E. Rangi

Passing on, the steamer enters more closely wooded country which gradually merges into heavy timber lands, where the big forests are full of stately trees of gigantic dimensions, peopled with multi-plumaged parrots, pigeons and kiwis Great was the art of spearing and snaring the birds as taught by Tana, the God, father of trees, to the children of Tiki—man. Happy were the days passed in trapping and hunting, and still more joyous the succeeding days of feasting and rest. With the advent of the Pakeha and the powder flask, however, came the death-knell of the hunter, for sport to him lost all its charm. The forest, however, still holds all its charms, and the welcome shelter of the lonely bush whare is still sought by the hunter. There, in the forest depths, wanders still the lonely weka, the tui, the huia, and the kereru, while there, also, is plenty of big game for the rifle—the wild boar, the wild cattle, and the red deer.

In The Forest.