places were approached I'm sure satisfactory arrangements could be made for selected Maori inmates to make contact with interested people.

A Signpost At Raetihi At Raetihi, the Maori members of the Wainuiarua Maori Pastorate have taken the inmates of Waikune Prison, National Park, to their hearts, and made them feel like members of their own families. This was through the good and understanding work of the Rev. Keith Elliott, V.C., and his charming wife Margaret, and the superintendent of Waikune Prison. This good work is now carried on by the Rev. Brown since the Rev. Elliott has now been transferred to Putiki. This act of kindness and goodness has been kindled, perhaps as no more than a vague glow like the first hint of a new dawn. But it is an unmistakable signpost for some of these inmates.

So Many Who Need Help But there are so many others, all over the country, who so much need help. At night, when all is quiet and the hours seem long and drawn-out, I hear outside the muted voices of the darkness, and often the sound of the wind singing on its way to ‘te whare kura o Mangareia’. I see the Maori inmate who never receives a letter standing with a haunting look of sadness, and another with no Christmas greeting or parcel, who sits alone in his cell—or who gazes wistfully at someone else's children. And what of the chaps who have no home or friends to go to on their day of release? Then in my loneliness I cry out silently, ‘Where is the love of my people?’. Te Ao Hou would welcome letters from readers on this subject.

Kia Toa, Kia Kaha! thoughts from an old warrior by P. A. Webster Not now, my son, the slapping of flesh the stamping of feet and the pulsating voices of frenzy, No longer utu for insults thrust at us. No longer chance for the warrior. —You would have been one, firm-fleshed and brazen, wily and swift with your weapons… Now but faintly the echo will drift to you sometimes When some of you act out a war-dance. Now but weakly the pulsing of warrior's lust Will rise in your blood to throb madly. Very dimly the cry will ring in your ear-drums. Kia toa! Kia kaha! Be a warrior! There is no longer the stamping of feet And the slapping of flesh in the war-dance. But, my son, listen. Still, still be a Maori; Not a warrior for now it is peace-time. Think as you work by your Pakeha brother Of the skills that we had. Use them wisely. Know where you go as you sail your canoe. Hold firmly the paddles, dip strongly. Be proud of the fleet that you sail with. Make your eye keen in your hunting. Use the best flax in your weaving. Cast your nets wide in your fishing. Kia toa, my son! Kia kaha, my son! Kia toa! Kia kaha! Be a Maori!

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