They said it was an old battle ground.

All around everywhere, not three feet apart, the bleached bones of men gleamed white in the moonlight.

We picked up a lot of them for mementoes.

I got quite a number of arm bones and leg bones -- of great chiefs, may be, who had fought savagely in that fearful battle in the old days, when blood flowed like wine where we now stood--and wore the choicest of them out on Oahu afterward, trying to make him go.

All sorts of bones could be found except skulls; but a citizen said, irreverently, that there had been an unusual number of "skull-hunters" there lately--a species of sportsmen I had never heard of before.
Nothing whatever is known about this place--its story is a secret that will never be revealed.