He has flown, like its smoke, to heaven.
’Tis there I must seek him!
“How absurd of you,” said Pele; “you were not sent on an expedition to heaven, but to bring a man who is here on earth. If you fly up to heaven, you will pass him by and leave him here below.”
Hiiaka and her faithful companion—Pau-o-pala’e—had gotten well away from the vast pit of Kilauea, with its fringe of steam-cracks and fumaroles that radiate from it like the stays of a spider-web, and they were nearing the borders of Pana-ewa, when Hiiaka’s quick ear caught the sound of a squealing pig. Her ready intuition furnished the right interpretation to this seemingly insignificant occurrence:
A loko au o Pana-ewa,
Halawai me ka pua’a
A Wahine-oma’o,
Me ka Malu-ko’i[3] i ka nahele,
E uwé ana i ka laau.