The Legend of Ka Punahou
THE PUNAHOU SPRING
There was a dry time on Oʻahu. No rain fell, streams dried, and many springs ceased to flow. It was a hungry time, for gardens too were dry.In Mānoa Valley at the foot of Rocky Hill lived an old couple. This dry time was very hard for these old folks. Mūkākā, the husband, must walk far up the valley to get ti roots and ferns for food. Kealoha, his wife, must walk each day to Kamōʻiliʻili where a spring still flowed. There she must fill her water gourds and carry them up the long rough trail back to her home. One day the way seemed longer and harder than ever. Kealoha rested on a rock. "I can't go on!" she thought, "I can't carry the water all that way." But then she thought, "I must! We must have water." She rose and lifted her carrying pole. Wind swept about her, filling her eyes with dust. It almost blew her off her feet, yet she struggled on. When she reached home she found Mūkākā there before her preparing food. But Kealoha was too tired to eat. She lay upon her mats and cried with weariness. At last she slept and dreamed. In her dream a man stood beside her mats. "Why do you cry?" he asked her. "Because I am so weary," she replied. "Each day I walk to Kamōʻiliʻili and fill my water gourds. The trail is hot, dusty, and long. I am too tired!" "You need not go again," answered the man. "Close to your home, under the hala tree, there is a spring. There fill your gourds." The man was gone.