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 her long journey. Then the mother led with delight the wife of her youngest son to her house and cherished her. At night the mother stood up and said, “Oh, my sons, each of you was determined to get Roa as your wife, but I find that the prize has fallen to my youngest son.” The elder brothers came forward and looked at Roa, acknowledging her great beauty, and, being very angry at being deceived, they all went home and trounced their wives soundly for having tricked them.



 

Among the mountains nestles the lovely valley of Manoa. Verdant and fair are its glades, with a constant succession of soft showers so often falling that it has thence gained the name of the Valley of Rainbows. Tradition accounts for the beauty of this favoured spot by relating 