mai. I te hāpāhi o te iwa ka piki atu mātou ki runga American United Airlines, ka mānu. Pērā anō te ikeike ake o tō mātou manu, e whitu māero ki runga, e rima rau māero i te hāora te horo takiwā. Koinei, e rima hāora anō e rere atu ana ka titiro tairanga iho mātou ki te tāone nui o te tonga-mā-uru o Āmerika, ki Los Angeles me ōna whare tini, whare mano, whare tiketike, aua ake ana ki runga. Ātaahua ana te titiro iho ki ōna huarahi e toro ana, me ngā tini motokā e kāwhaki ana, whakamataku ana anō te titiro iho, pēnei tonu me te mano pōpokorua e oma ana, e mahi ana, e nana ana kei mau i te tōnga o te rā. I te hāpāhi o te whā ka tau tō mātou waka. Heke tonu iho mātou, ā, e tū mai ana te tangata nei, he Inia, hāwhe kaihe. Ko tōna taha Inia, he Tuscarora, wāhanga o ngā Iroquois. Nuku atu i te ono putu tana tū, ā, te tanginga mai o te reo, i te ngāwari hoki, wareware tonu ake i te Māori tana karawhiu atu, i te kite tonu atu i te hinengaro māhaki, i te wairua atawhai ki te tangata. Ko tōna ingoa ko Myron Jones. Kaha kē atu tana kiritea. Heoi, kāhore i roa, ko ō mātou waka e rua e tū mai ana. Inā te nunui o aua motokā nei, ā, i reira tonu ka rongo mātou, koinei ō mātou waka hei haerenga te nuku o te whenua mō ngā wiki e toru. Ka takia mātou ki tō mātou motēra me ōna whakapaparanga, aua ake ana ki runga te teitei. O tatou hōtēra papai o Niu Tīreni nei nā, kore ake he tātatanga ki ngā mōtēra o Āmerika, te nunui, te whānui tonu o ngā rūma me ngā pēti tāpara. I reira ka kōrerohia mai e tō mātou rangatira, e Myron Jones, tokotoru o te tangata whenua tērā ka puta, ki te manaaki, ki te kawe i a mātou ki te whare kai. Kua āta pōuri anō, ka waea mai a Myron Jones i tōna rūma, kua tae mai te tangata whenua ki te whakatau. Ko au, ko te Taepa, tētahi o ngā minita o tō mātou rōpū, i tae tōmuri atu. Tōku nei tomonga atu, tū whakakōhatu tonu mai te tangata whenua nei, i te ohorere. Kei ana ngutu kē hoki tana unu whakamāhanahana, ā, kāhore hoki i kōrerotia atu e ētahi o mātou he minita te Māori e tāria atu nei. Pērā anō hoki ana hoa tokorua. Ngā tāngata nei he Mehikana, he Mangumangu, he Pākehā. Koinei ngā tāngata tokotoru i tohia hei tangata whenua, hei manaaki i a mātou mō taua pō. Kore rawa i nekeneke, ā, nō again. At half past nine we boarded an American United Airlines plane and were soon in flight. This plane likewise reached a ceiling of thirty-seven thousand feet, and sped along at five hundred miles an hour through the air. So, we were five hours aloft when we saw below us the huge town of southwestern America, Los Angeles, with its thousands upon thousands of buildings, its skycrapers, reaching to the sky. It was beautiful to watch from aloft the many highways stretching for miles, with speeding cars, awesome as we gazed down, thousands of ants rushing about, hard at work, lest they should be benighted. At half past four our plane landed. No sooner did we alight, than we were met by our consultant, a half-caste Indian. He was a Tuscaroran of the Iroquois nation. Standing at six foot plus, and speaking in a soft voice, greeting us, the Maori forgot the reprimand intended, because he perceived a man of a patient nature and kindly soul there. His name was Myron Jones, and he was very fair-skinned. It was not long before our cars were there for us. They were big cars, and there we learned that this was our means of transport by road for the next three weeks. We were taken to our motel with its many, many storeys reaching up into the air. Our best hotels in New Zealand were no comparison to the American motels, in size, and in comfort, having big rooms with double beds in each. At our accommodation Myron Jones briefed us that three men were calling to act as hosts to us, to entertain and treat us to dinner. It was quite dark when Myron Jones rang from his room that our hosts had arrived to meet us. I, Hohepa Taepa, one of the clergymen of our party, was the last to report. As I entered one of our hosts stood as though petrified, and quite overcome. His glass of warming liquid refreshment was at his lips, for none of our party had told the hosts that the person they were waiting for was a parson. His two friends were also taken aback. These men were a Mexican, a Negro and a white man. These were the three men detailed to act as hosts for the night. They were just overcome with surprise at the