19. Kawana Te Hakeke. A chief of the Ngati-Apa. 27. Otaki. The principal meeting-place of the Ngati-Raukawa. 28. Tene. No information available. Tamehana. Te Rauparaha's only son by his wife, Te Akau. 29. New Zealand. Abbreviated in Maori text, in Maorified form, as “Tireni” (Zealand). 31. Takamai-te-rangi. The great-grandfather of Puhiwahine. 32. Maahutu. Grandfather of Puhiwahine. 33. ‘Kiore. In full, Hinekiore. 34. Werawera. Father of Te Rauparaha. 35. Te Rauparaha. The famous war-leader and chief of the Ngati-Toa. 36. Tamehana. See note to Line 28 ante. 37. Waitohi. Elder sister of Te Rauparaha. 38. Wiria Matene. Better known as Matene Te Whiwhi, grandson of Waitohi, by her daughter, Topeora. 39. Boat. Maorified in Maori text as “pooti”. 41. Rawiri Kiingi. Also known as Rawiri Puaha, a nephew of Te Rauparaha. 42. Pin. shawl. Maorified in original text as “pine” and “hooro”. 44. Te Huka Tuungia. No information available. 46. Gig. Maorified in original text as “kiiki”. 47. Poneke. Wellington. Maorified form of Port Nick (Nicholson). 48. Wi Ngatata. Wiremu Ngatata, a chief of the Ati-Awa. 57. Western lands. In Maori text, Uru. Geographical term used for lands from Kawhia northwards. 58. Raukawa. Maori name for Cook Strait. 59. Taiaroa Waitere. Ngai-Tahu chief of the South Island. 66. Tawhirau. A tribal greenstone ear pendant of the Ngati-Toa. 67. Te Ta tua. No information available. 69. Nga-pi-rau. A greenstone heitiki of the Ngati-Toa. 70. Topeora. Daughter of Waitohi, and a famous song composer. See note to line 38. 72. Patu-moana. A greenstone mere, war club, of the Ngati-Toa. 73. Kapiti. Kapiti Island, formerly the island fortress of the Ngati-Toa. (Continued in our next issue)

Verse by Modern Maori Poets

Two Poems by Rowley Habib TO THE HAND OF WOMAN The Plea of a young writer Take my hand and lead me through the thicket To the mountain's crest, where the snow Is pure. So my thoughts be like the snow And below let me see the ocean and the open Land caressed with mists of haziness Azure and wide. Like the world before me Ready to be drunken by these eyes And more yet. Lay me back on the snows pure Blanket of whiteness, my being forever Conscious of your nearness. My nostrils Full of the scent of you. O take my hand. I am lost without The hand of woman soft and full Of tenderness. Ever yielding to the passion of my call Take my hand for should an inspiration Come I'll be like something flat and very dead