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[Found under: “Ka Moolelo Kaao o Hiiaka-i-ka-Poli-o-Pele”]
Then Hiiaka replied, “If you really want to go with the two of us, you can take your young pig. There is but a short distance before you reach the crater. The crater is right there upland. You will find us in no time.”
“It is a tribute, like an uku, a fish from Kahoolawe,” replied Wahineomao, continuing on, “But there is one problem. Maybe when I get back, I will not find the two of you.”
“No. You will find us,” answered Hiiaka. “And when you are making the climb, say o ku o ka, o ku o ka, and keep doing that until you reach the crater. Continue reading →
Duck-Shooting on Oahu.—For a country where the occupation of the sportsman is so little followed as here, those who do occasionally spend a day in its pursuit are amply rewarded by the sight of the many beauties of nature of our island. The wild duck is peculiar in its habits, and loves to haunt the lonely solitudes of the mountain fastnesses during the daytime, coming down at night to visit the streams, the taro-patches and the sea-shore for food. One of these noted haunts of the wild duck, which is very seldom visited and never has been described in print, lies far up in the bosom of the mountains, at the head of Palolo valley. Continue reading →
IT IS PERHAPS WELL THAT WE TALK here about Eleio, the caretaker of Kakaalaneo, one of the Alii of Maui, and thereafter, talk about Kaululaau, the actual son of Kakaalaneo and Kelekeleiokaula, a female alii of Hawaii, the daughter sister of Kaleihaohia, an alii of Hawaii. Continue reading →
THE FIERCE ONE AND
HILO HANAKAHI A THE
FAMOUS ISLAND OF
MOKUOLA, JUTTING OUT IN THE SEA
(An Old Story of Hawaii Nui Kuauli)
The writer of the moolelo needs to explain first about some things people say about this famous Moolelo of the old days of Hawaii nei so that all sorts of thoughts will not well up in our readers of this moolelo. According to the beliefs of some who memorized this Moolelo of Kepakailiula, he was born in Kaakea, Waipio, and below that famed valley of “Beautiful Waipio where the cliffs face each other,” is where he was raised as a favorite. Continue reading →
Mamuli o ke kono ana mai a ka lehulehu e hoopuka i Kaao a moolelo Hawaii a haole ma ko kakou nupepa, a no ka mea hoi, no ka lehulehu ka nupepa, nolaila, ua ae aku makou e hoopukaia ke Kaao Hawaii malalo iho nei. Aka, ke noi nei makou, o na olelo maalea a me na olelo hoomanamana o ka wa kahiko, aole no ia he mea na kakou e manaoio aku ai; he hoike ana ia i ke ano hupo loa o ko kakou lahui i kela wa. O na hewa a me na olelo pelapela, e kapae loa aku ka haku Kaao ia mea mai kona kakau ana mai. Continue reading →
[Found under: “HE MOOOLELO NO HIIAKAIKAPOLIOPELE. Helu 1.”]
Hiiakaikapoliopele looks at her elder sisters who hang their heads down, they being the ones who were sent to fetch the man; they are the ones who hang their heads, and Hiiakaikapoliopele chants out thus:
Kaumualii built several large houses for Kaahumanu at Papaenaena. When Kaahumanu was staying on Kauai. A great desire grew within her to search for Nihoa, a land that was not known to the new generations. But Nihoa was found in the stories and the mele of the ole people. When Kaahumanu heard the chant of Kaweloamahunaalii. Continue reading →
ONE day Kaahupahau and her brother Kahiuka wandered away from their grass-thatched cottage, on the banks of the beautiful Ewa Lagoon, on the Hawaiian Island of Maui. The long afternoon passed without causing any worry to their father or mother. But when dusk fell on the long swells of the Pacific ocean and neither of the children had returned for their evening meal of poi and plantains, the parents became alarmed. Continue reading →