our resting-place, and we shall love on till the stars die.

The meles tell of their love in the Pulou ravine, where they caught
the bright iiwi birds, and the scarlet apapani. Ah, what sweet joys
in the banana groves of Waiakeakua, where the lovers saw naught so
beautiful as themselves! But the "misty eyes" were soon to be made
dim by weeping, and dimmer, till the drowning brine should close
them forevermore.

Makakehau left his love one day in the cave of Malauea while he went
to the mountain spring to fill the water-gourds with sweet water. This
cavern yawns at the base of the overhanging bluff that overtops the
rock of Puupehe. The sea surges far within, but there is an inner
space which the expert swimmer can reach, and where Puupehe had often
rested and baked the _honu>_ or sea turtle, for her absent lover.

This was the season for the _kona_, the terrific storm that comes up
from the equator and hurls the ocean in increased volume upon the
southern shores of the Hawaiian Islands. Makakehau beheld from the
rock springs of Pulou the vanguard of a great kona,--scuds of rain
and thick mist, rushing with a howling wind, across the valley of
Palawai. He knew the storm would fill the cave with the sea and kill
his love. He flung aside his calabashes of water and ran down the
steep, then across the great valley and beyond its rim he rushed,
through the bufferings of the storm, with an agonized heart, down
the hill slope to the shore.

The sea was up indeed. The yeasty foam of mad surging waves whitened
the shore. The thundering buffet of the charging billows chorused with
the howl of the tempest. Ah! where should Misty Eyes find his love
in this blinding storm? A rushing mountain of sea filled the mouth
of Malauea, and the pent-up air hurled back the invading torrent
with bubbling roar, blowing forth great streams of spray. This was
a war of matter, a battle of the elements to thrill with pleasure
the hearts of strong men. But with one's love in the seething gulf
of the whirlpool, what would be to him the sublime cataract? What,
to see amid the boiling foam the upturned face, and the dear, tender
body of one's own and only poor dear love, all mangled? _You_ might
agonize on the brink; but Makakehau sprang into the dreadful pool
and snatched his murdered bride from the jaws of an ocean grave.

The next day, fishermen heard the lamentation of Makakehau, and the
women of the valley came down and wailed over Puupehe. T