Maika, the half Indian, half Hawaiian, 1892–1893.

THE REMARKABLE ENTERTAINMENT

—ABOUT—

MAIKA

THE BOY THAT WAS

Half Indian and

Half Hawaiian.

THE FIRST MAN TO SHOOT THE BEAR GOD GREATLY FEARED BY THE INDIANS—AS WELL AS THE TERROR OF THE WHITE SKINS–AND THE MASSACRE OF THE THEATRICAL GROUP OF LEE.

When the first brown skins were first contracted on Whaling ships, a man named Akamai boarded and their ship left for the Arctic [Atika] where that kind of huge fish lives to this day, that being the Whale [Kohola].

When their ship was let go in fair winds, and in the middle of the night, while everyone was enjoying their sleep, there was one of them awake then, that being the man who was bent over the oar of that ark of theirs.

While he was crouched over the oar of their ark, that little ship of theirs came upon a storm, and all the gear was blown away by the wind and the masts were snapped and the oars were broken; and because of this storm they ran into, they couldn’t do a thing; all they could do was to sit calmly looking out for land or a ship to save their lives.

While they waited for their end, and when the rays of the sun burst forth, their souls were gladdened to see that they had landed on land; they jumped off to land, and wandered about here and there, and as they wandered around…

[And so begins the amazing story of the hapa Ilikini, hapa Hawaii, named Maika. It runs in the newspaper Leo o ka Lahui (a daily, Mondays to Fridays) from 11/21/1892, and the last installment is found on 6/12/1893.]

(Leo o ka Lahui, 11/21/1892, p. 1)

HE NANEA KAMAHAO NO MAIKA

Ka Leo o ka Lahui, Buke II, Helu 586, Aoao 1. Novemaba 21, 1892.

Hawaiians in the Pacific Northwest, 1865.

Travels From Washington Territory to Oregon.

O Kuokoa Newspaper; Aloha to you: We left Port Madison on the 11th of April. We went by sea aboard a single-masted ship. It took us over the deep seas for 45 miles until Steilacoom. There we stayed for a short period of two days, and in the morning of the 17th, we left that place. We walked the surface of the earth for 25 miles. And we reached Town (Olympia). We were welcomed by the haole of the hotels, and on the morning of the 18th, we left Town; we went aboard carriage [kaa-keiki ?] for 90 miles. Then we reached the Town (of Monticello). Midday of the 19th, the steamship awaited the arrival of the letter bag, and right after the letters were loaded, we boarded. The ship left the harbor and went for 57 miles on the Columbia River and we reached the Town (of Portland). We were entertained in the hotels and that is where we rested. In the morning of the 20th, some of our party went to tour the town, and we stayed that day; on the 21st, we boarded another steamship, and went for 12 miles until arriving here (Oregon City).  We met with the Hawaiian kamaaina of Komolewa [Vancouver], and were welcomed into their pleasant homes [interesting that the quote “Home” in the original]; and we learned of the death of a Hawaiian, W. Kauloa of Maui, and this is his story:

“In the evening of the 14th of December, 1864. While some of the sun was covered over by the dark billows of the sea. C. Kaanaana went along with W. Kauloa to the place of the Indian [Ilikini] to fetch their wives, and they stood outside of the door of the house. With no idea that the Indians within were inebriated. W. Kauloa entered the house, and the other stood outside; the Indian saw him enter, at which point he grabbed him and started to fight, and the Indian was close to being in trouble. The second Indian jumped in and grabbed him.

The one Indian that was doing the  fighting pulled out a knife and stabbed W. Kauloa, at which point he called out in a loud voice, “Hey, Kaanaana! Hey Kaanaana!! I am dying. A third Indian heard him call out, and went after Kaanaana and stabbed him with a knife. He ran quickly and jumped off a cliff. (It was 37 feet high from where he jumped from,) and he fell to the ground. He believed that he was saved, although his knee was scraped, along with his elbow.

He returned to their house and told Kahuelipi and Moku of what was described above. And because they could not go that night, they slept until morning of the 15th, and went to the place of the killing and asked the Indian, “Where is W. Kauloa,” at which the Indian replied, “We don’t know him.” They looked for the Indian who did the killing, and he wasn’t in the house. They thought he escaped. They searched all over, and could not find him; 5 days later, they heard from the Indians. We found that man dead, left in a beef barrel, carried by the water. It was 17 miles away from here and thought to be W. Kauloa.

And during time when we arrived, that Indian was confined in shackles. He was just tried and was let go; he is living freely until now. (Before we heard this story.)

There after, there arrived a letter from one of our friends of this foreign lands, living in Jacksonville; here is some of what the letter said: “You all wait their until the arrival of M. Kaauwaeaina them, and then make for Boise Miners, where they are digging for gold. Five dollars per eight days or ten, and so forth.” Therefore, we are awaiting their arrival here and will see what happens later.

Here are the names of those who came with me: D. Keomo, C. Mahoe, J. Kaluapana, J. Kanakaole, L. Lewa, M. J.,

G. B. Kahinano.

Oregon City, May 9, 1865.

(Kuokoa, 6/15/1865, p. 4)

No ka huakai-hele mai Wasinetona Teritoria a Oregona.

Ka Nupepa Kuokoa, Buke IV, Helu 24, Aoao 4. Iune 15, 1865.

William G. Kahuakaipia is killed in California, 1868.

Wiliama G. Kahuakaipia is Dead

Shot by an Indian with a Bow and Arrow at New Year’s Diggings, Mariposa County, California.

To the Heads of the Kuokoa; Our Aloha:—

We are sending you this new gift, and it is for you to place it in some open space of our Greatest Prize (the newspaper Kuokoa) so that the personal friends living in Manoa, Oahu, of the person mentioned above, may see, along with the story below of his death.

At 5:30 in the evening of Saturday, the 15th of September, we went to the shop of John Paremal, and as we got closer to the store, there was a group of Indians getting drunk; and we got to the store, and finished our food shopping, then we hung around for a few minutes; and as we looked around at the nice items in the shop, the sun left on its usual path and the stars were seen twinkling in the heavens. That was when we got ready to leave, carrying our good by hand and on our shoulders; and while we were enjoying our way back, an Indian met up with W. G. Kahuakaipia while he was a bit away from us, and a half gallon jug of alcohol was taken from his hand, and he went after that Indian, thinking to retrieve the half gallon jug. Right then, another Indian came out from the shop and drew back his bow and the [arrow] flew and struck the chest; “and Kahuakaipia pulled out the arrow breaking the stone head off within,” (the arrow entered six inches). That was when he spoke his last words, with sadness and aloha.

O You guys! I am dead. Hey you guys!! and when we heard this call by our friend, we didn’t believe it was true, for when we saw the Indian pull back his bow, we thought that he wouldn’t let the arrow fly, but no, the weapon of the Ignorant [Waawaaikinaaupo] youth flew swiftly and struck our friend. And when we approached to see him, he already lay there, his last breath gone with blood flowing profusely from the wound. Right then we went to look for the murderer in the store aided by the light of a lamp and we found him in a room hiding under a couch; he was pulling back his bow, thinking to shoot one of us. But he was not able to because he was grabbed by us and tied up with rope and thrown into a secured building which we guarded all night until day. And on the next night, the news reached those living at Kanaka Camp, Tuolumne County, and when the men and women had gathered by where the body lay, then L. H. Kapua stood and read some passages from the Holy Book about the dead one, and after his talk, he read Hymn 67 (Wide is the path to go down, Down to eternal death). And after the hymn was over and the glorification of God, we carried the coffin with the procession following behind, and let it down into the depths of the bowels of the earth.

After the body was gone, a coroner’s jury of six was chosen by Hon. J. McPherson so that this murder case would be resolved quickly. With the questioning of the witnesses of both sides, and after the presentations by both sides were finished, come to find out, the murderer was set free by the stupid jury without them considering the testimony of both sides.

And on the 17th of that same month, we went before the district judge of La Grange, Stanislaus County, and when we were speaking of and explaining what was done by the past jury in the crime of murder, the judge immediately sent an officer to arrest the murderer, and he was found 16 miles away from where he took the life of our friend, and was taken to the jail of Mariposa.

Then on the 27th of November, this murderer was retried by a jury before Hon. J. F. Jones Probate judge, the head judge of Mariposa County. When everyone was gathered in the courthouse, each witness for both sides stood one by one, and after they were done with their statements, then the lawyer for the murderer stood and did his job of twisting right into wrong and wrong into right; and when the eloquent speeches by the lawyers of both sides were completed, the judge stood up and read the law dealing with murder and instructed the jury to carefully consider the testimony by both sides, and when he was done the jury went into a room. After half an hour, everyone gathered again in the courthouse and the judge read the decision of the jury. The murdering Indian will be taken to the great prison of San Francisco where he will be incarcerated for 10 years with hard labor; and the court was adjourned.

The is what was done in the two trials. We are true witnesses of the deceased. With appreciation.

Hon. John L. Kalani,

J. H. Wahinealoha,

James Ma,

Moses Nahora, Secretary.

Kanaka Camp, Tuolumne County, California.

November 29, 1867.

[I am not sure if this Moses Nahora and the Moses Naehola of the earlier post are the same person or not…

And how awesome is this, Mariposa County History page has a sponsor!]

(Kuokoa, 2/1/1868, p. 4)

Make Wiliama G. Kahuakaipia

Ka Nupepa Kuokoa, Buke VII, Helu 6, Aoao 4. Feberuari 1, 1868.