, therefore his eyes were filled with tears, 

 and a great love for his wife came over him as he remembered their walks amidst the 

 hala trees of Puna, and their surf riding at Kaimu; he therefore chanted the following 

 lines : 



The sea is cutting down the hala trees of Puna,^- 



Tliey stand up like people, 



lyike a multitude in the lowlands of Hilo. 



The sea is rising by steps to flood Mokuola.'^ 



Life is once more alive within me for love of you, 



For anger is a helper to man. 



As I roamed over the highways friendless. 



That way and this way, what of me my love? 



Alas, my own dear love! 



My companion of the low hanging breadfruit of Kalapana, 



Of the cold sun that rises at Kumukahi.''* 



The love of a wife is indeed above all else, 



For my temples are burning, 



And my middle is cold because of your love, 



And my body is under bonds to her. 



Come back to me, for this is a Koolau^'' sphere, 



My love, come back. 



"Laka, god of the hula, generally, but here assigned to '^Mokuola, Coconut Island, fronting the town of Hilo. 



the volcano. "Kumukahi, place of sunrise; literally, first foun- 



"Referring to her desertion of him in favor of Hua-a, dation. 



llie king of Puna. "Implying we are in a strange land, etc.; cold and 



"A section of submerged coast of Puna lias a num- friendless, 

 ber of its trees growing in the water. 



