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and, assuming her supernatural form, with these irre¬ 
sistible ministers of vengeance, she followed down the 
hill. When Kahavari reached the bottom of the hill, 
he arose, and, on looking behind, saw Pel6, accom¬ 
panied by thunder and lightning, earthquake, and 
streams of burning lava, closely pursuing him. He 
took up his broad spear, which he had stuck in the 
ground at the beginning of the game, and, accompanied 
by his friend, fled for his life. The musicians, dancers, 
and crowds of spectators, were instantly buried be¬ 
neath the fiery torrent, which bearing on its foremost 
wave the enraged goddess, continued to pursue Kaha¬ 
vari and his friend. They ran till they came to an 
eminence, called Buukea. Here Kahavari threw oft' 
his tuirai, cloak of netted ti leaves, and proceeded 
towards his house, which stood near the shore. He 
met his favourite hog Aroipuaa, saluted him by touch¬ 
ing noses, and ran to the house of his mother who lived 
at Kukii, saluted her by touching noses, and said, 
Aroha ino oe, eici ihonei paJia oe e make ai , ke ai mainei 
Pele: Compassion great to you, close here perhaps is 
your death ; Peld comes devouring.—-Leaving her, he 
met his wife, Kanakawahine. He saluted her. The 
burning torrent approached, and she said, “Stay with 
me here, and let us die together/’ He said, “No; I 
go, I go.” He then saluted his two children Paupouru 
and Kaohe, and said, Ke ue nei au ia orua, Ī grieve 
for you two. The lava rolled near, and he ran till a 
deep chasm arrested his progress. He laid down his 
spear, and on it walked safely over. His friend called 
out for his help ; he held out his spear over the chasm; 
his companion took hold of it, and he drew him se¬ 
curely over. By this time P616 was coming down the 
