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that is toothsome to eat;

       And all day long on the sea the jaws are crushing the meat,

      The steersman eats at the helm, the rowers munch at the oar,

       And at length, when their bellies are full, overboard with the store!”

       Now was the word made true, and soon as the bait was bare,

       All the pigs of Taiárapu raised their snouts in the air.

       Songs were recited, and kinship was counted, and tales were told

       How war had severed of late but peace had cemented of old

       The clans of the island. “To war,” said they, “now set we an end,

       And hie to the Námunu-úra even as a friend to a friend.”

       So judged, and a day was named; and soon as the morning broke,

       Canoes were thrust in the sea, and the houses emptied of folk.

       Strong blew the wind of the south, the wind that gathers the clan;

       Along all the line of the reef the clamorous surges ran;

       And the clouds were piled on the top of the island mountain-high,

       A mountain throned on a mountain. The fleet of canoes swept by

       In the midst, on the green lagoon, with a crew released from care,

       Sailing an even water, breathing a summer air,

       Cheered by a cloudless sun; and ever to left and right,

       Bursting surge on the reef, drenching storms on the height.

       So the folk of Vaiau sailed and were glad all day,

       Coasting the palm-tree cape and crossing the populous bay

       By all the towns of the Tevas; and still as they bowled along,

       Boat would answer to boat with jest and laughter and song,

      And the people of all the towns trooped to the sides of the sea,

       And gazed from under the hand or sprang aloft on the tree

       Hailing and cheering. Time failed them for more to do;

       The holiday village careened to the wind, and was gone from view

       Swift as a passing bird; and ever as onward it bore,

       Like the cry of the passing bird, bequeathed its song to the shore —

       Desirable laughter of maids and the cry of delight of the child.

       And the gazer, left behind, stared at the wake and smiled.

       By all the towns of the Tevas they went, and Pápara last,

       The home of the chief, the place of muster in war; and passed

       The march of the lands of the clan, to the lands of an alien folk.

       And there, from the dusk of the shoreside palms, a column of smoke

       Mounted and wavered and died in the gold of the setting sun,

       “Paea!” they cried. “It is Paea.” And so was the voyage done.

       In the early fall of the night Hiopa came to the shore,

       And beheld and counted the comers, and lo, they were forty score;

       The pelting feet of the babes that ran already and played,

       The clean-lipped smile of the boy, the slender breasts of the maid,

       And mighty limbs of women, stalwart mothers of men.

       The sires stood forth unabashed; but a little back from his ken

      Clustered the scarcely nubile, the lads and maids, in a ring,

       Fain of each other, afraid of themselves, aware of the king

       And aping behaviour, but clinging together with hands and eyes,

       With looks that were kind like kisses, and laughter tender as sighs.

       There, too, the grandsire stood, raising his silver crest,

       And the impotent hands of a suckling groped in his barren breast.

       The childhood of love, the pair well married, the innocent brood,

       The tale of the generations repeated and ever renewed —

       Hiopa beheld them together, all the ages of man,

       And a moment shook in his purpose.

       But these were the foes of his clan,

       And he trod upon pity, and came, and civilly greeted the king,

       And gravely entreated Rahéro; and for all that could fight or sing,

       And claimed a name in the land, had fitting phrases of praise:

       But with all who were well-descended he spoke of the ancient days.

       And “’Tis true,” said he, “that in Paea the victual rots on the ground;

       But, friends, your number is many; and pigs must be hunted and found,

       And the lads must troop to the mountains to bring the féis down,

       And around the bowls of the kava cluster the maids of the town.

       So, for tonight, sleep here; but king, common, and priest

       Tomorrow, in order due, shall sit with me in the feast.”

      Sleepless the livelong night, Hiopa’s followers toiled.

       The pigs screamed and were slaughtered; the spars of the guest-house oiled,

       The leaves spread on the floor. In many a mountain glen

       The moon drew shadows of trees on the naked bodies of men

       Plucking and bearing fruits; and in all the bounds of the town

       Red glowed the cocoanut fires, and were buried and trodden down.

       Thus did seven of the yottowas toil with their tale of the clan,

       But the eighth wrought with his lads, hid from the sight of man.

       In the deeps of the woods they laboured, piling the fuel high

       In fagots, the load of a man, fuel seasoned and dry,

       Thirsty to seize upon fire and apt to blurt into flame.

       And now was the day of the feast. The forests, as morning came,

       Tossed in the wind, and the peaks quaked in the blaze of the day —

       And the cocoanuts showered on the ground, rebounding and rolling away:

       A glorious morn for a feast, a famous wind for a fire.

       To the hall of feasting Hiopa led them, mother and sire

       And maid and babe in a tale, the whole of the holiday throng.

       Smiling they came, garlanded green, not dreaming of wrong;

       And for every three, a pig, tenderly cooked in the ground,

       Waited; and féi, the staff of life, heaped in a mound

       For each where he sat; — for each, bananas roasted and raw

       Piled with a bountiful hand, as for horses hay and straw

       Are stacked in a stable; and fish, the food of desire,

      And plentiful vessels of sauce, and breadfruit gilt in the fire; —

       And kava was common as water. Feasts have there been ere now,

       And many, but never a feast like that of the folk of Vaiau.

       All day long they ate with the resolute greed of brutes,

       And turned from the pigs to the fish, and again from the fish to the fruits,

       And emptied the vessels of sauce, and drank of the kava deep;

       Till the young lay stupid as stones, and the strongest nodded to sleep.

       Sleep that was mighty as death

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