konei ka kore ai e kaha te marara o nga kahui renitia. He wuruhi nga mea kino ki nga puni raumati, no te mea, i nga po, ka puta ratou, e ono i ia roopu, ki te patu. Ka mohio nga renitia he kararehe kino kei te haere, i to ratou tino mataku, ka timata to ratou marara, na, ka arungia ratou e nga wuruhi, ka patungia nga renitia nunui me nga kuao, ka titorea nga korokoro, ka horomia orangia ranei. Ka riria e nga Raape o ratou hoariri kino rawa me te mea nei, ma te makutu, na ko tetahi o a ratou karakia makutu e penei ana:— “Haere atu i konei, wuruhi kino rawa, “Kati to noho i roto i tenei ngahere, “Haere atu, ki etahi whenua tawhiti, “E mate ranei i te maripi a te kai-hopu! E pau ana te tau i nga iwi mohoao nei me a ratou kuri, e whaiwhai ana i nga wuruhi me nga pea. Pai ke ki a ratou kia mau a tinana nga wuruhi i a ratou, ka patu ai ki a ratou naihi, kei maumau noa iho a ratou mataa utu-nui. He uaua rawa atu tenei tikanga mo te patu kararehe, na, he maha nga wa, e mau pumau ai nga nawe ki runga i nga kai-hopu—nga nawe ngaunga me nga nawe tihoretanga o nga ringaringa—engari ki nga Raape, he pai noa iho tenei tu momo patu; ki a ratou, ko to ratou ake kaha, tetahi o o ratou oranga. Na ka rangona te reo o Ngahuru. Ka timata te pupuhi o nga hau kopeke o ngahuru, ka pa ki nga taha o nga matarae, arai atu ana i nga hukapapa, kua timata ke ra te rere ki runga ki nga tahataha, ka timata ano te haere o nga iwi nei. Tae rawa atu ki waenganui o Hepetema, kua tae ratou ki tetahi wahi e takoto ana i waenganui i nga tawai me etahi wolves seizing their chance to attack, fling themselves on grown reindeer and fawns, tearing them slitting their throats or devouring them alive. The Lapps berate their worst enemies with magic spells and incantations such as: ‘Go away from here, accursed wolf, ‘Stay no longer in this wood, ‘Go away, to some far country, ‘Or perish under the huntsman's knife!’ With the help of their dogs, the nomads must keep up a steady, year-long pursuit of the wolves, wolverines and bears. They prefer to bring the wolves to bay and kill them with their knives, rather than use expensive cartridges. This is a dangerous form of hunting and often leaves permanent scars—fang-marks, lacerated arms—but the Lapps enjoy the sporting fight; it is a natural struggle which forms part of their life. Then the voice of autumn is heard. When the first cold winds of autumn strike the fiell sides, forcing a retreat before the snow that is already beginning to sprinkle the crests, the caravans resume their tireless march. By about mid-September they are back again on the meandering boundary-line between birch-woods and open heath, in a landscape of purple and gold. The nights grow longer. After the summer days of midnight sun, the valleys are cool and pleasant. The Lapps take up their quarters again in their spring-time huts. They must begin by sorting out Bone work: These are the traditional wedding presents to a Lap bride. From left to right: Match container, borach, knife, cutting tool for reindeer hide, sewing kit. (Unesco-Photo Jean Hardy.)