2i^o Pomander Collection of Hatvaiiaii Folk-lore. 



Come back and let us warm each other with love, 

 The only friend of a land that is friendless. 



At the close of this chant by Halemano, he again threw the kilu and it hit the 

 mark, giving him two points. Halemano then took up the kilu and held it in his hand. 

 He then looked at his wife, and when he saw the tears in her eyes his love for her again 

 welled up within him as he remembered how they had lived at Uluomalama in Waiakea, 

 Hilo; so he chanted, while he wiped away the tears with his hand, as follows: 



We once lived in Hilo, in our own home. 



Our home that was in Panaewa. 



For we had suffered in the home that was not ours. 



For I had but one friend, myself. 



The streams of Hilo are innumerable. 



The high cliffs was the home where we lived. 



Alas, my love of the lehua blossoms of Mokupane ! 



The lehua blossoms were braided with the hala blossoms. 



For our love for one another was all we had. 



The rain only fell at Leleiwi, 



As it came creeping over the hala trees at Pomaikai, 



At the place where I was punished through love. 



Alas, O my love ! 



My love from the leaping cliffs of Piikea ; 



From the waters of Wailuku where the people are carried under. 



Which we had to go through to get to the many cliffs^" of Hilo, 



Those solemn cliffs that are bare of people, 



Peopled by you and I alone, my love. 



You, my own love ! 



At the close of this chant, Halemano again threw the kilu at the mark and hit it, 

 counting him three. He then again picked up the kilu and held it in his hand. Hale- 

 mano then looked at Kikekaala and noted the difference between her and Kamalalawalu, 

 who was by far more beautiful than all the other women that had gathered there to wit- 

 ness the contest, for the old saying was indeed true that "East Maui is prominent." 

 Halemano therefore cotild not help but admire Kamalalawalu, and so he chanted the fol- 

 lowing lines in her honor : 



I am cold and chilly. 



Let me lie in your bosom, love. 



We have roamed over Kalena in the uplands of Haleauau, 



In the cold thickets at Wahiawa. 



It was during the days of the heavy fog at Kaala, 



For the cold was brought forth by the dew 



Together with the fragrance of the kupukupu of L,ihue. 



The false cold is uncovered at Waikoloa 



For my love was exposed by the tears. 



As we met at Kalena in Haleauau.^' 



"Character of the northern portion of Hilo district. "Recalling incidents of their first home life. 



