Northern California, Oregon, and the Sandwich Islands
Chapter 28
O Kaamalama! O Kalaumaki! Behold how they heap stones. Let us draw our canoes ashore; This is a day when the surf rolls high; The ocean swells, the sea perchance Portends another deluge. Piles of pebbles are collected; A heap of stones Has the Wailua become. This beautiful sandy country Is now full of pits like the bed of a torrent; And all Kauai Has filled it with rocks. A dance perchance brings hither This great multitude; Games or a race-- Games indeed. If I cast myself upon the surf, I am caught: you will go free. O Kaamalama, O Kalaumaki, Fled is the land Of Kauai!
The combat has commenced. The people of Kauai rain showers of stones upon the landing troops. Kawelo, buried beneath a heap of stones, but still alive, compares himself to a fish inclosed on all sides by nets, and then to the victims offered in sacrifices. He then begins his invocations to the gods.
PAHA AONO.
Puni ke ekule o kai Ua kaa i ka papau Ua komo i ka ulu o ka lawaia. Naha ke aa o ka upena, Ka hala i ka ulua. Mohaikea. Mau ia poai ia o ke kai uli. Halukuluku ka pohaku A Kauai me he ua la. Kolokolo mai ana ka huihui Ka maeele io'u lima, Na lima o Paikanaka. E Kane i ka pualena, E Ku lani ehu e, Kamakanaka! Na'u na Kawelo, Na ko lawaia.