360 Foniandcr Collection of Hawaiian Folk-lore. 



The cliff that fed us, the cHft' where we roamed, 



The cHff that is carried at the back, 



That appears as though carried on the back when one's back is 



turned toward it. 

 O, let us weep. Here is my greeting. 

 Say, Hina, give me some of the fish, 

 Say, Hina, don't be unkind. 

 Thou art from Kalihi. I am from Kalihi. 

 The woman that fished for crabs was from Kalihi. 

 The rope was pulled and broken. 

 The covering floated away with the calabash. 

 The woman went in pursuit of the calabash. 

 The sea of Kalihi that breaks the strings of the calabash. 

 Kalihi is immovable. 

 Say, Hina, give me some fish. 

 Say, Hina, make answer. Give me some of the fish. 



By this chant recited by Kamapuaa, Hina began to think that this must be Kama- 

 puaa himself, and so she became afraid, because it was she who went to Kahhi and there 

 lost her calabash of crabs. 



When she realized this she broke through the back end of the house with the idea 

 of escaping, for Kamapuaa was standing in the doorway preventing her from going 

 out that way. After Hina had made her escape from the house, she ran and told Kahi- 

 kiula and Kahikihonuakele,"* who were preparing awa in another house, and said to 

 them: "Say, Kamapuaa is coming; he has arrived." At this they all went out to greet 

 and to humble themselves before him. Hina then chanted a mele that was composed in 

 his honor, in order to please him : 



In the top of the kukui on Hanunanuna, 



On the shores of Waimalu, 



My sire, it is raining. 



I have no gifts to offer so as to appease your anger. 



For there is but the insufficient heavens. 



For the tears are coming down as rain. 



It is raining ; I am wet ; 



My body is wet with the rain, 



My son of the cliffs carried on the bosom. 



Hina then approached Kamapuaa and laid down at his feet, and Kamapuaa sat 

 on her. Kahikivtla then chanted a mele in honor of Kamapuaa, saying: 



In the top of the kukui on Hanunanuna, 



On the shores of Wainiea, 



My sire, it is raining. 



I have no gifts to offer so as to appease your anger. 



The only gift is my tears. 



It is raining ; I am wet. 



"These two had been assigned to the uplands with Makalii, but are prepared to "eat humble pie" and own 

 Kamapuaa. 



