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It seems certain that King Keawe usually resided at the bay of Hoonaunau, in Kona. It served also as a City of Refuge. The people of Ka'u are designated in the group under the name of Na Mamo a ke kipi The descendants of the rebellion. The province of Ka'u has always been regarded as a land fatal to chiefs. At the present day an inhabitant of Ka'u can be distinguished among other natives.
Pictures hung upon the wall in golden frames: pictures of ships, and men fighting, and of the most beautiful women, and of singular places; nowhere in the world are there pictures of so bright a colour as those Keawe found hanging in his house.
All the while Keawe was eating and talking, and planning the time of their return, and thanking her for saving him, and fondling her, and calling her the true helper after all. He laughed at the old man that was fool enough to buy that bottle. “A worthy old man he seemed,” Keawe said. “But no one can judge by appearances. For why did the old reprobate require the bottle?”
By and by Keawe came back, and would have her take a drive. "My husband, I am ill," she said. "I am out of heart. Excuse me, I can take no pleasure." Then was Keawe more wroth than ever. With her, because he thought she was brooding over the case of the old man; and with himself, because he thought she was right, and was ashamed to be so happy.
“Mean?” cried the boatswain. “This is a pretty good bottle, this is; that’s what I mean. How I got it for two centimes I can’t make out; but I’m sure you shan’t have it for one.” “You mean you won’t sell?” gasped Keawe. “No, sir!” cried the boatswain. “But I’ll give you a drink of the rum, if you like.” “I tell you,” said Keawe, “the man who has that bottle goes to hell.”
A third time he looked back, and turned a corner; but he had scarce done so, when something knocked upon his elbow, and behold! it was the long neck sticking up; and as for the round belly, it was jammed into the pocket of his pilot-coat. “And that looks like the truth,” said Keawe. The next thing he did was to buy a cork-screw in a shop, and go apart into a secret place in the fields.
"I do not know what I am to be condoled about," said Keawe. "Is it possible you have not heard," said the friend, "your uncle hat good old man is dead, and your cousin that beautiful boy was drowned at sea?" Keawe was filled with sorrow, and, beginning to weep and to lament, he forgot about the bottle.
The architect told them that the house was ready, and Keawe and Lopaka took a passage in the Hall, and went down Kona way to view the house, and see if all had been done fitly according to the thought that was in Keawe’s mind. Now the house stood on the mountain side, visible to ships.
Her may I never wed, her may I look upon no longer, her may I no more handle with my loving hand; and it is for this, it is for you, O Kokua! that I pour my lamentations!” Now you are to observe what sort of a man Keawe was, for he might have dwelt there in the Bright House for years, and no one been the wiser of his sickness; but he reckoned nothing of that, if he must lose Kokua.
Withinsides something obscurely moved, like a shadow and a fire. "This is the bottle," said the man; and when Keawe laughed, "You do not believe me?" he added. "Try, then, for yourself. See if you can break it." So Keawe took the bottle up and dashed it on the floor till he was weary; but it jumped on the floor like a child's ball, and was not injured. "This is a strange thing," said Keawe.
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