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Updated: June 24, 2025


As soon as the leaves caught, the sorcerer leaped like a deer out of the circle, and began to race along the beach like a hound that has been bathing. As he ran he kept stooping to snatch shells; and it seemed to Keola that they glittered as he took them.

And all the time of the burning, Keola stood there and listened, and shook, and watched how the unseen hands of Lehua poured the leaves. She poured them fast, and the flame burned high, and scorched Keola’s hands; and she speeded and blew the burning with her breath. The last leaf was eaten, the flame fell, and the shock followed, and there were Keola and Lehua in the room at home.

The leaves blazed with a clear flame that consumed them swiftly; and presently Keola had but a handful left, and the sorcerer was far off, running and stopping. “Back!” cried Keola. “Back! The leaves are near done.” At that Kalamake turned, and if he had run before, now he flew. But fast as he ran, the leaves burned faster.

And with that he began to grow afraid himself, and returned to Kalamake, bringing the leaves. Him he told what he had seen. "You must pay no heed," said Kalamake. "All this is like a dream and shadows. All will disappear and be forgotten." "It seemed none saw me," said Keola. "And none did," replied the sorcerer. "We walk here in the broad sun invisible by reason of these charms.

It was a fine starry night, the sea was smooth as well as the sky fair; it blew a steady trade; and there was the island on their weather bow, a ribbon of palm-trees lying flat along the sea. The captain and the mate looked at it with the night-glass, and named the name of it, and talked of it, beside the wheel where Keola was steering. It seemed it was an isle where no traders came.

“I am too long here,” thought Keola, and ran further out of the wood and down the beach, not caring whither. “Keola!” said, a voice close by upon the empty sand. “Lehua! is that you?” he cried, and gasped, and looked in vain for her; but by the eyesight he was stark alone. “I saw you pass before,” the voice answered: “but you would not hear me.

And the mate cursed him, and swore that Kanaka was for no use in the world, and if he got started after him with a belaying-pin, it would be a cold day for Keola. And so the captain and mate lay down on the house together, and Keola was left to himself. "This island will do very well for me," he thought; "if no traders deal there, the mate will never come.

That beach was thick as a cried fair, yet no man seen; and as he walked he saw the shells vanish before him, and no man to pick them up. I think the devil would have been afraid to be alone in such a company; but Keola was past fear and courted death. When the fires sprang up, he charged for them like a bull.

With that he changed his grasp upon the lantern, and, behold! as he drew his finger from the ring, the finger stuck and the ring was burst, and his hand was grown to be of the bigness of three. At that sight Keola screamed and covered his face. But Kalamake held up the lantern.

She was the wife of Akaiko, whose bones, now placed in your hands, much larger and male-like as you observe, held up the flesh of a large man, a three-hundred pounder seven- footer, three centuries agone. And this spear-head is made of the shin-bone of Keola, a mighty wrestler and runner of their own time and place. And he loved Laulani, and she fled with him.

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