HIWA - A Tale of Ancient Hawaii

In the gray twilight of that morning, centuries ago, Eaeakai paddled his fishing-canoe down the Waipio River and up the coast, straight to the Saw-Teeth of the Gods. In the early morning there was good fishing opposite those stupendous cliffs, and Eaeakai had taken to himself a buxom wahine (wife), who could not live on love alone any more than if she were a haole bride, but had to have her fish and poi.
The Waipio Valley lay among surroundings both lovely and grand. The valley itself, only ...