When they reached the cape of Kalae, the most southern point of the Hawaiian group, they were sent to seek the chief at the village of Mahana; but he had left for Paihaa, a village near Kaalualu, a little bay where the native vessels now anchor.
There, at last, they must find the tyrant.

Exasperated, dying of hunger, indignant at the cruel way in which the chief made sport of their pains, the bearers sat down on the grass and took counsel.

First they decided to eat up the food, without leaving any thing for the chief who entertained himself so strangely in fatiguing his people _( hooluhi howa_).

They moreover determined to carry to him, instead of kalo, bundles of stones.
The trial of Koihala is ended, his insupportable yoke is about to fall.
The determined conspirators, after satisfying their hunger, set off, and soon arrived, with humble mien, in the presence of the chief, between Paihau and Kaalualu.

"Prince," said they, "here are your servants with provisions." They humbly laid at his feet their bundles wrapped in la'i.
The wrappers were opened, and the scene changes.