KEOLA was married with Lehua,daughter of Kalamake,the wise man of Molokai,and he kept his dwelling with the father of his wife.
There was no man more cunning than that prophet;he read the stars,he could divine by the bodies of the dead,and by the means of evil creatures:he could go alone into the highest parts of the mountain,into the region of the hobgoblins,and there he would lay snares to entrap the spirits of the ancient.
For this reason no man was more consulted in all the Kingdom of Hawaii.Prudent people bought,and sold,and married,and laid out their lives by his counsels;and the King had him twice to Kona to seek the treasures of Kamehameha.Neither was any man more feared:
of his enemies,some had dwindled in sickness by the virtue of his incantations,and some had been spirited away,the life and the clay both,so that folk looked in vain for so much as a bone of their bodies.It was rumoured that he had the art or the gift of the old heroes.Men had seen him at night upon the mountains,stepping from one cliff to the next;they had seen him walking in the high forest,and his head and shoulders were above the trees.
This Kalamake was a strange man to see.He was come of the best blood in Molokai and Maui,of a pure descent;and yet he was more white to look upon than any foreigner:his hair the colour of dry grass,and his eyes red and very blind,so that "Blind as Kalamake,that can see across to-morrow,"was a byword in the islands.
Of all these doings of his father-in-law,Keola knew a little by the common repute,a little more he suspected,and the rest he ignored.But there was one thing troubled him.Kalamake was a man that spared for nothing,whether to eat or to drink,or to wear;and for all he paid in bright new dollars."Bright as Kalamake's dollars,"was another saying in the Eight Isles.Yet he neither sold,nor planted,nor took hire -only now and then from his sorceries -and there was no source conceivable for so much silver coin.
It chanced one day Keola's wife was gone upon a visit to Kaunakakai,on the lee side of the island,and the men were forth at the sea-fishing.But Keola was an idle dog,and he lay in the verandah and watched the surf beat on the shore and the birds fly about the cliff.It was a chief thought with him always -the thought of the bright dollars.When he lay down to bed he would be wondering why they were so many,and when he woke at morn he would be wondering why they were all new;and the thing was never absent from his mind.But this day of all days he made sure in his heart of some discovery.For it seems he had observed the place where Kalamake kept his treasure,which was a lock-fast desk against the parlour wall,under the print of Kamehameha the Fifth,and a photograph of Queen Victoria with her crown;and it seems again that,no later than the night before,he found occasion to look in,and behold!the bag lay there empty.And this was the day of the steamer;he could see her smoke off Kalaupapa;and she must soon arrive with a month's goods,tinned salmon and gin,and all manner of rare luxuries for Kalamake.
"Now if he can pay for his goods to-day,"Keola thought,"I shall know for certain that the man is a warlock,and the dollars come out of the Devil's pocket."While he was so thinking,there was his father-in-law behind him,looking vexed.
"Is that the steamer?"he asked.
"Yes,"said Keola."She has but to call at Pelekunu,and then she will be here.""There is no help for it then,"returned Kalamake,"and I must take you in my confidence,Keola,for the lack of anyone better.Come here within the house."So they stepped together into the parlour,which was a very fine room,papered and hung with prints,and furnished with a rocking-chair,and a table and a sofa in the European style.There was a shelf of books besides,and a family Bible in the midst of the table,and the lock-fast writing desk against the wall;so that anyone could see it was the house of a man of substance.
Kalamake made Keola close the shutters of the windows,while he himself locked all the doors and set open the lid of the desk.
From this he brought forth a pair of necklaces hung with charms and shells,a bundle of dried herbs,and the dried leaves of trees,and a green branch of palm.
"What I am about,"said he,"is a thing beyond wonder.The men of old were wise;they wrought marvels,and this among the rest;but that was at night,in the dark,under the fit stars and in the desert.The same will I do here in my own house and under the plain eye of day."So saying,he put the bible under the cushion of the sofa so that it was all covered,brought out from the same place a mat of a wonderfully fine texture,and heaped the herbs and leaves on sand in a tin pan.And then he and Keola put on the necklaces and took their stand upon the opposite corners of the mat.
"The time comes,"said the warlock;"be not afraid."With that he set flame to the herbs,and began to mutter and wave the branch of palm.At first the light was dim because of the closed shutters;but the herbs caught strongly afire,and the flames beat upon Keola,and the room glowed with the burning;and next the smoke rose and made his head swim and his eyes darken,and the sound of Kalamake muttering ran in his ears.And suddenly,to the mat on which they were standing came a snatch or twitch,that seemed to be more swift than lightning.In the same wink the room was gone and the house,the breath all beaten from Keola's body.
Volumes of light rolled upon his eyes and head,and he found himself transported to a beach of the sea under a strong sun,with a great surf roaring:he and the warlock standing there on the same mat,speechless,gasping and grasping at one another,and passing their hands before their eyes.
"What was this?"cried Keola,who came to himself the first,because he was the younger."The pang of it was like death.""It matters not,"panted Kalamake."It is now done.""And,in the name of God,where are we?"cried Keola.
