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Show 187 The old man grew nensive for many moments. "Do you wish to lead the neonie wisely and righteously, Chief Roa?" he asked, without waiting for an answer- "Do you wish to enlighten the people and sway them to yotxr way of thinking? Do you wish to teach them and onen the way for new ideas and a better life?" "Yes, I wish to accomplish these things with our peonle," said Roa. "Then it is necessary that you have this moko marking you as a rangatira. It is often necessary to accent some of the old traditions in order to bring about new changes. The people will resoect you more readily and will consider the words x^hich you shall speak." "Then it shall be done," said Roa. The old tohunga began his x^ork upon ^oa's forehead. Tap, tap, tap, sounded the uhi as it bit into his skin. After each few tans, the old man would din the instrument into the nigment mixture. Occasionally he would sense that his design was not dark enough, so he would rub pigment into the x»;ounds -with his fingertins. The Pigment he used was made from soot ob- |