and looking to the rock, and still she sits Huria, still she looks to the tent. ‘Sleeping, the young one,’ I call. ‘Come not for the young but the old.’ Then stands Huria, and moves nearer, looking to the tent. Quickly then I to the lagoon where they gather agar, and wave my stick. She waves, the mother of the little one and comes to me. ‘He is sick, the little one. Go to your baby,’ I say. Drops the kit of agar then, and runs to the tent. ‘He sleeps, Grandpa,’ she calls from the tent. ‘Go to him,’ I say. ‘He is sick. Huria, she comes for the little one.’ I show her Huria but she does not see. ‘You sit too much in the sun Grandpa,’ she says. ‘And you think too much of Huria. It was wrong to come to this place for agar. It was bad to bring you here.’ ‘Huria she is close,’ I say to her, and I pull her into the tent with me, to the little one. Screams then, and pulls my stick from my hand. ‘The spider Grandpa — the katipo,’ and beats at the blanket where sleeps the young one. Beats and beats the katipo with the stick. Picks up the little one then as he wakes and cries. ‘Safe my baby,’ she says. ‘Our Grandpa has saved you. Safe now,’ says she. Out then I, to look for one who gave us warning. But gone, Huria. Gone she who helped the old one guard the young. But he is tired, the old one, Tired. And soon she will be back. Huria, for the old one with the stick. Soon she comes.

Fashion Award A young Taumarunui Maori fashion designer, Mrs Anne Rupe, is making her name on the national scene. At the New Zealand Fashion Showcase ‘69, an annual event for New Zealand fashion designers and manufacturers, she won the award for the coat and suit section. Mrs Rupe's entry was a street length winter coat in orange and white wool with a cone shaped skirt beneath. The skirt had an inverted pleat in the back and a set-in belted waistline with two flat pockets. The material for the outfit was hand loomed in a twill pattern by Mr Bill Penny, Tokirima, to Mrs Rupe's design. Mrs Rupe designed the gown and suit worn by Mrs Martha Taiaroa when she won the Mrs Taumarunui title in the local section of the National Plunket Society — sponsored ‘Mrs New Zealand’ contest. Mrs Rupe has a selection of garments she designed, being displayed on a cruise ship and in South America by a New Zealand model.

The Highway Hemi drives the bulldozer How easily he handles the huge machine. It revolves in its own length. With a roaring motor it attacks the boulders, and the tree stumps. Clouds of dust rise. Stones roll across the soil. The unreclaimed ground smoothes out like a blanket. Future generations travelling swiftly — in comfort — will not know Hemi, but they will say, ‘This is a fine highway.’ Marie Andersen