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 scale, as if weaving a shroud for the poor victim.

It is now, however, getting near lunch-time. The sun is high in the heavens; and, turning a corner, we emerge from the bush on to the terraced shore of the lake, where already in the hot springs, the prawns and potatoes are being cooked, and where our attendant Maoris are waiting, gastronomically expectant for their share of the good things in the provender baskets. "To what base uses may we not descend."