sharp-toothed shark--another of the outer defences of Haupu--awaiting
them.

"Smite with thy rod," ordered Kana.

Niheu smote, and the shark died.

Next they came upon the great turtle, another defence of Haupu. Again
the sleepy Kana is aroused by the cry of the watchful Niheu, and
the turtle is slain by the stroke of the magic rod. All this was
during the night. At last, just as the edge of the morning lifted
itself from the deep, their mast became entangled in the branches of
the trees. Niheu flung upward a stone. It struck. The branches came
rattling down, and the mast was free. On they went till the canoes
gently stood still. On this, Niheu cried out, "Here you are, asleep
again, O Kana, and the canoes are aground!"

Kana felt beneath; there was no ground. He felt above; the mast
was entangled in weeds. He pulled, and the weeds and earth came down
together. The smell of the fresh-torn weeds was wafted up to Hale-huki,
the house where Kapeepeekauila lived. His people, on the top of Haupu,
looked down on the canoes floating at the foot. "Wondrous is the size
of the canoes!" they cried. "Ah! it is a load of _opihis_ (shell-fish)
from Hawaii for Hina," for that was a favorite dish with her.

Meantime, Kana despatched Niheu after his mother. "Go in friendly
fashion," said the former.

Niheu leaped ashore, but slipped and fell on the smooth rocks. Back
he went to the canoes.