There is the water of Kane.

30 One question I put to you:
Where, where is the water of Kane?
Up on high is the water of Kane,
In the heavenly blue,
In the black piled cloud,
35 In the black-black cloud,
In the black-mottled sacred cloud of the gods;
There is the water of Kane.

One question I ask of you:
Where flows the water of Kane?
10 Deep in the ground, in the gushing spring,
In the ducts of Kane and Loa,
A well-spring of water, to quaff,
A water of magic power--
The water of life!
45 Life! O give us this life!
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XLII.--GENERAL REVIEW

In this preliminary excursion into the wilderness of Hawaiian
literature we have covered but a small part of the field; we
have reached no definite boundaries; followed no stream to
its fountain head; gained no high point of vantage, from
which to survey the whole. It was indeed outside the purpose
of this book to make a delimitation of the whole field of
Hawaiian literature and to mark out its relations to the
formulated thoughts of the world.

Certain provisional conclusions, however, are clearly
indicated: that this unwritten speech-literature is but a
peninsula, a semidetached, outlying division of the
Polynesian, with which it has much in common, the whole
running back through the same lines of ancestry to the people
of Asia. There still lurk in the subliminal consciousness of
the race, as it were, vague memories of things that long ago
passed from sight and knowledge. Such, for instance, was the
_mo'o_; a word that to the Hawaiian meant a nondescript
reptile, which his imagination vaguely pictured, sometimes as
a dragonlike monster belching fire like a chimera of
mythology, or swimming the ocean like a sea-serpent, or
multiplied into a manifold pestilential swarm infesting the
wilderness, conceived of as gifted with superhuman powers and
always as the malignant foe of mankind, Now the only Hawaiian
representatives of t