i tōna koa kua oti te puna. Ka mihi hoki ki ērā tāngata mō ā rātau koha mō taua puna, i taea ai te hanga te puna; ka mihi hoki ki ngā tohunga i hanga rā i taua puna. Kei te wawata tonu hoki ētahi atu koha hei whakaea i taua puna rā, ā, hei hanga hoki i ētahi atu mea mō te puna; arā, he nohanga, he wāhi waiho hoki i ngā kākahu i ngā taha o te puna. I muri mai i te Tumuaki, ka tū ko te Hekeretari o te Poari o Te Aute Kāreti, ki te whakaatu mai i ngā moni kua kohia, ā, e iwa mano taara kua taea, ā, ko te taumata e whāia ana, e whā tekau mano taara. Ka whakaatu hoki ki te koha a te Kāwanatanga, ā, ka mihi ki ērā katoa i hōmai moni mō taua puna. I muri mai i tēnei kōrero, ka waiatatia he hīmene, whai mai ko tētahi karakia nā te Pīhopa i whakahaere. Kātahi ka kōrero ko Tā Turi Kara, i kuraina anō hoki i Te Aute. I kī a ia tana kaha koa kua oti taua taonga nui nei mō ngā tāhae o Te Aute. I ōna wā, kaukau noa iho ai rātau i tētahi puna i te awa paku nei i tata tonu ki te Kāreti. I kaukau anō hoki au ki taua puna, a, he pai ake tērā. I kī anō hoki a Turi he wāhanga noa iho tēnei mō te whakanuitanga i te Kāreti o Te Aute. A, nā tēnei o ō mātau kaumātua i whakatuwhera te puna. Te mutunga o āna kupu, ka kau ngā toa kaukau o Te Aute, a, haka katoa ngā tama o te kura. Te koa o ngā tama o te kura ka tirikoha ki roto o te puna. Kua oti te rā, kua mutu ngā mahi mō tau rā, ā, kua tīmata anō ngā mahi mātauranga, te pūtake o Te Aute, ēngari te hōhā hoki. We are pleased to have our first contribution from Panguru High School.

Our Living Dead They have gone into the world of darkness Where no light shall pierce its way Where no troubles shall enter within it Where they shall rest in eternal peace; They are our ancestors, our beloved ones, Who left this light, this living, this world. In life they were so dear to us They were our living strength Now they have gone from us forever Now they have turned from us to death; They left us behind in sadness, To remember them in our hearts. We mourned for them at their sorrowful parting Our tears soaked the soil beneath us For our hearts were heavy with grief For our hearts were deepened with sorrow; Yet still they remain in our memories, For eternal and forever in life. Farewell O friends, dear ancestors Your memories shall forever linger. Isabelle Terehia Te Wake, Form V Now a story from a 5th Form Northland College pupil.

Visitors Visitors, I dislike! I mean, I do not dislike them personally but I hate the embarrassing moments they bring upon me. There is one visitor in particular whom I dislike. That is, my Aunt Kiri. Every Sunday Aunt Kiri comes plodding down that dusty road in her big, bare feet, with an old kit of home-made bread and bottled jam tucked under her arm. I see her coming and I dash into my room and hide under my wooden bed. Then, I hear that familiar knock. My father hobbles to the door and opens it. The two old devils, so happy to see each other hug and embrace in the Maori custom. Then my Aunt tosses her thick, twisted mane of jet black hair over her massive shoulders and shouts, ‘Raymond, my little baby. Where are you hiding this time?’ Oh, how I hate these childish things my auntie calls me. It irritates me so much being called a baby, especially when I'm sixteen years old. My Aunt Kiri and ‘Papa’ then go into the kitchen and sit on the boxes around the