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Show 123 excited him. He must nuench this feeling. He must return to the enemy pa and again look into the dark eyes of the beautiful wahine. Grandmother Wetekia x*ras gathering sticks of wood along the path leading to their pa. "My grandmother, might I sneak with you? My spirit is restless." "So restless that you left the fine food at the feast?" she asked, with a faint smile brushing her thin lips and a sparkle entering her eyes. "Do you know of the restlessness of which I sneak, e. kuia, old woman?" he asked x«"*.th resoect. "I think I know of your nroblem, although I am an old useless woman," she said, still smiling. "But first, sneak a little more that I may learn of it from you." He avoided her eves which seemed to see into the denths of his feeling. "On the night of our raid on the enemy tribe to the south of us," he began, "I beheld a maiden, or at least our eyes met briefly. Yet that moment lives on in my memory and seems to have much unexplained meaning. My life seems to have changed. My spirit has grown restless with a boundless |