The shell called the likoliko so is the chief; 160.
They had one appearance, that of chiefs,
Four, five to one chief for them.
The charge is, be still, ’twas death to make a noise.
The heavens were awed, the island was silent,
Hawaii was under a kapu, he is the chief by acclamation; 165.
A rigid kapu, it shoots up and spreads abroad extensively.
The fine roots run deep, it is examined by Lono.
My yellow grass is Maheha.
The man indeed blackens the water, Kawelo himself.