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Dominion, Volume 21, Issue 291, 8 September 1928, Page 10

The peat fires which raged on the Monayale and Roto-o-rangi swamps, between Te Awamutu and ■ Cambridge, last autumn, spreading over a considerable area and causing much damage, have, it is interesting to note, not completely died out, and a stiff breeze that prevailed the other week fanned the smouldering fires into activity again (says the Auckland "Star”). Little harm, however, appears likely at this time of the year. The Maoris are very punctilious about the honour of their tribe and ancestors. Apropos of this, an amusing incident is related by G. H. Browne in “Camp Fire Yarns of the Lost Legion.” An old woman Was planting potatoes and as she shoved each tuber into the ground she called it by the name of one of the principal living chiefs or dead heroes of an adjoining tribe. This led to the latter despatching an ultimatum that unless the potatoes were immediately destroyed they would wipe out in blood the insulting tribe. The reason was that when the potatoes became ready for the pot the old woman would be able to declare that she was not only devouring the living chiefs but was also feeding upon the defunct ones. The manufacturers of Dill's Best Tobacco have also shown punctilious honour in the preparing of Dill’s Best as “A mighty fine smoke,” ami they have for many years acted steadfastly to their pledge that “as belter tobacco is grown it will fine, its way into Dill’s best.”—Advt,