tangata nō Hawaii, he pai te reo ki te waiata, ā, he tangata i tū tahi i te taha o ā tātou tamariki o te ‘High Fives’ i Las Vegas. Nāna mātou i whakanui, i mihi, i manaaki. I te ata, ka haere mātou tokotoru ki te Karakia Kai-Hapa i te Wharekarakia Niu o taua tāone. Kikī tonu te whare. E whaka-haeretia ana te karakia, ka puta te pātai mehemea kei te Wharekarakia tika mātou, i ngā inoi, i te whakahaere i te karakia, riterite tonu ki tā te Kātorika Roma. Mutu kau te karakia, muia ana mātou e te Pākehā, i te hiahia ki te whakatau i a mātou, ki te whānau kotahi. Kite tonu mai he tauhou mātou. Ko te takinga atu i a mātou ki raro whenua ki tētahi hōro tino nui kī tonu i tētahi wāhanga o te minenga ki te whakarongo ki te whaikōrero a te Kaikarakia, ki te kapu tī hoki. I reira ka mihia mātou, mahana ana te whakatau mai. I reira anō ka tūtaki mātou ki tētahi mema o te Pāriha o Pita o Pōneke, ēngari kua heke kē ki reira, ki Albuquerque, noho ai. Ka hoki atu a Hēnare Northcroft rāua ko Lewis Moeau, ka haria ahau e te whānau a Te Paaka tina ai. Mutu mai i reira, ka haere whakate-tonga ahau, tae atu ki te marae ātaahua o te Isleta Rāhui. I kite ai ahau i tētahi Wharekarakia e tū kau ana mō ngā marama tekau mā rua. Nā ngā uiuinga ka kite ake te noho o te iwi nei me tō rātou minita Kātorika Roma, arā, o te Ariki nui o taua Rāhui. Ka huri te iwi nei ki te Pīhopa hei whakatau i te raruraru, ā, hore noa iho, ko te āta makanga atu a te iwi nei i tō rātou Rāhui, rakaina ana te Whare. Ēngari tiakina tonutia ana e rātou tō rātou Whare. Haere whakararo tonu atu ahau ki te toro i tētahi Pākehā, nō te Waipounamu i mua, me tana wahine Pākehā hoki he Māori nō Albuquerque tonu. I tūtaki atu au ki a rāua i tō rātou kāinga nui tonu i Bosque Farms, he nohanga tangata e rua tekau māero atu ki te tonga o te tāone nui o Albuquerque. Ka kite au i te whānau a ngā tokorua nei he whāngai katoa, he tamariki nō ngā huhua iwi, ā rāua taurima. I ngā tokorua nei, ka rongo au i ētahi kōrero mō tētahi mīhana Mihingare kei te tino nōta a New Mexico, kei Farmington, kotahi rau, e rua tekau mā rua māero ki runga tonu ake o Gallup. Ko tēnei Mīhana, koinei anake anō tā te Mihingare, arā, kei roto kei te mutunga mai o te Rāhui Nāwaho, ki New Mexico. singer who had got to know, when he was in Las Vegas, the High Fives. He could not say enough in their favour. They were terrific in this boy's estimation, sensational. Three of us, next morning, attended Holy Communion service at the Cathedral Church of Albuquerque. The church was packed. During the service the question was asked by us if we were in the right church, for the ritual was so High Church that there was little difference between this service and a Roman Catholic service. No sooner was the service concluded than parishioners converged on us from all directions, in their desire to make us feel one of the family, seeing that we were obviously strangers to Albuquerque. We were conducted to an underground hall where a large part of the congregation was already gathered for a fellowship cuppa and to listen to the Celebrant speak on the subject of Baptism. We were duly introduced to the people and enthusiastically received. We met there a recent member of that Cathedral parish; she was formerly of the parish of St Peter's, Wellington. Henry Northcroft and Lewis Moeau returned to our motel whilst I accompanied the Sparks family to lunch. Afterwards, I proceeded south till I came upon the Isleta Pueblo. Reservation. Outside a beautiful, well-kept church I saw a clean and spacious marae. Enquiries revealed that twelve months before a dispute had arisen between the Reservation Governor or Chief and the local priest. The dispute resulted in the Governor seeking the Bishop's help. The priest concerned was Roman Catholic. Because no satisfactory conclusion was reached, the people bodily evicted the priest and locked the church. And so it had remained for over a year, locked but still carefully tended. I moved on south still to call on a young Pakeha couple. The husband was a South Islander whilst the wife was a native of Albuquerque. I met them at a rural village called the Bosque Farms, a community twenty miles south of Albuquerque City. I met also their children, all foster children and of different nationalities. From these two people I learned of the Anglican Mission to the north-west corner of New Mexico, at a town called Farmington, with a population of 23,000 people, and about a hundred and twenty-two miles further up from Gallup.