Tane, the great son of Rangi.
Tane, who loved Papa.
Tane, the friend of man.”
A soft murmuring was Ngawai’s voice, murmuring to the leaves of the trees; murmuring of that what the birds had told her; murmuring to the spirits of the forest, who all are children of Tane-mahuta.
VII
THE FIGHT OF NIGHT AND DAY.
TRADITION.
