Rangitua, the tawny young son of Tutanekai the brave, and of Hinemoa the fair — both of them renowned in Maori story-stood on a projecting shelf of rock, overlooking one of those wild and desolate ravines that characterize the romantic ranges of Waikato. Hurrying in front of his father, the supple-sinewed stripling had scrambled to the dizzy eminence that he now so proudly oc cupied, and called back to Tutanekai, who was still engaged on the difficult and painful ascent. To the lad's astonishment, his voice came back to him from a dozen difierent directions. A moment later father and son were perched together on the over hanging rock, surveying the panorama of rugged grandeur spread out before them.