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The Review of Reviews. 



April to, 1906. 



Tuho^ Land the cult of the " Ringa-tu " is honoured 

 with voice and gesture as of old, and the sign of 

 the upraised hand. 



Pra\ers over, more speeches of greeting, and more 

 songs, and now and then a barbaric //<j^a-dance, as 

 the speakers wrought upon the feelings of their 

 listeners. One patriarchal tattooed chief was poeti- 

 cally metaphorical — as all good Maori orators are — 

 in his address to the wandering pakeltas. 



" Come," he cried, as he threw off his upper gar- 

 ment and grasped his spear-headed wooden halbert, 

 ■ come to us ! Haere-mai, haere-mai ! Come to the 

 remnant of the Children of the Rocks, the oflFspring 

 of Rangi and Papa, of Heaven and Earth ! Welcome 

 to the Wao-nui-a-Tane (the Great Forest of Tane), 

 which encompasses Tuhoe ! For Tane, too, is our 

 ancestor, the God of the Forest Trees, from him 

 we came, and to him and to Papa our earth-mother 

 we return ! Come to us, for it is well you should 

 see our faces before we pass away into the all-swal- 

 lowing Night — the Night from which we shall re- 

 turn no more ! And know you that of old we Maori 

 entered into reverence into these regions of Tane. 

 In this valley there are sacred places before which 

 strangers cast offerings and made obeisance to the 

 spirit of the land as they uttered the incantation of 

 the ' Uru-uru-whenua ': — 



A new sk.v is oyer my head. 



A uew earth beneath my feet. 



A new land — a home for me. 



O spirit of the earth I 



Feed thou upon the heart of the stranger. 



■• But perhaps you pakdias don't believe in the 

 right of the Uru-uru-whenua ! Well, it is the olden 

 faith of the Maori — and. after all, the ancient ways 

 were the best for the Maori, for it was not until 

 the white man came that our race began to decay." 



Then songs again and savage old choruses, and 

 tales ancient and modern, broadly-humorous love- 

 narratives, and warlike exploits without end. Folk- 

 stories of the forest lands, of the lofty wooded 

 Huiarau range which we were to traverse next day 

 on our tramp across the mountain to the many-armed 

 Lake Waikaremoana ; of wonderful fetish-trees and 

 tribal spooks and banshees : of the sacred peak 

 Maunga-pohatu, which enshrouded itself in dense 

 mists whenever a booted foot attempted to tread its 

 fastnesses. Tales of Te Kooti's hairbreadth escapes 

 from the Government forces who relentlessly chev- 

 vied him through these parts : of the storming of 

 Orangikawa fort, close by the village, and the daily 

 ambuscades which these tribesmen laid for the white 

 soldierv. And long after midnight, when we at last 

 attempted to compose ourselves to sleep on our mats, 

 an interminable centuries-old waiaia still droned 

 .iway in a shadowy corner of the meeting-house. 



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Why There Should Be No Strike. 



From the Etfininfj itaU, New York.) 



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An American sermon, with J. D. Rockefeller for the text.) 



* What shall it profit a man if he gaia the whole 

 world " 



(From the Minneapolis Journal ) 



