WHALING VOYAGE. 
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the island ; the chilly and unruly blast of the night wind 
almost forced her slender figure from the pointed rock 
on which she for a moment rested, her loose hair lashed 
her burning forehead with its violence ; behind her was 
the valley of Menoa, in which she met the last look 
of her beloved Tuanoa, before her was the deep valley 
of Nuanu, four thousand feet in depth,— midway dash- 
ing its white foam, she could just observe the enchanted 
stream gushing out of a small division in the rocks, 
and falling two thousand feet into the valley of Nuanu, 
at the bottom of which the enchanter resided. Still 
determined to visit him or die in the attempt, she began 
to descend the perpendicular and dangerous Pele of 
Nuanu, and after much difficulty, now clinging to the 
branches of some friendly tree, and now sliding in 
various positions, she succeeded in reaching the source 
of the waterfall ; here she rested, almost overcome, a 
torrent of tears relieved her overpressed spirits, and she 
commenced again the arduous task of descending by the 
side of the foaming stream, over slippery rocks, and 
sharp craggy points ; her feet all torn, her heart almost 
broken, and her frame almost exhausted, her disordered 
vision distorted with tears, saw visions of darkness and 
despair springing from every rock, the murmuring of 
the trees as they were moved by the wind appeared like 
the voices of her foes imploring for her destruction. 
But still Kinau wended her way— yes, the tender yet 
powerful passion of love supported her, the passion of 
love in woman — -invincible love ! which has caused, as a 
great writer has observed, “ the change of empires, and 
