A TALE OF TARANAKI.

Dominion, Volume 22, Issue 288, 31 August 1929, Page 26

A TALE OF TARANAKI.

If you look carefully at a map of the North Island of New Zealand you will see Mount Tongarlro near the shores of Lake Taupo. Nearby is another mountain, Pihanga. Well, long, long ago, so the Maoris say, there stood a third beautiful mountain, Taranaki, the brother of Tongariro, and these two fell in lore with the lovely maiden mountain Pihanga. Pihanga gave her love to Tongariro, and the two still stand together by the lake. But poor Taranaki has fled, for so great was his grief and anger, when his love was not returned, that he pulled himself , up from the spot where he stood and rushed wildly, without stopping, to the sea, forcing his way through the hills and forests, and inflicting a sore wound upon the earth. But soon from the side of Tongariro a wondrous river rushed forth, flowing through the country Taranaki had trod and healing .the earth’s wound. The river was > the beautiful Wanganui, and slightly north of where it enters the sea, Taranaki stands where at last he paused In his long, tiring journey. But though he is still known to the Maoris as Taranaki, we know him better as Mount Eginout, a mountain so perfect in shape as to be often compared with the wonderful peak of Japan, Fujiyama.—Sent by “Madame Pompadc*r” (aged 11 years).

Can you divide this crescent into six pieces with a dot on each piece, in only two cuts? ’