The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 7, Issue 8 (February 1, 1933)
A sudden turn of the prow of the launch, and you come almost by stealth on the landing stage at Okere. Here is another of those places where water and trees mingle with such beauty. Every-one tumbles out of the launch in the highest spirits, lunches, and submits to the disarming smile of a Maori guide who leads the party for about a quarter of a mile to see the electric power station and Hinemoa's cave. Five million gallons of water pass through the Falls daily at a tremendous pace. Less impressive, but more interesting is Hinemoa's Cave, which lies at the very foot of the bank close to the water's edge. You make the descent rather carefully down steps carved out of the rocks, and enter one of those caverns which you read about in stories of smugglers, except that in this case were smuggled women and children, not goods. The place was a safe haven of refuge in case of at tack, for which the Maori ever held himself in readiness; the path to it, though re-conditioned for tourists, was (as it is to-day) very narrow and effectively concealed at the top. You may glance at these scenes with the mild curiosity of a 1933 pakeha, but let your imagination take you back a hundred years or more, and you will hardly expect to reascend those steps without a furtive, cat-like tread, ready to strike off the first tattooed head that you saw.