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wager. As they were leaving the kilu house, Kamalalawalu stepped in between Kike- 

 kaala and Halemano," ready to ask to be forgiven, but Kikekaala pulled Halemano 

 away, saying to Kamalalawalu: "You deserted him and here you are coming after 

 him again. He shall not return to you." As Kikekaala and Halemano departed, Ka- 

 malalawalu stood there weeping; she placed her hands at her back and as the tears 

 flowed down her face, she chanted the following lines : 



Koolau is burning- with fire, 



Koolau is burning with the fire of the goddess ; 



It is raging in the uplands of Hamakua, 



It is being cut up by the wind, 



Causing anger and hatred, 



111 feeling and bad thoughts. 



In these lines Kamalalawalu was chanting of her rival Kikekaala, for she had an 

 unbecoming face to look at. The closing lines are in reference to her. Kamalalawalu 



then continued: 



Alas, thou art my Ixisom companion, my love ! 



My companion of the cold watery home of Hilo. 



I am from Hilo, from the calabash of Kulukulua,*^ 



From the arched sands at Waiolama, 



From the rain that pelts the leaves of the breadfruit of Piihonua; 



For we live at the breadfruit trees of Malama. 



Love is shown by the tears. 



Love is the friend of my companion, 



My companion of the thick forests of Panaewa, 



Where you and I have trod without a third party ; 



Our only fellow traveler was my love. 



The only right we had for living in the uplands of Laa, 



For my body is sacred to thee, my love. 



Alas, O my companion, my love ! 



My love of the cold, watery home of Hilo, 



That friendless home where you and I lived. 



When Kamalalawalu ceased chanting, she turned and looked at Halemano. 

 When she did, she saw Kikekaala biting Halemano in the side, so she chanted the fol- 

 lowing lines : 



The bite of a native is a sign of treachery ; 



The stranger laughs, for it is a sign of evil ; 



For you are then surrounded by fine rain from the goddess. 



I must be your wife and you my husband, 



My husband of the Kanikani rain of the lehua trees of Makaulele. 



It is being broken in large pieces at Kumukahi Point, 



For love has come for the first time this day. 



Like the mouth of the Ohele stream, it is changeable. 



For the clouds are gathering in the uplands of Piihonua, 



O my love of the cold, watery home of Hilo ! 



"With all Halemano's pleadings for the return of his "Or from the table of the king, 



lost love he was unable to secure it when offered. 



