He awoke in fear,for he thought the tribe had caught him napping:but it was no such matter.Only,on the beach in front of him,the bodiless voices called and shouted one upon another,and it seemed they all passed and swept beside him up the coast of the island.
"What is afoot now?"thinks Keola.And it was plain to him it was something beyond ordinary,for the fires were not lighted nor the shells taken,but the bodiless voices kept posting up the beach,and hailing and dying away;and others following,and by the sound of them these wizards should be angry.
"It is not me they are angry at,"thought Keola,"for they pass me close."As when hounds go by,or horses in a race,or city folk coursing to a fire,and all men join and follow after,so it was now with Keola;and he knew not what he did,nor why he did it,but there,lo and behold!he was running with the voices.
So he turned one point of the island,and this brought him in view of a second;and there he remembered the wizard trees to have been growing by the score together in a wood.From this point there went up a hubbub of men crying not to be described;and by the sound of them,those that he ran with shaped their course for the same quarter.A little nearer,and there began to mingle with the outcry the crash of many axes.And at this a thought came at last into his mind that the high chief had consented;that the men of the tribe had set-to cutting down these trees;that word had gone about the isle from sorcerer to sorcerer,and these were all now assembling to defend their trees.Desire of strange things swept him on.He posted with the voices,crossed the beach,and came into the borders of the wood,and stood astonished.One tree had fallen,others were part hewed away.There was the tribe clustered.They were back to back,and bodies lay,and blood flowed among their feet.The hue of fear was on all their faces;their voices went up to heaven shrill as a weasel's cry.
Have you seen a child when he is all alone and has a wooden sword,and fights,leaping and hewing with the empty air?Even so the man-eaters huddled back to back,and heaved up their axes,and laid on,and screamed as they laid on,and behold!no man to contend with them!only here and there Keola saw an axe swinging over against them without hands;and time and again a man of the tribe would fall before it,clove in twain or burst asunder,and his soul sped howling.
For awhile Keola looked upon this prodigy like one that dreams,and then fear took him by the midst as sharp as death,that he should behold such doings.Even in that same flash the high chief of the clan espied him standing,and pointed and called out his name.
Thereat the whole tribe saw him also,and their eyes flashed,and their teeth clashed.
"I am too long here,"thought Keola,and ran further out of the wood and down the beach,not caring whither.
"Keola!"said,a voice close by upon the empty sand.
"Lehua!is that you?"he cried,and gasped,and looked in vain for her;but by the eyesight he was stark alone.
"I saw you pass before,"the voice answered:"but you would not hear me.Quick!get the leaves and the herbs,and let us free.""You are there with the mat?"he asked.
"Here,at your side;"said she.And he felt her arms about him.
"Quick!the leaves and the herbs,before my father can get back!"So Keola ran for his life,and fetched the wizard fuel;and Lehua guided him back,and set his feet upon the mat,and made the fire.
All the time of its burning,the sound of the battle towered out of the wood;the wizards and the man-eaters hard at fight;the wizards,the viewless ones,roaring out aloud like bulls upon a mountain,and the men of the tribe replying shrill and savage out of the terror of their souls.And all the time of the burning,Keola stood there and listened,and shook,and watched how the unseen hands of Lehua poured the leaves.She poured them fast,and the flame burned high,and scorched Keola's hands;and she speeded and blew the burning with her breath.The last leaf was eaten,the flame fell,and the shock followed,and there were Keola and Lehua in the room at home.
Now,when Keola could see his wife at last he was mighty pleased,and he was mighty pleased to be home again in Molokai and sit down beside a bowl of poi -for they make no poi on board ships,and there was none in the Isle of Voices -and he was out of the body with pleasure to be clean escaped out of the hands of the eaters of men.But there was another matter not so clear,and Lehua and Keola talked of it all night and were troubled.There was Kalamake left upon the isle.If,by the blessing of God,he could but stick there,all were well;but should he escape and return to Molokai,it would be an ill day for his daughter and her husband.They spoke of his gift of swelling,and whether he could wade that distance in the seas.But Keola knew by this time where that island was -and that is to say,in the Low or Dangerous Archipelago.So they fetched the atlas and looked upon the distance in the map,and by what they could make of it,it seemed a far way for an old gentleman to walk.Still,it would not do to make too sure of a warlock like Kalamake,and they determined at last to take counsel of a white missionary.
So the first one that came by,Keola told him everything.And the missionary was very sharp on him for taking the second wife in the low island;but for all the rest,he vowed he could make neither head nor tail of it.
"However,"says he,"if you think this money of your father's ill gotten,my advice to you would be,give some of it to the lepers and some to the missionary fund.And as for this extraordinary rigmarole,you cannot do better than keep it to yourselves."But he warned the police at Honolulu that,by all he could make out,Kalamake and Keola had been coining false money,and it would not be amiss to watch them.
Keola and Lehua took his advice,and gave many dollars to the lepers and the fund.And no doubt the advice must have been good,for from that day to this,Kalamake has never more been heard of.
But whether he was slain in the battle by the trees,or whether he is still kicking his heels upon the Isle of Voices,who shall say?
Footnotes:
(1)Please pronounce PAPPA throughout.
(2)Alas!
(3)Aeolian.
(4)Yes.
(5)Leprosy.
(6)Whites.
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