you will find out in using it. Take it, but one day you must return it to me or bury it with my bones. Swear to me that you will do this.” Kaulu solemnly swore to do as the priest wished, and wrapping the spear point in the cloth went his way.
He soon had occasion to test the efficacy of the magic spear-head, which he had caused to be affixed to a suitable shaft. The demons which amused themselves killing fowls, blighting the taro plantations, and tearing the unripe bananas from their stems, soon found in Kaulu a relentless and unresting destroyer. The embankments and walls of the artificial fish-ponds were no longer disturbed, but one enemy—the worst of them all—the Moo, was still at large, and continually prevented the people from feeling secure. It was a favorite trick of the Moo to burrow like a mole beneath the ground on which a house stood, and then arching its back to upset the whole habitation. For a long time Kaulu pursued this goblin in vain, but at length managed to trace a circle round it with his talisman and the Moo became a prisoner; it could not pass the charmed line. Heaving up the earth it burrowed downward, till encountering a lake of fire it was again compelled to return to the surface, and promise that if liberated it
