where Hiku landed and at once repaired to the house where still lay
the body of his beloved. Kneeling by its side, he made a hole in the
great toe of the left foot, into which with great difficulty he forced
the reluctant spirit, and in spite of its desperate struggles he tied
up the wound so that it could not escape from the cold, clammy flesh
in which it was now imprisoned. Then he began to _lomilomi_, or rub
and chafe the foot, working the spirit further and further up the limb.

Gradually, as the heart was reached, the blood began once more to flow
through the body, the chest began gently to heave with the breath
of life, and soon the spirit gazed out through the eyes. Kawelu was
now restored to consciousness, and seeing her beloved Hiku bending
tenderly over her, she opened her lips and said: "How could you be
so cruel as to leave me?"

All remembrance of the Lua o Milu and of her meeting him there had
disappeared, and she took up the thread of consciousness just where she
had left it a few days before at death. Great joy filled the hearts of
the people of Holualoa as they welcomed back to their midst the fair
Kawelu and the hero, Hiku, from whom she was no more to be separated.

LOCATION OF THE LUA O MILU

In the myth of Hiku and Kawelu, the entrance to the Lua o Milu
is placed out to sea opposite Holualoa and a few miles south of
Kailua. But the more usual account of the natives is, that it was
situated at the mouth of the great valley of Waipio, in a place called
Keoni, where the sands have long since covered up and concealed from
view this passage from the upper to the nether world.

Every year, so it is told, the procession of ghosts called by the
natives _Oio_, marches in solemn state down the Mahiki road, and at
this point enters the Lua o Milu. A man, recently living in Waimea,
of the best reputation for veracity, stated that about thirty or more
years ago, he actually saw this ghostly company. He was walking up this
road in the evening, when he saw at a distance the _Oio_ appear, and
knowing that should they encounter him his death would be inevitable,
he discreetly hid himself behind a tree and, trembling with fear, gazed
in silence at the dread spectacle. There was Kamehameha, the conqueror,
with all his chiefs and warriors in military array, thousands of heroes
who had won renown in the olden time. Though all were silent as the
grave, they kept perfect step as they marched along, and passing