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wards he took the form of a Piwakawaka, the fan-tailed 
fly-catcher, a very lively restless little bird, and flying 
straight to the canoe perched on the prow ; but as he be- 
gan twirling about, his brothers immediately recognized 
him; he then dropped his feathers one by one, and again 
resuming his proper form sat down in the canoe. His 
brothers said, don’t let us give him a bait for his hook ; 
Maui looked about and saw the root end of a flax leaf lying 
near him ; he cut it off as a bait for his hook, made from 
the jawbone of his grandfather, which he pulled from be- 
neath his mat ; he gave his nose a blow, and with the blood 
which came from it, saturated the lump of flax, which he tied 
on his hooki* and cast into the sea, paying out the line as 
he uttered this spell — 
Angi angi ki te wakarua, 
Angi angi ki te mawaki ; 
Taku aho ka tangi wiwi nei ; 
Taku aho ka tangi wawa ; 
Taku aho kai iria ka mate, 
Tu ana he wata mano wai. 
Manowa mai hoki, 
Te watu wiwia, 
Te watu rawea, 
Te watu ko ronga ta, 
Au ni ka wai atu 
Ki moana, ka wainga 
Waka nene a Maui 
Waka nene a-ka-tau, 
Blow gently from the wakarua, 
Blow gently from the mawaki ; 
My line let it pull straight ; 
My line let it pull strong ; 
My line, it is pulled, 
It has caught, 
It has come. 
The land is gained, 
The land is in the hand, 
The land long waited for, 
The boasting of Maui, 
His great land, 
For which he went to sea, 
His boasting, it is caught, 
He Hirihiringa mo te hutinga 
a te ao, 
A spell for the drawing up of the 
world. 
He let out all his line, and then there was a bite ; the 
hook caught something, which pulled very hard, the canoe 
heeled over, and was on the point of capsizing ; his bro- 
* Te pirita o te rangi te waka, tu-whawhakia o te rangi, te mata o te 
matau, nga kawae o Muriranga-whenua : i tona haeretanga i te moana, kai 
ponu tona hoa kua motokia-tona ihu muri iho ka puta mai he toto ka mea atu 
nga hoa o Maui kia tukua te ika, ka mea atu kei hea hoki ta Maui hoe ai i te 
wai ? 
