“I will answer you,” said Hardman Pool. “It is so because most men are
fools, and therefore must be taken care of by the few men who are wise.
Such is the secret of chiefship. In all the world are chiefs over men.
In all the world that has been have there ever been chiefs, who must say
to the many fool men: ‘Do this; do not do that. Work, and work as we
tell you or your bellies will remain empty and you will perish. Obey the
laws we set you or you will be beasts and without place in the world.
You would not have been, save for the chiefs before you who ordered and
regulated for your fathers. No seed of you will come after you, except
that we order and regulate for you now. You must be peace-abiding, and
decent, and blow your noses. You must be early to bed of nights, and up
early in the morning to work if you would heave beds to sleep in and not
roost in trees like the silly fowls. This is the season for the
yam-planting and you must plant now. We say now, to-day, and not
picnicking and hulaing to-day and yam-planting to-morrow or some other
day of the many careless days. You must not kill one another, and you
must leave your neighbours’ wives alone. All this is life for you,
because you think but one day at a time, while we, your chiefs, think for
you all days and for days ahead.’”
“Like a cloud on the mountain-top that comes down and wraps about you and
that you dimly see is a cloud, so is your wisdom to me, Kanaka Oolea,”
Kumuhana murmured. “Yet is it sad that I should be born a common man and
live all my days a common man.”
“That is because you were of yourself common,” Hardman Pool assured him.
“When a man is born common, and is by nature uncommon, he rises up and
overthrows the chiefs and makes himself chief over the chiefs. Why do
you not run my ranch, with its many thousands of cattle, and shift the
pastures by the rain-fall, and pick the bulls, and arrange the bargaining
and the selling of the meat to the sailing ships and war vessels and the
people who live in the Honolulu houses, and fight with lawyers, and help
make laws, and even tell the King what is wise for him to do and what is
dangerous? Why does not any man do this that I do? Any man of all the
men who work for me, feed out of my hand, and let me do their thinking
for them—me, who work harder than any of them, who eats no more than any
of them, and who can sleep on no more than one _lauhala_ mat at a time
like any of them?”
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