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Updated: June 24, 2025
I am dying to leave it.” “You will never leave it alive, my poor Keola,” said the girl; “for to tell you the truth, my people are eaters of men; but this they keep secret. And the reason they will kill you before we leave is because in our island ships come, and Donat-Kimaran comes and talks for the French, and there is a white trader there in a house with a verandah, and a catechist.
With that he set flame to the herbs, and began to mutter and wave the branch of palm. At first the light was dim because of the closed shutters; but the herbs caught strongly afire, and the flames beat upon Keola, and the room glowed with the burning; and next the smoke rose and made his head swim and his eyes darken, and the sound of Kalamake muttering ran in his ears.
Keola ran to the shutters; and there was the steamer tossing in the swell close in. The same night Kalamake took his son-in-law apart, and gave him five dollars in his hand. I am a man of few words, and I have for my helpers people of short memories.” Never a word more said Kalamake, nor referred again to that affair.
As when hounds go by, or horses in a race, or city folk coursing to a fire, and all men join and follow after, so it was now with Keola; and he knew not what he did, nor why he did it, but there, lo and behold! he was running with the voices.
The next day it was the same, and then his wife followed him. "Keola," she said, "if you do not eat, I tell you plainly you will be killed and cooked to-morrow. Some of the old chiefs are murmuring already. They think you are fallen sick and must lose flesh." With that Keola got to his feet, and anger burned in him. "It is little I care one way or the other," said he.
Now I begin to think I may have found an assistant and successor in my difficult business. A concertina? You shall have the best in Honolulu. And to-night, as soon as it is dark, you and I will go and find the money." "Shall we return to the beach?" asked Keola. "No, no!" replied Kalamake; "you must begin to learn more of my secrets.
The mate was told of it; he saw the boats preparing, because in that season the people leave that island and sail to the Isle of Voices; but he was a fool of a white man, who would believe no stories but his own, and he caught one of these fish, cooked it and ate it, and swelled up and died, which was good news to Keola.
Quick! get the leaves and the herbs, and let us free.” “You are there with the mat?” he asked. “Here, at your side;” said she. And he felt her arms about him. “Quick! the leaves and the herbs, before my father can get back!” So Keola ran for his life, and fetched the wizard fuel; and Lehua guided him back, and set his feet upon the mat, and made the fire.
"And beside it is Keola, slain ere his time and made into a spear-head for love of the woman whose shin-bone abides near to him. To them, those poor pathetic bones, I owe more than to aught else. I became possessed of them in the period of my culminating adolescence. I know they changed the entire course of my life and trend of my mind.
It was at this period when he kept the most close to the lagoon side, and as far as he dared, abode in the cover of his hut. The cause of the second period was talk he heard from his wife and the chief islanders. Keola himself said little.
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