After the ceremony, the tribal presents were offered by Pirini Mataiawhea. The Duke and Duchess bowed low, and the Duke thanked the Arawa warmly for their gifts. Strolling back between the lines of the warriors, Their Royal Highnesses found old Pokiha seated on a chair, his exertions having been too much for him. The veteran at once stood to attention, and was presented. In the course of conversation he handed over his bright sword of honour for the visitors to admire, and when the Duchess, in her kindly way, found fault with him for Pohika Taranui (Major Fox) coming out from his sickroom into the rigorous weather at his time of life, he proudly declared that his love for the Royal Family was so great he could not stay at home. No empty phrase this, for in a few weeks the loyal old soldier was dead. He, too, made his present to the Duke, an ancient, elaborately carved ‘toki’ (adze) with greenstone blade, handing it to the Royal visitor with stately grace. The Duke, who was wearing in his hat a huia feather presented to him on his arrival at Tama-te-Kapua, accepted the ‘toki’ with cordial thanks, and kept it in his hand, not putting it with the heap of presents made by the tribe. The Duke wore the feather and carried the ‘toki’ throughout the Rotorua celebrations, the Maoris greatly appreciating this respect for the badge of chieftainship and for the weapon of many traditions.

III. THE GREAT DISPLAY The brawny warriors were in full war costume, their own buff relieved by the ‘piupiu’ round the waist, white ‘toroa’ feathers in their hair — all but the Ngati-Porou, who were in their white, purple and black. Their arms were spears, ‘taiahas’, ‘koikois’, ‘tewhatewha’, and ‘meres’. The chiefs, in characteristic array of rich feather cloaks and huia plume, carrying their ancient weapons proudly, were the great martial figures of the pageant. In front of all, in the space between the pageantry and the stand, was seated the venerable figure of the veteran Pokiha Taranui wrapped warmly in rugs; on his shoulders a rich cloak of feathers, on which his full beard descended picturesquely, his head covered with a fur cap; at his side his great ‘taiaha’, ornamented with feathers and dogskin, his sword of honour in its red scabbard across his knees. On one side of him was the handsome model of Arawa canoe, which, with other gifts lying upon it, he was to present later on to the Duke, and on the other side stood his wife in rich feather mat and ‘piupiu’, with feathers in her hair. The ‘painful warrior famoused for fight’ sitting there broken and spent, waiting for the son of his King, gave a finishing pathetic touch to the scene. The tribes gave the Duke their best in wardance, ‘haka’, ‘waiata’, ‘powhiri’, ‘poi’, and every dance and chant of their elaborate ceremonial of welcome. The manhood of Maoridom went through their dances, doing justice in whole-souled fashion to their various moods. They gave all the war-cries of their race, many ancient ‘waiatas’, laments on the death of the Queen, and verses composed for the occasion. ranging over a variety of subjects: war, welcome, politics; the relations of the races; loyalty to the Throne. In vehement, athletic action, frankness, detestation of the enemy, humour, pathos, courtesy, generosity of sentiment, and facility of expression, it was a splendid display of Maori manhood. The graceful ‘poi’ girls on the other side, a spectacle abounding in rhythmic accord of movement, in elegance of rippling words, in brightness of colour, in halo of twirling raupo balls, was a beautiful presentation of Maori womanhood. This mixture of martial manhood and feminine grace made a scene the like of which will never be seen in New Zealand again. Some invisible hand moved those masses of colour with kaleidoscopic rapidity, keeping the living picture ever restless, vibrating at one moment with the quiver of the ‘pois’, at another with the fierce whirl of brandished spears. Now the scene was dominated by coy glances from soft dark eyes and fascinating