"He with his music druggery! It was his father, the old savage, who was entertained on board a French frigate, and for the first time heard an orchestra.When the little concert was over, the captain, to find which piece he liked best, asked which piece he'd like repeated.Well, when grandfather got done describing, what piece do you think it was?"I gave up, while the Prince lighted a fresh cigarette.
"Why, it was the first one, of course.Not the real first one, but the tuning up that preceded it."I nodded, with eyes and face mirthful of appreciation, and Prince Akuli, with another apprehensive glance at the old wahine and her half-made hala lei, returned to his tale of the bones of his ancestors.
"It was somewhere around this stage of the game that old Ahuna gave in to Hiwilani.He didn't exactly give in.He compromised.That's where I come in.If he would bring her the bones of her mother, and of her grandfather (who was the father of Kaaukuu, and who by tradition was rumoured to have been even bigger than his giant son, she would return to Ahuna the bait of his hair she was praying him to death with.He, on the other hand, stipulated that he was not to reveal to her the secret burial- place of all the alii of Lakanaii all the way back.Nevertheless, he wastoo old to dare the adventure alone, must be helped by some one who of necessity would come to know the secret, and I was that one.I was the highest alii, beside my father and mother, and they were no higher than I.
"So I came upon the scene, being summoned into the twilight room to confront those two dubious old ones who dealt with the dead.They were a pair--mother fat to despair of helplessness, Ahuna thin as a skeleton and as fragile.Of her one had the impression that if she lay down on her back she could not roll over without the aid of block-and-tackle; of Ahuna one's impression was that the tooth- pickedness of him would shatter to splinters if one bumped into him.
"And when they had broached the matter, there was more pilikia" (trouble)."My father's attitude stiffened my resolution.I refused to go on the bone-snatching expedition.I said I didn't care a whoop for the bones of all the aliis of my family and race.You see, I had just discovered Jules Verne, loaned me by old Howard, and was reading my head off.Bones? When there were North Poles, and Centres of Earths, and hairy comets to ride across space among the stars! Of course I didn't want to go on any bone- snatching expedition.I said my father was able-bodied, and he could go, splitting equally with her whatever bones he brought back.But she said he was only a blamed collector--or words to that effect, only stronger.
"'I know him,' she assured me.'He'd bet his mother's bones on a horse-race or an ace-full.'
"I stood with fat her when it came to modern scepticism, and I told her the whole thing was rubbish.'Bones?' I said.'What are bones? Even field mice, and many rats, and cockroaches have bones, though the roaches wear their bones outside their meat instead of inside.The difference between man and other animals,' I told her, 'is not bones, but brain.Why, a bullock has bigger bones than a man, and more than one fish I've eaten has more bones, while a whale beats creation when it comes to bone.'
"It was frank talk, which is our Hawaiian way, as you have long since learned.In return, equally frank, she regretted she hadn't given me away as a feeding child when I was born.Next she bewailed that she had everborne me.From that it was only a step to anaana me.She threatened me with it, and I did the bravest thing I have ever done.Old Howard had given me a knife of many blades, and corkscrews, and screw-drivers, and all sorts of contrivances, including a tiny pair of scissors.I proceeded to pare my finger-nails.
"'There,' I said, as I put the parings into her hand.'Just to show you what I think of it.There's bait and to spare.Go on and anaana me if you can.'
"I have said it was brave.It was.I was only fifteen, and I had lived all my days in the thick of the mystery stuff, while my scepticism, very recently acquired, was only skin-deep.I could be a sceptic out in the open in the sunshine.But I was afraid of the dark.And in that twilight room, the bones of the dead all about me in the big jars, why, the old lady had me scared stiff.As we say to-day, she had my goat.Only I was brave and didn't let on.And I put my bluff across, for my mother flung the parings into my face and burst into tears.Tears in an elderly woman weighing three hundred and twenty pounds are scarcely impressive, and I hardened the brassiness of my bluff.
"She shifted her attack, and proceeded to talk with the dead.Nay, more, she summoned them there, and, though I was all ripe to see but couldn't, Ahuna saw the father of Kaaukuu in the corner and lay down on the floor and yammered.Just the same, although I almost saw the old giant, I didn't quite see him.
"'Let him talk for himself,' I said.But Hiwilani persisted in doing the talking for him, and in laying upon me his solemn injunction that I must go with Ahuna to the burial-place and bring back the bones desired by my mother.But I argued that if the dead ones could be invoked to kill living men by wasting sicknesses, and that if the dead ones could transport themselves from their burial- crypts into the corner of her room, I couldn't see why they shouldn't leave their bones behind them, there in her room and ready to be jarred, when they said good-bye and departed for the middle world, the over world, or the under world, or wherever they abided when they weren't paying social calls.
