"Anapuni was nearest.But she looked at me.Have you ever heard a call, Kanaka Oolea, that is without sound yet is louder than the conches of God? So called she to me across that circle of the drinking.I half arose, for I was not yet full drunken; but Anapuni's arm caught her and drew her, and I sank back on my elbow and watched and raged.He was for making her sit beside him, and I waited.Did she sit, and, next, dance with him, I knew that ere morning Anapuni would be a dead man, choked and drowned by me in the shallow surf.
"Strange, is it not, Kanaka Oolea, all this heat called 'love'? Yet it is not strange.It must be so in the time of one's youth, else would mankind not go on.""That is why the desire of woman must be greater than the desire of life," Pool concurred."Else would there be neither men nor women.""Yes," said Kumuhana."But it is many a year now since the last of such heat has gone out of me.I remember it as one remembers an old sunrise--a thing that was.And so one grows old, and cold, and drinks gin, not for madness, but for warmth.And the milk is very nourishing.
"But Malia did not sit beside him.I remember her eyes were wild, her hair down and flying, as she bent over him and whispered in his ear.And her hair covered him about and hid him as she whispered, and the sight of it pounded my heart against my ribs and dizzied my head till scarcely could I half-see.And I willed myself with all the will of me that if, in short minutes, she did not come over to me, I would go across the circle and get her.
"It was one of the things never to be.You remember Chief Konukalani? Himself he strode up to the circle.His face was black with anger.He gripped Malia, not by the arm, but by the hair, and dragged her away behind him and was gone.Of that, even now, can I understand not the half.I, who was for slaying Anapuni because of her, raised neither hand nor voice of protest when Konukalani dragged her away by the hair--nor did Anapuni.Of course, we were common men,and he was a chief.That I know.But why should two common men, mad with desire of woman, with desire of woman stronger in them than desire of life, let any one chief, even the highest in the land, drag the woman away by the hair? Desiring her more than life, why should the two men fear to slay then and immediately the one chief? Here is something stronger than life, stronger than woman, but what is it? and why?""I will answer you," said Hardman Pool."It is so because most men are fools, and therefore must be taken care of by the few men who are wise.Such is the secret of chiefship.In all the world are chiefs over men.In all the world that has been have there ever been chiefs, who must say to the many fool men: 'Do this; do not do that.Work, and work as we tell you or your bellies will remain empty and you will perish.Obey the laws we set you or you will be beasts and without place in the world.You would not have been, save for the chiefs before you who ordered and regulated for your fathers.No seed of you will come after you, except that we order and regulate for you now.You must be peace- abiding, and decent, and blow your noses.You must be early to bed of nights, and up early in the morning to work if you would heave beds to sleep in and not roost in trees like the silly fowls.This is the season for the yam-planting and you must plant now.We say now, to-day, and not picnicking and hulaing to-day and yam-planting to-morrow or some other day of the many careless days.You must not kill one another, and you must leave your neighbours' wives alone.All this is life for you, because you think but one day at a time, while we, your chiefs, think for you all days and for days ahead.'""Like a cloud on the mountain-top that comes down and wraps about you and that you dimly see is a cloud, so is your wisdom to me, Kanaka Oolea," Kumuhana murmured."Yet is it sad that I should be born a common man and live all my days a common man.""That is because you were of yourself common," Hardman Pool assured him."When a man is born common, and is by nature uncommon, he rises up and overthrows the chiefs and makes himself chief over the chiefs.Why do you not run my ranch, with its many thousands of cattle,and shift the pastures by the rain-fall, and pick the bulls, and arrange the bargaining and the selling of the meat to the sailing ships and war vessels and the people who live in the Honolulu houses, and fight with lawyers, and help make laws, and even tell the King what is wise for him to do and what is dangerous? Why does not any man do this that I do? Any man of all the men who work for me, feed out of my hand, and let me do their thinking for them--me, who work harder than any of them, who eats no more than any of them, and who can sleep on no more than one lauhala mat at a time like any of them?""I am out of the cloud, Kanaka Oolea," said Kumuhana, with a visible brightening of countenance."More clearly do I see.All my long years have the aliis I was born under thought for me.Ever, when I was hungry, I came to them for food, as I come to your kitchen now.Many people eat in your kitchen, and the days of feasts when you slay fat steers for all of us are understandable.It is why I come to you this day, an old man whose labour of strength is not worth a shilling a week, and ask of you twelve dollars to buy a jackass and a second-hand saddle and bridle.It is why twice ten fool men of us, under these monkey-pods half an hour ago, asked of you a dollar or two, or four or five, or ten or twelve.We are the careless ones of the careless days who will not plant the yam in season if our alii does not compel us, who will not think one day for ourselves, and who, when we age to worthlessness, know that our alii will think kow-kow into our bellies and a grass thatch over our heads.
Hardman Pool bowed his appreciation, and urged:
