I’d heard of Pele’s Hair but never seen any till, on a
visit a few months ago to the Museum of Natural History in Kensington, I came
across some in their Geological section. I was fascinated. But before I show you what it looks like, you need to
know the story – or one of the many stories! Pele is a volcano goddess
who inhabits the Halemaumau Crater of
Kilauea, the most active of the five volcanoes from which Hawaii is
formed. (The others are Mauna Kea, Mauna
Loa, Hualalai and Kohala.) According to the folklorist William D. Westervelt's 1916 book ‘Hawaiian Legends of Volcanoes’, the Hawaiians told how
Pele came from far away with her little sister Hiiaka, and drove out an older
volcano god, Ai-laau, to establish her home on Hawaii.
A story told to Westervelt in 1905 relates what happened when the young chiefs
of Kahuku met the fiery and voluptuous goddess.
It is a legend which explains the origin of a particular, ancient lava
flow from which ‘two symmetrical mounds
rise from the rugged splintered rocks. These are marked on the maps of the
large island as “Na Puu o Pele” – the hills of Pele’.
Kahuku, the land now under past
and present lava flows, was at one time luxuriant and beautiful. The sugar cane
and taro beds were bordered with flowers and shaded by trees. Two of the young village chieftains excelled
in the sports and athletic feats popular in those days. Wherever there was a
grassy hillside and steep enough slope, holua races were carried on. Holua were
very narrow sleds with long runners.
Maidens and
young men vied with each other in mad rushes over the holua courses. Usually
the body was thrown headlong on the sled as it was pushed over the brink of the
hill at the beginning of the slide. The
more courageous would kneel on the sled, while only the very skilful dared
stand upright during the swift descent.
Holua sled reproduction |
Pele,
goddess of fire and lightning, loved this sport and often appeared as a beautiful and athletic
princess. She came to Kahuku’s holua course, carrying her sled, and easily
surpassed all the women in grace and daring.
When the two handsome young chiefs saw her, they challenged her to race
with them, and soon began competing for her love. As the days passed, however,
they found her so capricious and hot-tempered that they began to suspect their
companion must be Pele herself, come from her home Halemaumau ('The continuing
house') of the volcano Kilauea on the other side of the island, able to wield
the terrible power of underworld fires wherever she went. The young men spoke privately about their
fears, and tried to draw away from their dangerous visitor. But Pele made it hard for them. She
continually called them to race with her.
Then the grass
began to die. The soil became warm and the heat intense. Small earthquakes
rippled the ground, and the surf crashed in violence on the shore. The two chiefs became afraid. Pele saw it,
and was overcome with anger. Her appearance changed. Her hair floated out in
tangled masses, her arms and limbs shone as if wrapped with fire. Her eyes
blazed like lightning and her breath poured forth in volumes of smoke. In
terror, the chiefs rushed towards the sea.
Pele struck
the ground with her feet. Again and again she stamped in anger, and earthquakes
swept the lands of Kahaku. Then the fiery flood burst from the underworld and
rushed down over Kahaku. Surfing the crest of the molten lava came Pele, her
fury flashing in great explosions above the flood. The two young chiefs tried to flee
northwards, but Pele hurled the fiercest torrents beyond them to turn them
back. Then they fled southwards, but again Pele forced them back upon their own
lands.
With the
molten lava at their heels they raced for the beach, hoping to leap into their
canoes and take to the sea. At top speed
Pele came after them, shrieking like a hurricane, tearing out her hair and
throwing it away in bunches. The floods of lava, obeying the commands of their
goddess, spread out all over the lands
of the two chiefs – who sped on, drawing nearer and nearer to the sea.
But Pele
leaped from the flowing lava and threw her burning arms around the nearest of
her former lovers. In a moment, his lifeless body was thrown to one side and
the lava piled up around it, while at Pele’s command a new gush of lava rose
from a fresh crater and swallowed all that was left.
As the other chief stood
petrified by fear and horror, Pele seized him too, and called for another
outburst of lava which rose rapidly around them. Thus the lovers of Pele died
and thus their tombs were made: to this day they are called the Hills of Pele
and are still to be seen as markers by the ocean side.
This is such a wonderful story, such an intense
personification of the fiery and unpredictable volcano! As for the moment when Pele rushes after the
two young chieftains, shrieking and tearing out her hair ‘in bunches’ – well, this is Pele’s Hair:
It looks exactly like
hair – like the wad of hair you might tease from an over-used hair-brush.
These tangled golden filaments are strands of volcanic glass. They are formed when drops of extremely hot, liquid lava – the
sort commonly produced by ‘shield volcanoes’ like those of Hawaii – are hurled
up in fountains and teased out by the wind into into hair-thin strands of basaltic glass – just
as when you stretch hot toffee into brittle strands! – light enough to float away and catch like straw
in treetops, fence-poles and telegraph wires. A marvel of nature spun by Hawaiian storytellers into the fiery hair of their terrifying, unpredictable goddess.
Picture credits
Pele the Volcano Goddess - Flikr/Ron Cogswell, via the website Learn Religions
Halemaumau Crater: Hawaii Volcano Observatory, USGS - http://hvo.wr.usgs.gov/kilauea/update/archive/2009/Jun/20090924_033_ft_L.jpg, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7911568
Holua sled: Reproduction
of a Hawaiian Holualoa sled, a sport involving sliding down lava rock
courses into the ocean. On display in the Keauhou museum. W Nowicki
Pele's lava entering the sea: Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=927352
Pele's Hair - Katherine Langrish; personal photos
What a fascinating myth! It's an interesting change from European mythology.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! (But not for the young chiefs.)
ReplyDeleteOhh.. I never knew this myth... such a beautiful tale.And the hair is an amazing nature's phenomena...
ReplyDeleteThankyou all! Since posting this, I've also learned of 'Pele's Tears' - tiny drops of black glass...
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