I swore I wouldn’t tell him it didn’t matter if he played melodic notes, discordant notes, or no notes at all, that just by swinging his flute-tip in the air his snakes would rise like fluent rope . . .

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E ‘ike ka hoku o ka nalu, o hoku ‘ula, o hoku lei

“Behold the stars of the waves, the red star, the wreath of stars.”

When the rising and setting stars are near the ocean horizon, they provide clues to direction.

[From a chant in the story of Paka’a and Kuapaka’a.]

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