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XV. The Kaala and Kaaialii, a legend of Lanai

On the south-west shore of Lanai, where a piconua or sanctuary was, lie the remnants of Kaunolu, an old haiau or temple." It was a city famous as the home of the deities and a haven for those who escaped for their lifes; but it attracted its inhabitants mainly by the glory of its fishery, which teemed with the diverse marine flora and fauna of Hawaii.

This famous fishing-grounds was visited by the great Hawaiian emperor to control the depths when he subjugated them and the other islands. When the Kohala chieftain was thrown aside, who would love to toss the Mayka balls, spears or spears thrown at his sternum?

The warriors came to Kaunolu and the inhabitants of the island pushed themselves to the coast to worship the great chieftain and to lie at the foot of her ruler, as was their custom, the island's products: tartar, Yam, hala, coconut, helo, Banana and yams.

Beside this homage of the men, the laborers of the country, the ladies were filling the atmosphere with the cute smells of their flower sacrifices. Virgins were covered from top to toe with silk or wreath of Na-u, Lanai's own beautiful Jessamin - a unique species of Gardena whose mild flavour strains the wind, and takes you far away in search of the outback.

This garland was attached to the woven roof of the king's paki of the paki; it was placed on the neck of the young soldiers standing around the chieftain; and around his king's brow they wrapped a fragrant coronet of maill. Most luminous of the girly crowd who were standing before the dreaded Lord of the Islands was Kaala, or Little Scented, whose fifteen rays had just polished their lovely little browns with a mellow gold glow; and their large, round, delicate little faces did not yet know of withering fire.

Their necks andearms and their whole young bodies, not obscured by the lush vegetation of Pa-u, were coloured with a smooth shine like a risen lunar. When young, mellow, amber-coloured cheek, shining with the purple flood underneath, are enveloped by the fragrant evergreen of the islands, you can see the poetry of our kind and the cute, savage mercy that lived in Paradise Eden.

Cute Kaala was helpless as the playfully breezy wind rushed the long blade of the la-i (dracæna) sheets and hung like a bunch of verdant sabers at their waists; and as they whirled and flapped in the sky, the smooth, round shape was revealing itself, whose charms fulfilled the eyes and hearts of the one who was among the warriors of the great chieftain - the courageous young Kaaialii warrior's horses.

These youths had been fighting in the Maunalei war, Lanai's last bloodthirsty war. He pushed the enemy to the top of a fearsome rock with his long javelin and mocked the screams of a squeezed group of people, shoving and screaming until they jumped like terrified flocks of feared lambs into the pine trees of the thick, darkness gulf and their ripped horses scattered the fissured bould.

Kaaialii, like many butchers of its kind, was beautiful to see. He had the lion's colour in the lion's breast. For he had the small, strong hands to choke or stroke, and fire for hatred or charity; and the flames of charity now kindled the face of the heroes of the blood jump, and to his great chieftain he said: O King of all islands, let this lovely bouquet be mine, and not the vale that you gay me for my kingdom.

" Kamehameha said: Thou shalt put the Lanai Jessamin in the river I gave thee in Kohala. Maunalei my spearman cannot be afraid; and you shall contend with him; and he whose arm can hold the maiden after the battle shall take her into his home, where a capa covers the two.

The Lanai girls adored the young Hawaiian chieftain. Though he had penetrated their nation, only the delicate arrows of his eye had sore them. When she turned to him, she saw her wild, fast, young flame and said: O Kaaialii, may your grasp be as sure as your push.

Rescue me from the bloodthirsty maiden devourer, and I will capture the octopus and defeat the captain for you all my time. The naked, undressed except for the mauve, were standing on the flat mussel bottom shrouded in the halamat, shooting out their fury of desire and bleeding with warm hatred's eye and stretching out their strangulating limbs.

Standing, they beat with thick hands their wide, shiny bronce chest and grinned face to face, they saw their wild desire to murder. Now, each pull close to everyone, with raised hands and spread hands with stringy game, like nervous talons trying to cling or grasp, they are looking for a shot at'a fatal clinch. And now, each pull close to everyone, with raised hands and outstretched hands with stringy game, like nervous talons trying to cling or grasp, they are looking for a shot for'a fatal clinch. lyric.

And they praise the one who triumphs in quarrel and charity. Kala al rose with the girls, the delicate, watched over offerings of the king. Then they twisted their garlands, swung and set up their shiny branches; and fluttered their fists over their green coats, revealing their rounding.

It arouses the eye of men, and the heroes of the moment with blazing glances, springing and clutching their loves and weeping as they carry them away: I' m either hiding from the boss or I' m dying. "And so Opunui, Kaala's sire, cried. However, a violent hatred touched the hearts of Opunui.

And he said in his heart: I will conceal them in the ocean, and no one but the god of the fishies, and I will know where the eternal sound of the waves ripples over Kaala. "Now, in the morning, as the young woman with the red-brown cheek and the radiant dawns of the morning of love was standing in the door of her master's hut and her face sparkled with the glow of the bright light, her father rose in a modest figure and said, "My baby, your mum in Mahana is going to die.

My God, your blessings that you may see them again before his boat takes you to his great country. "Alas! " said the gentle kid, "since when is Kalani sick? I' ll give her this big, lovely little angel, whom my master has impaled; and when I have grated her hurting parts, she will be well again with the charity of her newborn.

Do you not, O Kaaialii; will you not let me go to give my mum one last hug, and I will be back before the lunar has crossed the cove twice", my darling flowers, how shall I be without you, even for today's solar walk? Because you are my breathing, and I will be panting and dying like a beached fishy without you.

KAAAIALII is a leader who has been fighting against men and shark; and he is not allowed to talk like a woman. He, too, is in love with his mum who is looking for him in the Kohala River and should he disown your mum, to look at her last face and the delicate parts that she has made him?

Go, my Kaala. However, your chieftain will be sitting and watching with a starving mind until you come into his hands again. Then Jessamin, a beautiful woman, turned her hands around his throat and laid her cheeks on his chest and said: O my chieftain who gives me my soul and my darling delight; your breathing is my breathing; your eye is my cutest vision; your chest is my only rest place; and when I go away, I will look all the way back to you and go back to you with a backward facing mind; but when I come back to you, I will have leaves to carry me to my master.

" "Yes, my own bird," Kaaialii said, "you must travel, but you must travel fast, both in your walking and in your comings. If you are gone, I will impale the delicate ohuahish, I will cook the cream potato and the bandana, and I will fill the cup with fresh waters to fill you, my dear, when you come, and you will nourish me with your affectionate smile.

He had a quiet eyes, but his closed mouth showed the work of a powerful and delicate soul of charity. Then he squeezed the little guy's little brow between the palm of his hand; he was kissing the sobs of his mouth again and again; he gave a big closure, close to close his mouth, and then he left quickly. When Kaala stumbled on the rocky mountain trail, she looked back on her way to take a look at him she liked, and she saw her chieftain on the top of the big cliff overlooking the seas.

When she was still walking and looking, he was still standing there; and when she descended into the great flood on the top of the mountain crest, she turned around and saw her last glance, but she saw her beloved-looking up. She stumbled with sincere hopes at the side of the whimsical Opunui.

"but we will get lost and return to the seaside. "of Kaumalapau cove. She' s got a big octopus for you. She' hit some tara and stuffed her cup of potatoe and would give you food again.

She' s not ill, but if I had told her that she was well, your master would not have let you go; but now you are on your way to have sex with your mom by the seaside. "She now dragged herself on with a doubtful mind. Silently and sorely she walked down the rocky road to the bank, and when she came to the coast, with nothing but the rock and the ocean, she said with a cracking heart: "Oh my dad, is the sharks my mum and I don't see my dear head?

"Your house will be in the ocean for a while, and the sharks will be your companion, but they won't hurt you. You go down where the ocean-god is living, and he will tell you that the cursed chieftain of the bloodied jump will not take away any of Lanai's sisters.

If Kaaialii has gone to Kohala, then the chieftain of Olowalu will come and "bring you back to earth", the ocean, a roaring of water and a powerful stream of salt and water from an outflowing cavern whose mouths were deeply beneath the fighting flood. He raises his combed, whitened ridge, and with a powerful, rapidly rustling volumetric of furious foaming ocean, he hits the estuary of the cavern; he pushes and grabs the dammed up breath inward, and now the taut bounces back the rammed ocean, breaking out with a murmur as the vast outlet of the ocean jumps up into the skies, and then comes curved down in a soft stream of silvery mist.

"And before I shall perish, the creeping shrimps shall crawl upon me and choose my wailing eye. With the lightness of a delphin he was moving down, and with his free wrist knocking back the salt water, he was moving along the seabed into the serrated pine trees of the seabed; and then he was swimming with a stiff tendon the wind-driven flood until he hit a sunny shore and then was standing inside the cavern, whose lips lie beneath the seabed. further to their feets, gave their bay faces a hideous whiteness.

Shrimp crawled over the wet and dropping rocks, and the hideously scorching moray gradually stretched out its serrated, wide-reaching pine to snatch the delicate legs that woke it from its terrible cave where the dreaded ocean gods sojourned. You shall enter again the fragrant valley of Palawai and twist your wreathed Jessamin wreath when you go with me to the chieftain's home in Olowalu and let your bloodied master see there with your loving eyes in the hands of another chieftain.

" "Never," cried the beloved of Kaaialii, "will I never encounter any other kind of affection than that of my own head. And if his arms will never pull me to his hearts again, let the king of eels wrap my throat and rip my cheek away, instead of someone else next to my dear master pressing my face.

Try not to escape the caves. You know that if you try to float through the fast moving canal, your feeble hands will rip against the rock. Until I call you and come back alive. "Then he stormed out into the foamy bay with powerful buffalo branches and soon entered the aeration.

Kaaialii was standing on the steep slope, looking at the mountain trail where his affection had gone long after its shape had been destroyed in the inner valleys. After a light nap on his mats and a walk on the bank that evening, he came at daybreak and again climbs up the rocks to see his charity come down the hills.

When he looked, he saw a green coat fluttering in the breeze, his little girl's body fluttering to cling to him; but as a curled forehead approached, his spirit fell to see that it wasn't his loving, but her girlfriend Ua (Rain) with some melancholy messages on her face.

The chieftain in need of affection meets the virgin with a hurry and eagerly questioning glance and shouts: "Why is Kaala lagging in the canyon? Did the prayers of Anaana's deaths strike her in the face and she lies on the grass of Mahana? "Kumoku; our Kaala has not been seen since then, and I am afraid she has suffered a destiny to frustrate your affection.

" "It was Kaala who dropped? My heart's been wasted! This wild chieftain, burning with confused passions, blows insanely into the sky and races up the rocky hillside; and with his powerful, young, wild forces he runs on without stopping and without losing his pace until he gets to the edge of the valleys, then he plunges down the hills.

As he walks, his body does not feel tense or breathlessness, and as he searches, he describes the deceptive father in front of him in the plane alone. "Opunui," he screams, "give me Kaala, or your world! Strong-faced, grey Canaka sees the face of the flames and his extended hands and does not stop to try the power of his own legs or to remain for any parsley, but rather flys over the river just on the way where the wild enthusiast came; and with anxiety to drive him, he holds himself far in front of his well-bubbled enemy.

Now Kaaialii is a deity; he walks with new, stringed members and pushes this fresh-footed racer of many races stiff. He' within a spear's length, he' stretching out his arm. A confused chieftain lying in the dirt cursing the idols and the holy Tabu. When she has put the celery of the pot in front of him, together with the enjoying, dried octopus, and he is full and again powerful, he will not listen to the request of chieftain or any of his good friend; not even the petting baits of Ua who likes him; but he says: "I go and look for Kaala; and if I do not find her, I die", the ground bloomed and shaved; and also along the tortuous river, until it arrives at its spring, a craggy rock yarda, a rocky cliff.

The wall of this precipitous, lofty cliff radiates a clear, fresh shower, a thousand dripping grooves of rock-filtered waters that jump off ferns and mosses and fill an ice-cold basin where our tired chieftain likes to quench his or her thirst. Now he continues to walk across the land of Paomai, through the forested valleys of the Kaiholena ravine and on through Kaunolu and Kalulu until he arrives at the main source of the holy Kealia named Waiakekua; and here he collected banana and oleberries; and when he stopped his appetite with the pleasurable savage fruits, he saw a white-haired Kaunolu preacher, who wore a calenda.

You tell me where she's hidden and I'll get you pigs and men for the god. But I know that you seek the cute flower of Palawai; and no one but her father has seen her place of rest; but I know that you seek in the woods and in the gorges and in this hill in vain. Here I am.

He' ll leave the bank if no one follows, and he'll sleep with the fishing deities, and you'll find your heart in a rocky south bank caves. "The chieftain is quickly turning his face back to the sea. Those uplands were silent, and no sound could be heared of the Palawai Bay Grashuetten, and the Mayan spheres and the gates of the Palawai bowl track remained unaffected because all the humans were on the banks of Kaunolu with the great chieftain; and Kaaialii thought that he alone had entered the floral path of the silent valleys the ravines and over the hill walls, and she was near the sorrowful, worn out chieftain when he arrived at the south bank.

There were hundreds of foot swims under him. Looking at the rocks of Kalulu to his right, he could not see a mark anywhere to tell him where his true passion was hidden. In front of his face it aroused other glances and mouths and cheeks and clamps of delicate hands.

Then he moaned and wept and struck his chest when he shouted: "Kaala! Oh Kaala! Are you sleeping with the fishing deities, or do I have to go with you to the mouth of the great shaz? Thinking of this dreadful eater of many of the island's affectionate children, the sorrowful heroes hid his face with his bare hand, looked with self-torment at the picture of his gentle young loves, crushed, bloodied and screeching, in the pines of the terrible Hawaiian Ocean Lord; and as he thought and awakened in his mind the recollections of his loves, he felt that he even had to search for them in their bloodied tomb in the depth.

on the bank his gaze rests on the spume of the Blashöhle near Kaumalapau. With his flaming eyeballs, he sees the contours of the cute shape that wrap around his heart with a tact. It sees, it thinks, it sees, - in the jump and game of the sunny sprays, its dear, its lost Kaala; and with warm footsteps it falls down to the water.

but he doesn't see Kaala. Thinking that he can hear a sound in his mind, he shouts: "Where are you, o Kaala? His moaning had mixed with the wailing of the savage seas, that he would return to the forests in the interior, where they would twist crowns and calm his legs and put his forehead on their knee; but he had jumped to his deaths, he no longer came up, and Ua moaned to Kaaialii; and when the chieftain no longer got up from the whipped and foamed ocean, she shouted: "Auwe ka make!

It saddened the king to learn of Ua's death of his young head. "O "O chieftain of heaven and all the islands; there, where Kaaialii has jumped, is the Opunui cavern, and since your valiant spearmen can watch the tortoise to its depths, he will see the entrance of the cavern, and in it, I believe, he will find his perished charity, Kaala, the flowers of Palawai.

I' ll help you pedal to Kaumalapau. That way she could get to the caves earlier than over the cliffs. The great chieftain who followed him also jumped into his fastest boat and helped, as was his habit, dipping his sword deeply into the rising flood and being confined from the front of the Kumoku, and as his sharp eyes looked through the deeps, he saw the doorways of the sea cavity into which the recharging head was doused.

Then, with light playing of his well knitted limb lifting the sucking and roaring of the ocean, he fired through the stream of the ravine; and soon he was standing on the sunny beach. He did not see at first, but his eyes immediately heard a sorrowful and pitiful groan - a cute, sorrowful groan for his starving eye, from the sound of her he was looking for.

There on the dark, damp, cold ground he could see his bloody, deathly loft. Clutching and calming quickly, he raised her up to carry her into the skies; but the moaning of his impoverished, feeble Kaala said to him that she would be choked as she crossed the ocean.

So when he sits down and holds her in his arm, she speaks weakly: "Oh, my chieftain, I can be killed now! And I was afraid the fishing goddesses would take me, and I should never see you again. I was bitten by eels and shrimps crawling all over me, and when I ventured to search the ocean for you, my feeble hands could not resist the flood; I was ripped against the pine trees of the cavern, and that and the god's fears wounded me so much that I had to part.

" "But not like this, my dear," said the weepy, miserable chieftain. "I' m with you now. I' ll give you the heat of my being. O my Kaala, lead my life. Come, be quiet, and if you can keep your breathing, I will take you back into the lovely mountain and into your valleys, where you shall twist crowns for me.

" With loving words and caress he tried to appease his affection. A weaker tone she said: "No, my chieftain, I will never twist a garland but only once more my hands around your throat. "And weakly clutching, she said in sorrowful, sobsome, powerless tones: "Aloha, my dear master!

" Then she breathes, groans and mumbles with loving breath, lying faint and faint for a while on her lover's chest, her hands hanging by her side. Suddenly she clamps his throat, and with her cheeks she clamps herself, she groans, she pants her last blows of charity and dies; and her sad, tattered corpse is lying flaccidly in the arm of the chieftain, drunk with affection.

When he screams in his misery, there are other sounds in the caves. "O "O king of the seas," Kaaialii said when he got up and left Kaala to the poor of Ua, "I have forgotten the flowers that you gay me; she is fractured and deceased, and I have no more happiness in being.

" "What!" Kamehameha said, "are you a chieftain and would throw away a girl's world? This is Ua who love you; she is young and gentle like Kaala. I want you to have everything you want from Lanai except the lands I gave you in Kohala. His great Palawai shall be yours; and you shall guard my fishery of Kaunolu and be the Lord of Lanai", more of my love for her and of my power in the search for her than ever before I have given you in war.

I' ve given her more of my heart than I have ever given to my mom, and more of my mind than I have ever given to my own being. Since I first saw her, her face was always in front of me; and her hot tits were my happiness and calmness; and now that they are freezing in my sight, I must go where her sound and loves have gone.

" While he was speaking, he bent down to cling to his affection, said a gentle goodbye to Ua, and then with a quick, powerful stroke, squashed in his forehead and brains with a ston. and Ua moaned about both of them. The king then ordered the two lover to sit side by side on a promontory of the cavern; and that they should be covered in tappas, which should be taken down through the ocean in narrow bamboo.

There were great laments about the chieftain and the maidservant who were lying in the caves: and so Ua moaned: "And where are you, O valiant chieftain? Oh, Mom, where is your boy now? Kohala will grieve, and the Lanai Valley will weep. He will putrefy the Chief's javelin in the cavern, and the maid's javelin will remain in place.

Oh Kaaialii, who will impale the usu? Oh Kaala, who will collect the Na-u? Do you want to eat the mossy food of the cavern and the snails on the water? Oh chieftain, o boyfriend, I would give you food, o chieftain, o boyfriend, I would give you peace. You love like the suntan and the sunflower, you live like the seafood and the waves, and now like the seed in a shell, you are sleeping in your den by the ocean.

Oh, I' m sorry, Chieftain! Oh my dear fellow, will you always stay in the den? "And so Ua lamented, and was then carried by her brethren to the sad shores of Kaunolu, where there were lamentations about the chieftain and the maidservant; and many were the lamentations for the two lover sleeping side by side in the pouring out Kaala den.