"Goodness me! Only the other day, when our Promotion Committee, trying to compete with Honolulu for the tourist trade, called in the engineers to estimate what it would cost to build a scenic drive around the Iron-bound Coast, the lowest figures were a quarter of a million dollars a mile!
"And Ahuna and I, an old man and a young boy, started for that stern coast in a canoe paddled by old men! The youngest of them, the steersman, was over sixty, while the rest of them averaged seventy at the very least.There were eight of them, and we started in the night-time, so that none should see us go.Even these old ones, trusted all their lives, knew no more than the fringe of the secret.To the fringe, only, could they take us.
"And the fringe was--I don't mind telling that much--the fringe was Ponuloo Valley.We got there the third afternoon following.The old chaps weren't strong on the paddles.It was a funny expedition, into such wild waters, with now one and now another of our ancient-mariner crew collapsing and even fainting.One of them actually died on the second morning out.We buried him overside.It was positively uncanny, the heathen ceremonies those grey ones pulled off in burying their grey brother.And I was only fifteen, alii kapo over them by blood of heathenness and right of hereditary heathen rule, with a penchant for Jules Verne and shortly to sail for England for my education! So one learns.Small wonder my father was a philosopher, in his own lifetime spanning the history of man from human sacrifice and idol worship, through the religions of man's upward striving, to the Medusa of rank atheism at the end of it all.Small wonder that, like old Ecclesiastes, he found vanity in all things and surcease in sugar stocks, singing boys, and hula dancers."Prince Akuli debated with his soul for an interval.
"Oh, well," he sighed, "I have done some spanning of time myself." He sniffed disgustedly of the odour of the hala lei that stifled him."It stinks of the ancient." he vouchsafed."I? I stink of the modern.My father was right.The sweetest of all is sugar up a hundred points, or four aces in a poker game.If the Big War lasts another year, I shall clean up three-quarters of a million over a million.If peace breaks to-morrow, with the consequent slump, I could enumerate a hundred who will lose my direct bounty, and go into the old natives' homes my father and I long since endowed for them."He clapped his hands, and the old wahine tottered toward him in an excitement of haste to serve.She cringed before him, as he drew pad and pencil from his breast pocket.
"Each month, old woman of our old race," he addressed her, "will you receive, by rural free delivery, a piece of written paper that you can exchange with any storekeeper anywhere for ten dollars gold.This shall be so for as long as you live.Behold! I write the record and the remembrance of it, here and now, with this pencil on this paper.And this is because you are of my race and service, and because you have honouredme this day with your mats to sit upon and your thrice-blessed and thrice- delicious lei hala."He turned to me a weary and sceptical eye, saying:
"And if I die to-morrow, not alone will the lawyers contest my disposition of my property, but they will contest my benefactions and my pensions accorded, and the clarity of my mind.
"It was the right weather of the year; but even then, with our old weak ones at the paddles, we did not attempt the landing until we had assembled half the population of Ponuloo Valley down on the steep little beach.Then we counted our waves, selected the best one, and ran in on it.Of course, the canoe was swamped and the outrigger smashed, but the ones on shore dragged us up unharmed beyond the wash.
"Ahuna gave his orders.In the night-time all must remain within their houses, and the dogs be tied up and have their jaws bound so that there should be no barking.And in the night-time Ahuna and I stole out on our journey, no one knowing whether we went to the right or left or up the valley toward its head.We carried jerky, and hard poi and dried aku, and from the quantity of the food I knew we were to be gone several days.Such a trail! A Jacob's ladder to the sky, truly, for that first pali" (precipice), "almost straight up, was three thousand feet above the sea.And we did it in the dark!
"At the top, beyond the sight of the valley we had left, we slept until daylight on the hard rock in a hollow nook Ahuna knew, and that was so small that we were squeezed.And the old fellow, for fear that I might move in the heavy restlessness of lad's sleep, lay on the outside with one arm resting across me.At daybreak, I saw why.Between us and the lip of the cliff scarcely a yard intervened.I crawled to the lip and looked, watching the abyss take on immensity in the growing light and trembling from the fear of height that was upon me.At last I made out the sea, over half a mile straight beneath.And we had done this thing in the dark!
"Down in the next valley, which was a very tiny one, we found evidence of the ancient population, but there were no people.The only way was the crazy foot-paths up and down the dizzy valley walls from valley to valley.But lean and aged as Ahuna was, he seemed untirable.
In the second valley dwelt an old leper in hiding.He did not know me, and when Ahuna told him who I was, he grovelled at my feet, almost clasping them, and mumbled a mele of all my line out of a lipless mouth.
