Cold cheer the rain on Ulu-ma-wao;
That lone steep faints away in the sky,
While Ocean pounds and breaks at its base—
The sea is the home of the gods.
I lay in a swoon from hunger
What time I awoke from love’s dream,
Love, salt with the brine of our tears.
Let us mingle our tears.
It was a question with Hiiaka whether to follow the Koolau or the Kona side of the island. The consideration that turned the scale in favor of the Koolau route was that thus she would have sight of a large number of aunts and uncles, members of the Pele family, whose ghosts still clung to the dead volcanic cones and headlands which stood as relics of their bygone activities, and where they eked out a miserable existence. The region was thickly strewn with these skeleton forms. Hiiaka first addressed herself to Maka-pu’u:
Noho ana Maka-pu’u i ka lae,