“And what do you want, Kumuhana?” Pool diverted to the old one, at the same time motioning to the little maid to flap flies from the other side of him. “Twelve dollars,” said Kumuhana. “I want to buy a Jackass and a second-hand saddle and bridle. I am growing too old for my legs to carry me in walking.” “You wait,” his _haole_ lord commanded. “I will talk with you about the matter, and about other things of importance, when I am finished with the rest and they are gone.” The withered old one nodded and proceeded to light his pipe. “The _kow-kow_ in the kitchen was good,” Iliiopoi resumed, licking his lips. “The _poi_ was one-finger, the pig fat, the salmon-belly unstinking, the fish of great freshness and plenty, though the _opihis_” (tiny, rock-clinging shell-fish) “had been salted and thereby made tough. Never should the _opihis_ be salted. Often have I told you, Kanaka Oolea, that _opihis_ should never be salted. I am full of good _kow-kow_. My belly is heavy with it. Yet is my heart not light of it because there is no _kow-kow_ in my own house, where is my wife, who is the aunt of your fourth son’s second wife, and where is my baby daughter, and my wife’s old mother, and my wife’s old mother’s feeding child that is a cripple, and my wife’s sister who lives likewise with us along with her three children, the father being dead of a wicked dropsy—” “Will five dollars save all of you from funerals for a day or several?” Pool testily cut the tale short. “Yes, Kanaka Oolea, and as well it will buy my wife a new comb and some tobacco for myself.” From a gold-sack drawn from the hip-pocket of his dungarees, Hardman Pool drew the gold piece and tossed it accurately into the waiting hand. To a bachelor who wanted six dollars for new leggings, tobacco, and spurs, three dollars were given; the same to another who needed a hat; and to a third, who modestly asked for two dollars, four were given with a flowery-worded compliment anent his prowess in roping a recent wild bull from the mountains. They knew, as a rule, that he cut their requisitions in half, therefore they doubled the size of their requisitions. And Hardman Pool knew they doubled, and smiled to himself. It was his way, and, further, it was a very good way with his multitudinous relatives, and did not reduce his stature in their esteem. “And you, Ahuhu?” he demanded of one whose name meant “poison-wood.” “And the price of a pair of dungarees,” Ahuhu concluded his list of needs. “I have ridden much and hard after your cattle, Kanaka Oolea, and where my dungarees have pressed against the seat of the saddle there is no seat to my dungarees. It is not well that it be said that a Kanaka Oolea cowboy, who is also a cousin of Kanaka Oolea’s wife’s half-sister, should be shamed to be seen out of the saddle save that he walks backward from all that behold him.”