kāreti me ngā kura, pēnei me Lloyd New, me Jim McGrath, me Marilyn Black, he Pākehā tēnei, me te huhua noa iho. Tae rawa mātou ki runga, ki te nōta, ki te Rāhui o ngā Taos, tētahi o ngā takataka-hanga o te tangata rongonui o roto pikitia, arā, o Kit Carson, he toa ki te eke hōiho, ki te takahurihuri pū, ki te whakaū i te ture. I konei utu rawa mātou, kātahi anō ka tomo atu ki te pā o te Taos. O rātou kāinga he mea mahi mai i te uku, i te kōhatu, e rua, e toru rawa ngā whakapaparanga whare. I tupu mai i ēnei whare te ingoa mō tō rātou nei pā nohonga, arā, te kupu nei te Pewepero (Pueblo). I kō kē hoki, tū ai ngā kāinga nei me ō rātou whakapaparanga i runga mēha (mesa), pēnei anō me ō tātou nei pā, nō nāianoa nei ka heke iho i ngā hiwi, i ngā maunga, i ngā wāhi teitei, nō te maunga o te rongo. I te Rāhoroi, 1 Maehe, ka haria mātou i te ata, ki tētahi Rāhui ko Santa Felipe te ingoa. I te pā nui tonu o taua Rāhui ka kite mātou i te ope nei, nuku atu i te kotahi rau, e whakaeke mai ana ki tō rātou marae. He koēa nei te hanga o taua marae, ā whakapipi tonu ngā whare huri noa. Ka whakaeke mai taua ope me te pakupakū mai o ā rātou pū, āno nei e ngeri haere mai ana, e pōkeka haere mai ana. Tau ana te wehi, te ihi. Tata te hāora e kanikani, e waiata mai ana, ā, ka hoki ki tētahi whare nui ki te whakatā. Kāhore i roa ka mōhio mātou he hāora e kanikani ana, he hāora e whakatā ana, ā, tae noa ki te toenetanga o te rā. I noho mātou mō taua hāora kotahi. Tēnei kanikani ko Te Kanikani o te Buffalo. Te mea nui o te whakatū-waewae nei, arā, o te nuinga tonu anō o aua kanikani, ko ngā waiata, he karakia tonu atu, he tapu hoki, ki te Atua i roto i ā rātou karakia Māori motuhake. Ka tae mātou ki te kāinga, ka tohe ngā tamariki nei kia haere māua ko Hēnare, ngā koeke o tō mātou rōpū, kia kite i tētahi pikitia. Ko tō māua haerenga, tō māua hokinga mai heoi anō te ngeri, ko tēnei nā: ‘Āhahā, ā, ka ngarue te whenua, ka ngaoko te tangata, i te aitanga a te ure, aue hā!’ Ko tenei tū tātai pikitia ko tōna karangatanga ko te ‘pikitia purū’, arā, ko ngā pikitia e kore e whakaaetia kia whaka-huatia ki Niu Tīreni. Hangahanga noa iho te whakaatu mai i te wahine, i te tāne, e pūremu ana. I taua pō anō ka tūtaki mātou ki tētahi spirit in the field of education, for its directors of schools are courageous enough to experiment, in order to maintain the esesentials of their culture that these may never be lost in places of learning, where children begin from infancy and progress to older years. These are the aspirations of directors of schools, like Mr Lloyd New, Jim McGrath, Marilyn Black and many others. We proceeded further north to the Taos Reservation, where once a famous film personality trod in days past — Kit Carson, an expert rider, an adept gunman, and enforcer of the law. We had to pay in order to enter this Pueblo, Taos. Their homes were made of clay and rocks — adobe — and were sometimes two or three storeys high. The word Pueblo orgiinated from these houses. These storeyed houses formerly stood on mesas, just as our pas stood on high and most inaccessible places, for it is only recently that the Maori has moved down from the lofty mountains and places — only since the advent of peace. On Saturday 1 March we were taken in the morning to a Reservation called Santa Felipe. At their main pa we witnessed a body of men and women over a hundred strong, approaching their marae which was in a square shape surrounded by houses at the perimeter. The people came onto the marae firing their guns, and as though chanting something like a war chant, or a special kind of action song. It was quite moving. After about an hour performing the whole body turned and retired to a quite large house to rest. We soon learned that the observance lasted till sundown. The performances were in periods of an hour on and an hour's rest. We remained just for that one performance. This dance was called the Buffalo Dance. Perhaps one of the main points about these various dances was that they were sacred and performed according to their own native religion. Back at home, the younger men of our party would have Henry Northcroft and I see a film which came into the ‘blue film’ category. So the korohekes, for so we were to the younger men, returned to our next function with the chant in mind, ‘Lo! How the earth trembles, and how nobly man bestirs himself, in his toils to procreate!’ Later that night we met a Hawaiian