OHINEMUTU 
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fastened him in her house quite securely, as she 
imagined, and then she went out hunting. While 
thus enjoying herself she heard the chirp of her little 
pet bird in her ear, “ Riro, riro,” it said, which meant 
“ Gone, gone.” Kurangituku dropped her spear and 
rushed back at a great rate to her house. Yes, 
Hatupatu was gone indeed, and looking up at a steep 
cliff the giantess beheld him scrambling over its top. 
After him she went, and the native guides will point 
you out the marks of her finger-nails on the rocks as 
she clawed and climbed up their surface in hot pursuit 
of Hatupatu. He, meantime, had run for dear life to 
a hiding place he knew, whence peeping out unwarily 
he was seen by the enraged giantess as she panted at 
the top of the cliff. She must have been sadly blown, 
for Hatupatu managed to keep ahead and gave her 
a fine chase across country to Ohinemutu, where he 
disappeared into a spring. Now this spring was 
surrounded by a thin crust of earth under which was 
a boiling pool, called Whakarewarewa. Hatupatu 
being light skipped safely across, but the giantess 
broke through and was boiled to death, to the grati- 
fication of her neighbours in general and of Hatupatu 
in particular. 
There were several dug-out canoes round the island 
with natives in them trawling for small fresh-water 
crayfish. We bought a kitful, and cooked some of 
them there and then over the steam of our boiler on 
board ; but our palates were not sufficiently educated to 
appreciate these delicacies, for we thought them very 
fishy. In a little wooden house, now carefully pro- 
tected, is a large stone idol, their god “ Matuatonga.” 
This was formerly used as a religious emblem, re- 
presenting the more sacred relic which the pilgrim 
fathers brought with them from the legendary Hawaiki, 
