Transcriber’s Note: Captions have been added to the full-page
illustrations.
A
MEMORIAL
TO
THE RT. HON. R. J. SEDDON, P.C.
Premier of New Zealand, 1893-1906
TE TOHUNGA
[Illustration: HUPENE, THE OLD TOHUNGA]
TE TOHUNGA
THE ANCIENT LEGENDS AND TRADITIONS
OF THE MAORIS
ORALLY COLLECTED AND PICTURED
BY
W. DITTMER
[Illustration]
LONDON
GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS, LIMITED
NEW YORK: E. P. DUTTON & CO.
1907
Nau i waka aua te kakahu, he taniko taku
(You wove the garment, I have put the border to it)
_Maori Proverb_
TO
THE COUNTESS OF RANFURLY
Who was a true friend to Artists and
their Art in New Zealand
This Book is Dedicated
By the Author
LIST OF CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
INTRODUCTION. With 2 Illustrations 1
I. TIKI--THE ANCESTOR OF MANKIND. With 3 Illustrations 5
II. THE CREATION OF HAWAIKI. With 3 Illustrations 9
III. THE POI-DANCE. With 3 Illustrations 15
IV. THE CREATION OF THE STARS. With 5 Illustrations 20
V. THE CHANT OF RANGI-NUI. With 2 Illustrations 26
VI. TANE--THE CREATION OF NATURE. With 2 Illustrations 30
VII. THE FIGHT OF NIGHT AND DAY. With 2 Illustrations 34
VIII. MAUI--THE CREATION OF NEW ZEALAND. With 6 Illustrations 37
IX. MAHUIKA. With 2 Illustrations 52
X. MAUI AND MAHUIKA; MAUI’S FIGHT WITH THE SUN. With 3
Illustrations 56
XI. THE DEATH OF MAUI. With 2 Illustrations 62
XII. TE AROHA O HINEMOA: a Legend. With 2 Illustrations 66
XIII. MAUI AND IRAWARU: a Tradition. With 1 Illustration 71
XIV. NGA PATU-PAIAREHE, THE CHILDREN OF THE MIST [by James
Cowan]. With 3 Illustrations 74
XV. TIHI-O-TE-RANGI. With 3 Illustrations 80
XVI. THE BATTLE OF THE GIANTS. With 3 Illustrations 86
XVII. THE COMING OF THE MAORI [by James Cowan]. With 3
Illustrations 93
XVIII. TRADITION--TAMA-TE-KAPUA. With 4 Illustrations 100
XIX. A TANGI. TE REINGA [by James Cowan]. With 3 Illustrations 107
XX. NGAWAI. THE BURIAL OF TE HEU-HEU ON TONGARIRO. With 4
Illustrations 114
LIST OF FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
1. HUPENE, THE OLD TOHUNGA _Frontispiece_
2. MATAPO, A BLIND TOHUNGA 9
3. TANE, THE GOD OF TREES 11
4. THE BIRTH OF MAUI AT MAHIKU-RANGI 17
5. TANE SEARCHING FOR THE DWELLING OF THE EVENING STAR AND THE
MORNING STAR 21
6. NGAWAI, A MAORI CHIEFTAINESS 27
7. TANE AND THE TREES 31
8. MAUI ENTERS HINE-NUI-TE-PO’S PATAKA 35
9. MAUI 37
10. A TOHUNGA 41
11. MAUI CHANTING INCANTATIONS 45
12. MAUI FISHING NEW ZEALAND OUT OF THE OCEAN 49
13. TARANGA, THE NIGHT-SUN, AND MAUI 53
14. MAUI’S FIGHT WITH THE SUN 57
15. HINE-NUI-TE-PO KILLING MAUI 63
16. HINEMOA 67
17. MAUI AND IRAWARU 71
18. THE MAORIS AND THE FAIRY PEOPLE 77
19. A TANGI 83
20. A GIANT 87
21. THE BATTLE 91
22. HAWAIKI 95
23. THE JOURNEY 97
24. THE FIRST OFFERING TO THE GODS 101
25. THE BREAKING OPEN OF THE GATES OF HEAVEN 105
26. TE HEU-HEU 107
27. TE REINGA 111
28. THE BURIAL 117
GLOSSARY
The pronunciation of the vowels in Maori are:
a has the sound of a in rather.
e ” ” e in dedication.
i ” ” ee in sheep.
o ” ” o in bold.
u ” ” oo in cook.
Ariki: a high chief, a leader, a master, lord.
Aroha: affection, love.
Atua: a supernatural being, a god.
Atua-toko: a small carved stick, the symbol of the god whom it
represents. It was stuck in the ground whilst holding incantations to its
presiding god.
Haere-mai: come here, welcome.
Haere-ra: good-bye, go, farewell.
Haere-mai-ra, me o tatou mate: come here, that I may sorrow with you.
Karakia: invocation, ceremony, prayer.
Kehua: spirit, ghost.
Kia-ora: welcome, good luck. A greeting.
Kura: red. The sacred colour of the Maori.
Mana: power, authority, prestige, influence, sanctity, luck.
Mere-pounamu: a native weapon made of a rare green stone.
Mua: an old-time Polynesian god.
Piu-piu: short mat made out of flax leaves and neatly decorated.
Po: gloom, darkness, the lower world.
Rangatira: chief, warrior, gentlemen.
Reinga: the spirit land, the home of the dead.
Taiaha: a weapon made of wood.
Tangi: funeral, dirge. Assembly to cry over the dead.
Taniwha: sea monster, water spirit.
Tapu: sacred, supernatural possession of power. Under restriction.
Taua: war party.
Tiki: first man created, a figure carved of wood, or other representation
of man.
Tohunga: a priest, a possessor of supernatural powers.
Tohu-mate: omen of death.
Tupuna: ancestor.
Wairua: spirit, soul.
Whare: hut made of fern stems tied together with flax and vines, and
roofed in with raupo (reeds).
Whare-puni: large, and often beautifully carved and decorated house. A
meeting house.
Whare-kura: the ancient sacred building of the Maoris at Hawaiki. Those
who once met there in council are now regarded as their highest gods.
Whare-kura is the name of the sacred history of the Maoris.
Whaka-papa: the genealogical history of the Maori, or a tribe, or a
family.
PREFACE
With the drawings it began.
An expired world tried to come to life again in the fragments which some
old Maori narrated. Nature all around favoured admiration only, and her
loneliness was alive with longing.
Of Maori art I had never heard, and, when that art was first offered to
me, I had none other to choose. At first it disgusted me. But I had to
make use of my time. The evergreen nature was beautiful, and entrancing
was her invitation to waste my life in her midst, as she herself was
wasting hers.
To protect myself against her allurements, I began the first sketches of
old carvings. Then I made more.
Sitting beside me, and looking at my work, an old Maori related the deeds
of his ancestor, upon whose carved image I was at work.
And they were mighty deeds!
In the evenings later, at the camp-fire, those deeds lived again in
my thoughts, and the imagination busied herself, awkwardly enough, to
express new ideas with the help of new forms.
That was the beginning of the first drawing.
Out of books I could learn the old legends, but from the fragmentary
narratives of my old friends they sprang into life: so the number of
drawings grew--aimless, purposeless.
By that which first had disgusted me I was now greatly attracted; the
forest was dreaming while I worked, the river murmured, and a strange
people awoke interest and friendship.
Then, one day, came a traveller from Europe. He saw the drawings and
spoke the words: “Make a book”, and the magic words: “I’ll get it
published!” Then he went his way back to Europe again. It was four years
ago.
Because these words were spoken in a far-away country, this book came to
life--otherwise the destiny of those first few drawings would doubtless
have been the destiny of everything else in the great nature: to wither,
to fall to dust. Perhaps it would have been a pity.
As to the text of the book: ’twere better that another had written
it. More serious treatises have been published by those with greater
opportunities to hear and more art to reproduce the legends from the
mouths of the old folk now dead and gone, and I owe a good deal to them,
especially to Sir George Grey’s _Polynesian Mythology_ and Rev. R.
Taylor’s _Te ika a Maui_, as well as to Mr John White, Mr E. Schirren,
and Hamilton’s _Maori Art_. But it was to my old friends that I chiefly
listened, seeking to look into the past through their eyes, to stir my
imagination through their memories; yet, even though my pencil may not
have done its work amiss, I have grave doubts of the work of my pen.
A part only of the legends is contained in this book: it will suffice to
keep alive what I have received from my tattooed friends during the long,
long days of a peculiarly strange life. The little that is new in my book
does not pretend to be scientific: I have written it to help my drawings
along their way.
And, after all, the book would possibly never have been completed without
the friends which the drawings made in New Zealand, above all Augustus
Hamilton, Director of the Colonial Museum. The encouragement and help
I received from him, the benefit of his wide knowledge and love of art
and of all things Maori, and his true friendship, gave confidence to my
wavering hopes of representing graphically the imaginings of a people so
alien to and so distant from the European mind.
At last everything was done: the parting hour came--from the new home
back to the old. And now my thoughts are wandering back, often and often,
to that distant time when everything was at its beginning: when the tent
was pitched under the willow on the river, and from the Maori village
on the other shore issued the sounds of happy life; when morning after
morning the sun rose golden over the hills, and every night the river
reflected the silvery stars; when the willow grew slowly yellow, and the
falling leaves gilded the tent; when the smoke of the camp-fire rose blue
into the skies--and the first drawing was finished.
W. DITTMER.
_London: 1907._
Introduction
[Illustration: Maori-mask and God-stick]
A small fire had been kindled, and over it hummed the billy, boiling for
the last time in Maoriland.
Through the misty atmosphere the sun was sinking, powerless and glowing
red: and night came.
A grand night!
Beautifully illuminated, grand clouds of smoke ascended from the burning
primeval forest--a first mighty sign of the work of man, and the will of
man, for the fire has to finish the work of the axe, and to consume the
forest.
Stars in silvery brilliance bespatter the East; the West is all aglow
with crimson, gold, and creamy white; but to-morrow work and care will
follow the great destruction, for endless is the beauty of this ever
green country, but its liberty and its fruitfulness are labour.
He who wishes for liberty must till the soil, and the fruit of liberty
shall be art, for art is not an image, but a fruit.
A strange fruit is once gathered by the Maori children of Nature, a fruit
grown out of the darknesses of the ocean-encircled forests--an art,
hopeless and sad. A fruit without seed.
Was not Darkness the mother of All? Does not the everlasting ocean
encircle all? And in the end must not Darkness again swallow all?
This art followed the ways of untiring Nature: unseeming tools,
unmeasured time, and endless labour, shaped to perfection the hardest
stone into the “mere pounamu,” the beautifully formed and polished
greenstone-weapon--the giant of the forest into the wonderful war-canoe.
Sharp-edged stones and shells have to shape the tree into the centre-post
of the house, into the mighty figure of the god and ancestor; and such
labour stands in grim need of incantations to the atuas (gods) who dwell
in the darknesses of the Lower World and who dwell in the spaces of light
above the earth, that they may strengthen and enliven the unseeming tools
with their god-power.
The sages and dreamers of many generations had spent their lives bending
over the smoke of their little fires, and forming into wisdom what
their eyes perceived of the wonders of the world; and their wisdom has
resulted in incantations and Karakias[1] powerful enough to overcome the
gods.
These incantations and Karakias are tapu, that is, sacred. The possessor
of them is a Tohunga; a Tohunga is sacred. The tapu of the Tohunga is
descended from the gods, and so is his wisdom. The gods are all descended
from the Great Mother Darkness, the goddess Hine-nui-te-po; and they are
the ancestors of mankind, which with every generation moves farther and
farther away from the gods.
Once a great inspiration must have fallen upon the Maori world; but since
then generation followed generation, framing incantations, speculating,
shaping--never renewing, never widening, this inspiration, but working
out form and expression to perfection.
The life of man became like the life of ever-renewing Nature, producing
and again destroying, giving birth, and again killing, to enable
life to be sustained: the souls of man grew into the rigid wisdom of
incantations; the food of man became man.
He who wishes for art must till the soil, but he who tills the soil must
have faith; for art, though a fruit of Nature, is a child of god.
With the rising Sun came the old friend, and placed fresh wood on the
camp-fire, a work of love; for he is a Rangatira-Tohunga (chief priest)
of great mana in his tribe, and his tapu forbids menial labour. With
Sorrow in his face, he sat down, quietly laying a parting present at our
feet.
On the water of the river sways the reflected canoe loaded for the
journey, and the sun plays among the leaves of the trees, the children of
the God Tane-Mahuta.
“Take with you the wisdom of the old people, my wanderer, the wisdom
which will be soon forgotten among my children, who follow now the ways
of the pakeha (the new friends) who came to us bringing the truth of
their God; and we are now all children of the great Queen over the seas,
who promised to be our mother. Go in peace, my friend!”
Deeply thinking, he looked in the glowing embers. Each followed his own
thoughts.
Far away at Hawaiki was the world created, and there is the home of the
Maoris. It is the birthplace of their race; it was the dwelling-place of
their ancestors, who are gods now, and live in the heavens; it is their
Spirit Land.
Their ancestors built the whare-kura, the sacred Temple, at Hawaiki,
and it stood facing the East, at the place of Mua. In the whare-kura
assembled the highest chiefs and the Tohungas of all the tribes to
communicate with the spirits of the gods, and to repeat and rehearse
the names and heroic deeds of their ancestors, that they might take
deep root in the hearts of the living, and that they might never forget
their descent from the most ancient gods, who dwelled in the Darkness,
the Nothing, and the Beginning of All Things! They assembled to acquire
and repeat the sacred wisdom of the incantations, the ceremonies, and
the traditions, from Te-Kore, the Nothing, to Te-Po, the Lower World,
to Te-Ao, the Light, to Rangi-nui, the Great Heaven, and to Papa-nui,
the Great Earth; the incantations and Karakias to the Gods of War and of
Witchcraft, and the food; and all those to the multitude of spirits who
govern, help, or hinder, the living.
From Hawaiki the heroes and their tribes wandered over the seas, and
the Tohungas took with them the wisdom of the whare-kura, guarding it
sacredly, and repeating it only to the ears of their descendants or to
those of high rank and ambition; and nothing of the sacred knowledge was
lost from the days of Te-Kore to the present time; but now it is dying
with the last Tohungas.
Little only is known of the sacred wisdom of the Maoris. The dread of the
old gods is still living in the hearts of the Maoris, but the last hour
has come for them as they now bend their tattoed heads over the fire and
murmur regretfully of the great Past.
Thoughtfully looked the old friend at me, and I spoke:
“Farewell, friend. Wide you opened your heart, and far away will I take
your love with me; far away into the Great Distance, to my Hawaiki; and
always will I think of the Tohunga of the Maoris, the Rangatira, my
friend.
Small was my little knowledge, and bad were my tools to form it into
pictures; and I was in need of the incantations to the atuas, who have
the art in their keeping: the gods who have the happiness and hope, the
comprehension and confidence in their keeping. In the whare-puni of my
friends, the Maoris, I found these atuas, and more, a friendship which
made the loneliness fly away like a dark feather before the morning wind.
Farewell!”
“Haere, e tama taku--farewell, my son. This song out of ancient time I
give you, for your eyes can look back into the past; but my eyes are dim
like my wisdom.
Look often at the sign which I have put to it, that you may remember me.
Farewell,
Kia-ora.----
Kia-ora.”
HIS SONG
O, thou sun, advancing high,
Beaming red, and blazing forth!
O, thou moon, now moving onward,
Sending here thy lesser beams!
The host of heaven--
The gods now there--
Can see and gaze on you.
Come forth thou hidden
Cause of blindness in mine eyes,
Thou blood-red blight
Of waters sweeping o’er my sight.
Come forth, that I
May live, and see again,
And gaze as I was wont.
[Illustration]
[1] Religious rites and ceremonies.
I
TIKI--THE ANCESTOR OF MANKIND
[Illustration: Marikoriko, the first woman, and Tiki, her Creator.]
Hupene, the old Tohunga, squats muttering on the floor beside his carved
ancestor Tiki.
Tiki is a god who in the dim long ago helped to build the world, and
whose carved image is now supporting the middle pillar of the house. His
eyes of pawa-shell, which once commanded in the ten Heavens and were full
of fire and wisdom, glisten out of the silent twilight; they stare far,
far into the darkness, which Hine-nui-te-po is slowly spreading over the
world, Hine-nui-te-po, the Great Mother of Night, who at one time was
young and beautiful, and gave life to Nature.
“Haere-mai, e te manuhire, Haere-mai” (“Welcome, stranger, welcome”),
so speaks the old Tohunga; then, drawing his flax mat around him, he
mutters: “Haere-mai”, and, after a long silence again, as if murmuring
to himself, “Haere-mai”--but soon his eyes follow those of his ancestor
again, gazing into the silence of the slowly descending night, the
ancient goddess Hine-nui-te-po, the Great Mother of Rest. Wisdom dwells
with the aged, and their muttering is the sign that their wisdom is ripe.
Flying from the mouth of the old it becomes mother now and wife to the
listening ear.
“Listen, my guest:
When man dies, he returns no more to the place which once knew him.
Unlike the Daughter of Heaven, Te marama, the moon, which ever ascends to
new life from the Spring of Living Water, man must die: he is devoured by
Hine-nui-te-po, the Great Mother of Nature, the first among the gods; and
man is her food.
Ha, hear now the story of Tiki, our Father, the Father of man!
When Rangi-nui, the great Heaven, and Papa-tu-a-nuku, the far-stretching
earth, were separated from each other, then, my listener, the light shone
over Papa-tu-a-nuku, the mother of Tiki, and he was the first man.
Ah, great was his longing for the power to spread himself out over Papa:
father of mankind he wanted to be! Far, and far, and far he wandered over
Hawaiki, searching and asking, and again and again he wandered forth over
all Hawaiki, his heart full of longing.
Ah, my listener, full of longing was his heart.
At last he came to the river at Hawaiki known by the name of
Wai-matu-hirangi, and from the depth of his desire he cried aloud: ‘Oh,
daughter of Hawaiki, child of the murmuring water, tell me how I may
become the father of mankind. Tell me where may I obtain the power and
from whom?’
And the river Wai-matu-hirangi answered him and said: ‘Ha, Tiki, son of
Heaven and Earth, go and search for the incantations and the powerful
Karakias to the gods who have the desires of man in their keeping, and
when you have obtained them return to me here, for it is here that the
child of man shall be born: out of the murmuring waters at Hawaiki. Go,
and search!’
O, listen to Tiki, our father, the father of man.
Ha!--see how he set out on his search. First he journeyed to the gods of
Te Po, the Lower World, and then he made his toilsome way through the
ten heavens, searching for the sacred incantations and the Karakias, the
object of his mighty quest, and at last, high, high in the uppermost
heaven, he found them--ah, my listener!
Joy made his journey light and the distance easy, and it was with a
gladsome heart that he stood once more by the river in Hawaiki and cried
aloud:
‘Oh, Daughter of the Many Faces, I bring with me the Karakias to the
powerful gods, the great incantations which will give power and ecstasy
to Tiki. See, I bring the incantations for which I went in search.’
Then he knelt down, and, as the gods had commanded him, mixed the sacred
red colour with the soft sands of the shore, and formed a figure like
unto himself, as he saw his own image reflected in the water. Full of
joy, he shaped the body and the limbs, the head and the eyes; and then he
commenced to chant the sacred incantation, the first lines of which are
as follows:
‘From the children at Hawaiki,
Shake in ecstasies
Oh, shake in ecstasies
Oh, Tiki, the Father,
Tiki, the Seeker,
Ha, shake in ecstasies....’
And so, with the help of the Shimmering Heat and the Echo, the power of
multiplying, he gave life to the first woman.
Marikoriko, or Twilight, was the first woman!
Marikoriko, my listener, was not a child of the gods; she was created out
of the sands of the shore and the sacred Red; she takes her descent from
the Shimmering Heat and from the Echo, and she became the first wife of
Tiki, our father.
Many children were born to Tiki and Marikoriko his wife. Their daughter
was Hine-kau-ata-ata, the Floating Shadow. And the children of
Hine-kau-ata-ata began their lives as clouds, wandering across the sky.
They were light, and flew far away till lost to sight in the distance,
or they were heavy and did not move and brooded overhead in rain. Then
it was that Papa-tu-a-nuku, the Earth, lay under the spell of the first
awakening day.
Among the many children of Tiki and Marikoriko were the sons the Power
of Speech and the Power of Growth, who took their sisters to wife, and
Te-a-io-whaka-tangata, ‘He who became man’, was born, and he was the
father of many children--the Maori children of the world.
This is the wisdom of Tiki, our father, and Marikoriko his wife, the
parents of man who peoples the earth. The wisdom of Tiki, our father.
Welcome my guest from the far distance, welcome!
You give pleasure to my eyes, and in your ears has sounded the wisdom of
Tiki.--Welcome, friends of my guest.
Welcome all!
Welcome!”
[Illustration]
Hine-nui-te-po has swallowed the world again and Rangi looks down upon
Papa out of his Eye of Night, the moon, and is slowly unfolding his
beautiful garment, which is adorned with the stars--the eyes of the
braves who fell in battle.
Fiery looks Maru down upon the women who kindle the cooking-fire; Maru
was the god of war in Hawaiki, but he was an evil god, full of anger
and wrath, and from him are descended illness and murder. He had many
enemies, and at last they killed him, and devoured him; but his spirit
flew up to Rangi, there to become the fiery and flashing star.
Rauriki, the oldest among the women who kindle the cooking-fire, murmurs,
for she is old, but she is a woman and murmurs no wisdom; she murmurs
incantations to the fire that it might listen to Maui, who once brought
the fire into the world--to be bright and warm and to cook the food for
the hungry and for the guest.
Silent and peaceful is the night. The Great Mother of Nature swallows
silently a few old songs and the low-toned voices that sound out of the
huts and the whare-puni.
Ngawai, Rauriki’s granddaughter now takes the embers to the whare-puni,
and puts them to the feet of Tiki, to warm and light the house, and
outside Night is working her grand and lonely wonders, while the old men,
squatting around the fire and staring into the flames, narrate of the
terrors of Hine-nui-te-po.
Musing and wondering thoughts light up the glow of the fire in the faces,
fire flashes out of the pawa-shell eyes of the old ancestor, and patches
of light flicker over the group that surrounds the fire, now lighting up
the artistic lines of the tattoo in the faces, now again the phantastic
carvings on the walls, or suddenly brightening a painted ornament, and
covering the rest with impenetrable blackness.
Every line the light reveals, every colour it displays, gives knowledge:
each carved image is a part of the history of the people. It is the
family history of the group around the fire, their history painted by the
god of the fire upon the black garment of night--and with the fire it
will die, swallowed by Hine-nui-te-po. And so in the end all will die,
the words, and the speaker, and the listener: they all will at last be
devoured by Hine-nui-te-po, who has brought forth Rangi and Papa, who has
brought forth Tiki, who made Marikoriko his wife.
Out of the womb of Hine-nui-te-po came the world, and to her all must go
back--as the fire to the ashes.
[Illustration]
II
THE CREATION OF HAWAIKI
“Here friend”--so speaks Ngawai--“sit beside the old man of my people,
and listen to the song of the gods, which is living in the mouth of the
blind Matapo, and know that Truth is dwelling upon his lips. Listen to
his words!”
[Illustration: MATAPO, A BLIND TOHUNGA]
Ah, these are my words to you, my wanderer, the words of the old Matapo,
the oldest of his people, and his eyes are closed and they cannot see
you; but they are opened again towards his heart, and what they see your
eyes cannot perceive, for upon those who dwell in the womb of night rest
his eyes. Listen.
The beginning was J-o, the great atua, the god-power, and the world was
filled by Te-po-nui, the Great Darkness--ah!--Te-po-nui filled all the
space, from the first space to the hundredth, to the thousandth space.
Ha, my listener, then was it that the Atua commenced his great song of
creation, and out of the Darkness sprang forth Life!
And out of the Darkness sprang forth Hine-nui-te-po!
And out of the Darkness sprang forth Te Ao, the Light!
Ha, my listener, Te-Ao--ha!--Te-Ao gave birth to Rangi! Rangi-nui, the
great Heaven.
And again sang the atua his great song of creation, and out of Te-po-nui
sprang forth Tangaroa, the God of the Oceans!
And out of Te-po-nui sprang forth Papa-tu-a-nuku, the far-stretching
Earth.--
Ha, the Earth was created! The Earth, and Rangi, the Heaven.
Ah, Rangi-nui, the great Heaven!
Rangi took Hine-nui-te-po for his wife, and their son was Ha-nui-o-rangi,
the Great Breath of Heaven. And Ha-nui-o-rangi commenced his great
movement, and forth sprang Tawhiri-matea, the father of the winds. And
again Ha-nui-o-rangi commenced his great movement, and Te-ata-tuhi sprang
forth, the First Glimmer of Light.
Te-ata-tuhi was a woman, and Rangi took her to wife. Her daughter was Te
marama, the Moon, and Rangi spoke full of joy:
“O, woman, Te-ata-tuhi, look upon the beauty of Rangi’s daughter; ha, she
is his daughter for which he was longing”; and he made her his eye, his
Eye of Night.
Lightening his path, he went in search of his son. He found the woman Te
wera-wera, the heat, and his heart went out to her, so that he took her
to wife, and Te-Ra was born, Te-Ra, the Sun! Then cried Rangi full of
joy: “O, woman, Wera-wera, look upon the beauty of Rangi’s son--ha, he is
his great son for which he was longing”; and he made him his other eye,
his Eye of the Day.
Ha, my listener, great now was Rangi’s power, Rangi, the Creator! His
eyes beheld with admiration Papa-tu-a-nuku, the far-stretching earth,
shine forth out of the Darkness, and she was of great beauty.
Ah, she was of great beauty, and Rangi made her his wife that together
they might create Hawaiki, and their first son was Rehua. With him were
born the rays of light, and he flew high up into the highest heaven,
which he made his dwelling-place. He became the god of the highest
mountain-peak and of the Locks of Heaven, the Sun-rays, when he stands
highest on the heaven; and he became the ancestor and the ariki (Lord)
over all the spirits and gods in the heavens.
Then Tane was born, and he was the god-power of the masculine sex, and
the father of trees and birds. He and his brothers took Papa-tu-a-nuku
for their dwelling-place.
The next son of Rangi and Papa--ha, listen my wanderer--was Tiki, our
Father, who created Marikoriko, his wife, and became the father of man!
Ah!--
Rangi and Papa!--Ah! Rangi looked upon the Far-stretching Earth out of
his Eye of Night and admired her beauty; and he looked upon her out of
his Eye of Day and his heart was full of joy, so that he spoke:
“O, woman, Papa, nevermore will I be parted from you; together we will be
the world; the parents, Rangi and Papa!”
Then their fourth son was born, Rongo: he was the God-power of Good, and
the atua of the Tapu and the sacred incantations; he was the creator of
the food for man and the wisdom of cooking and the incantations over the
food.
Their fifth son was Tu, the atua of all evil and the god of war.--Ah!----
[Illustration: TANE, THE GOD OF TREES]
As you have opened your ears to the song of the old man, who is your
friend, my listener, so open now your eyes, that they may show you how
night presses upon earth, and darkness has swallowed all, for, know, such
was the night and the darkness which reigned between heaven and earth,
everlasting, from the first time to the hundredth time, to the thousandth
time--Ah, know, my friend, when the world was still dwelling in Te-po-nui
then was it Tangaroa, the God of the Oceans, who had taken Papa-tu-a-nuku
to wife, and their sons were Tinirau, The Many Hundreds, who founded
the Family of the waves which encircle the earth. When Tangaroa had
perceived Te-ata-tuhi, the First Glimmer of Light, he wandered forth to
find the Gate of Day. Ah, far he wandered, far into the last darknesses,
and farther and farther, to the very end of Te-po-nui; but when he came
back, then, ha, my listener, then did he find Rangi the ariki over
Papa-tu-a-nuku.
Ah, the Heaven was the ariki over the earth!
Full of rage, Tangaroa fell upon Rangi, and wounded him terribly, so that
he could not stand and fell upon Papa, and never could lift himself any
more, and no space and no light could come to his sons from this time.
Ah, the sons, whose dwelling-place was upon the earth, they had to live
in darkness and night--ah!--ha!; but the sons!, ha, but the sons! Their
hearts filled with the longing for the light, that happiness might grow
again; and their hearts filled with the longing for space, that the
power, living in them, might be born.
Ha, the longing in the hearts of the children of Rangi and Papa became
the mother of the great incantations which gave them the power to create
space again between heaven and earth so that the light could come to them
like a wife to all.
And the voice of Tu spoke out of the darkness:
“Listen, all my brothers, together let us overcome Rangi, and let us kill
him, for he gives us no room and covers us with blackness! Let us kill
Rangi!”
But, my listener, the voice of Tane spoke out of the darkness, and this
is what he said:
“Listen, all my brothers, how can we kill Rangi? Is he not our Father?
Listen, all my brothers, and this is Tane’s word: No, do not let us kill
him, but let us search for the incantation to compel our brother Rehua
and the host of spirits who dwell outside to help us in our great work,
that we may lift our Father upon the highest mountains. Let us hold the
Karakia that we may become sacred for our work to lift Rangi from Papa.
Let Rangi be far from us, and let us dwell with Papa, our mother.”
Ha, these were the words of Tane!--and all the voices out of the darkness
spoke their consent, and all the voices together chanted the great
incantations to Rehua and the host of gods and spirits calling upon
them to come to their aid. Then, my listener, they commenced the sacred
Karakia which is held to become strong and unconquerable, all together
they chanted this powerful song:
“The night, the night,
The day, the day,
The seeking, the adzing out,
From the seeking the nothing.
Their seeking thought also for their mother,
That man might arise.
Behold this is the word,
The largeness, the length,
The height of their thought,
To free their mother,
That man might live--
This was their counsel.”
Ha, Tu now took the sharp-edged stone, and cut the sinews and bands with
which Rangi pressed the earth to his breast, and frightful were the cries
of the heaven--ah! Then, calling on Rehua, the strength of the sons grew,
and grew, and grew--ah!, my listener, all their strength--but where was
the power that could separate the parents? ah--ah! Rangi the powerful
could not be separated from Papa; Tu could not find strength enough, and
where was the strength of Rongo? And the strength of Tiki? Then came
Tane!
Ah, Tane!
Open the eyes of your mind--as you have opened your ears and your eyes.
Open the eyes of your mind that they may perceive how Tane separated
Heaven and Earth. See how he presses the head of his god-power on the
breasts of Papa--See his hair grow and take root----ah,--See how his
body and his limbs begin to stretch:--high, high above, his feet grow
into branches and boughs--See how his power grows--oh, how he grows
all-powerful into the heaven----Ah, see how his power overcomes the
strength of Rangi!
--Ha, he lifts him!
He lifts the Heaven!
Higher!----
Higher--! Ha, the heaven is high!
Ah, Heaven and earth are separated--!
Hawaiki is born!
Oh, Tane----!
Ah, my listener, Rangi and Papa are separated!----
From high above Rangi sent down many words of farewell, so that they
sounded all over the Far-stretching Earth, and many were his songs of
love to Papa. Ah, his tears still fall upon Papa--they are the dew of the
mornings. And Papa sang words of farewell, and her sighs flew up to Rangi
as white cloud-messengers of love. Ah--.
Great was the love of the parents, my listener----
Great was the strength of the children!--
Your ear has received the wisdom of the creation of Hawaiki, the home of
my people, the Maoris.
[Illustration]
III
THE POI-DANCE
[Illustration: HINE-TE-HAKA]
Out of the semi-darkness of the whare-puni a shrill voice is ringing, and
soon is accompanied by other voices and by clapping of hands, beating
time for a poi-dance.
Discordantly the first voice pierces the bustle, and laughter there is,
and moving and shifting, to make room for the dancers, for the girls and
the young women.
Graceful figures dressed in piu-pius come forward, coyly and laughing,
with whirling of pois[2], taking up their positions, and all is clamour
of getting ready for an amusement, highly enjoyed by spectators and
dancers.
Like clock-work hands are clapping all the while; the shrill voice is
dominating the chorus, and all the old women and the men, squatting
around in a circle, settle down to an inexhaustible song.
In two rows stand the dancers, light in their eyes, grace and laughter in
every movement. Ngawai is leader, Hine-te-haka, “the maiden of dance”.
A sharp cry falls from her lips, and is answered by the dull thud of the
pois, caught in the open left hand after being whirled around the head.
Four times whirl the pois through the air, and four times, perfect in
time, follows the dull thud, while the song is going on and the clapping
of hands. Now another sharp cry comes from Ngawai’s lips and rhythmically
the bodies of the dancers begin to move: slowly, into graceful positions,
while the dried flax-strings, which form the piu-pius, are clapping
against the naked limbs, and the play of the pois commences. An
uninterrupted whirling around the heads, around the shoulders, in the
out-stretched arms, now through the air, before the breasts or behind
the backs, beaten again and again with the dull thud upon hand, head,
shoulder, or floor under the rhythmical movements of the bodies, the soft
stamping of the bare feet, the slapping of the piu-pius and the clapping
of hands, ending again in the four times repeated thud in the open hands.
Enjoyment is in the eyes of the spectators, and happiness seems to
enliven the monotonous song; the clapping of hands sounds joyful, and the
bosoms heave quicker.
Like wonderful birds flutter and whirl the pois around the heads, musical
is the rolling movement of the arms, the bendings and turnings of the
figures, the crashing of the dry flax-strings of the piu-pius against the
bodies: precise are the movements, the thuds of the pois sound as if cast
by a single arm; the rolling, lifting, and stretching, of the arms, the
movements of the heads and shoulders, hips and legs, as if from a single
body.
Quicker grows the clapping of hands, louder shrieks Ngawai, fiercer
become her movements. She stands opposite the dancers: she leads, and all
follow her movements.
A short cry, a hiss, a head thrown back, a wild yell, call forth ever
new, ever graceful, ever circling, combinations, bendings, and turnings.
Whirling, circling, slapping, stamping, becomes the dance; rolling arms,
back-bending heads, moving hips, and heaving breasts--fiercer yet grow
Ngawai’s shrieks, swifter her movements, undistinguishable the mass of
the ever-whirling pois. Full of laughter and grace is every movement of
the vast living body of weaving, rolling, and bending, figures; joy is in
every face, light in the eyes of all. Like black waves floats the hair
around the heads, the bosoms heave quicker and quicker, and the breathing
mingles with the song of the spectators--: a vast, beautiful, ever-moving
body is the whole, with its ever-circling pois.
A loud and joyful cry--and all is over, abrupt, with one thud.
In the sudden silence the dancers flutter about, and settle on the ground
like a swarm of birds; loud is the applause, and Ngawai, with laughing
eyes and quick-heaving bosom, stands before us, and drops the little poi
at our feet.
TRADITION
O, listen who will deny the truth of the old gods? Who can deny the truth
of the Sun-god, Maui?
Everyone is asleep in the whare-puni, asleep, too, is Ngawai.
Murmuringly had Matapo recited how the world was created; deep into the
night had he muttered the wisdom known only to himself and a few still
living Tohungas, the wisdom of generations of gods and ancestors and
heroes of Hawaiki. Then he, too, had dropped off to sleep, and everything
is loneliness and blackness, for Hine-nui-te-po has finished her great
repast, and has devoured the world once more. Only the fire splutters now
and again with flickering life, and answeringly a dim sparkle springs
forth from the eyes of the old ancestor.
Once, ha, once the gods were living at Hawaiki; they were the ancestors
of mankind; they are human beings in the faith of the Maori people,
heroes, who were the authors of superhuman deeds.
How is it possible for Maui to fish this great and beautiful land out
of the ocean? Maui, the hero? But, is not Maui the Sun himself? And is
it not the Sun who destroys the darkness of night so that the eyes of
man can see the land--: Te-ika-a-Maui, or Maui’s fish--swimming on the
endless ocean?--
[Illustration: THE BIRTH OF MAUI AT MAHIKU-RANGI]
Ah, in the dark nights, whilst bending over the fire, was it in the
hearts of the sages and dreamers of generations where these heroes
were born; unshakable grew the faith in them, and with the growth of
generations upon generations it became the Truth.--And is it not Truth?
Is not yonder, with the dawn of the morning, the god commencing his
great daily work again? Is he not preparing to lift out of the ocean of
darkness this great and beautiful land again, his fish, Te-ika-a-Maui?
O, who will deny the truth of the old gods?
Who can deny the truth of the Sun-god, Maui?
Te Ra, the Sun, is the son of Rangi, but Maui is the Sun-god of human
creation; he is the binding link; through him alone is it possible for
man to understand the wonder of the golden Sun.
Hine-nui-te-po, the goddess, once devoured Maui, as the Darkness nightly
devours the Sun, and now keeps enclosed the world. But even now the Sun
is wandering through the caves of the lower worlds--Te Po--to receive new
strength in its fires, and Hine-nui-te-po is lasting upon the earth, and
the hearts of the Maori-people are filled with fear and horror whilst the
Sun is still hidden by the east and Maui, the great hero, is not yet born
with him at Mahiku-Rangi.
The last sparkle of the fire has died away and the pawa-shell eyes of the
old ancestor are swallowed by the Darkness.
O, who will deny the truth of the old gods?
Who can deny the truth of the Sun-god,
[Illustration: Maui]
[2] A poi is a small egg-shaped object made of raupo (reed) and dried,
hanging on a little flax-string.
IV
THE CREATION OF THE STARS
[Illustration: Tane]
Te Ra, the day-eye of Rangi is closing, and sends a last glowing look
over the peacefully dreaming Moana-rarapa, the Lake of the Glittering
Water.
Softly murmurs the lake and reflects the sacred Red with which Tane once
adorned the heaven, whilst over his floating colours black swans are
drifting like dream-thoughts over a beautiful face. Slowly dying away in
blue, deep blue and pure, is the last breath of day silently departing
into the heavens.
A canoe is putting off the shore, and voices of children are heard
leading it light-hearted with mirth and laughter and splashing of water
over the lake, which looks clear and glittering green up to the stars.
Softly now breathes the air, and the mirror is gone--the day has departed.
Muttering departs Hupene, our old friend, in dread of the darkness; with
his mat he is covering our shoulders and he murmurs these words:
[Illustration: TANE SEARCHING FOR THE DWELLING OF THE EVENING STAR AND
THE MORNING STAR]
“Remember, while you are watching the stars on the night-mat of Rangi,
and know, great is the power of the god Tane-Mahuta, and his are the
stars.
Remember, his are the stars.”--
Bright shimmer the stars through the summer night, and the earth breathes
freshness and sleep, leading the heart to rest, and it yet filling with
longing; but from the heaven descends hope, promising the new day and the
future.
[Illustration]
Tane once commenced his great wandering to find adornment for his father,
the heaven, whom he beheld standing high over Papa, naked by day and
lonely and cold by night, and he spoke:
“O, father Rangi, my heart is looking upon you in sorrow, for you are
lonely and cold, and I will go in quest for adornments which shall make
you beautiful to the eyes of Papa and her children.” Thereupon he went on
his way, and, whilst he was wandering through the ten heavens, he found
Te-Kura, the Red Colour, and that he took back with him upon the earth.
Here he rested for seven days and seven nights, and, when his strength
was growing again, he commenced his work, and covered the heaven with the
beautiful red colour. But behold, when he had finished this great work
and descended again to earth, he let his eyes wander over the red sky,
which was stretching now over Papa, and he found that this adornment was
not worthy of his great father, and full of sorrow he took it away again
leaving some of it only at Mahiku-rangi, the End of Heaven. He beheld
now, when Rangi was closing his great eye, sending it down into the Po,
or when he called for it again in the mornings so that it burst forth
out of the Gate of Day, that the beauty of his father at Mahiku-Rangi was
wonderful, but ever and ever it disappeared by day and by night.
Seven days and seven nights he was watching the dying away and bursting
forth again of Rangi’s beauty, and then out of his sorrow he sang these
words up to his father: “Oh, Rangi, still you are cold and dark and
lonely from the first night, to the second night, to the tenth night,
when your daughter Te-marama ascends again out of the Source of Living
Water, so that you look down upon Papa silent and sorrowful. What
adornment can I find for you, that you may be happy and beautiful, and
gladden the heart of Papa, your loved one?”
After he had spoken these words he wandered forth again upon his mighty
search, and all over the world he wandered, and farther and farther still
he wandered, till he came to Tawhiti-nui, the Great Distance; and farther
still, till at last he came to Te-Po, the Lower World. Here he found
Hine-a-te-ao, the Daughter of the Light; she is the guardian of the Gates
of the Lower World, and, tired from his long journey, he slept in her
house.
In the darkness of night he beheld two beautiful stars shining forth;
they were the children of Ira, and their names were Lonely South, and
Shore of Heaven, the morning star, and his heart was glad over their
beauty, so that his eyes could not sleep, and could not but rest upon
them all the night.
In the morning he called Hine-a-te-ao, and showed her the two beautiful
stars shimmering forth out of the darkness of the Po, and asked for them,
for nothing could be more beautiful he thought as an adornment for his
Father Rangi. Hine-a-te-ao answered: “Go, son, and take the stars!” And
again he pleaded: “Oh, Hine, Daughter of the Light, show me the road that
I may go and take the stars.” And Hine-a-te-ao answered: “O, son, far is
the way indeed! Go to the House of Tupu-renga-o-te-Po, the Growing Night:
he is the guardian over the two stars, and his house is standing at
Mahiku-rangi. There ask for the two stars, whose names are Toko-meha and
Te-pae-tai-o-te-rangi; go and take the stars for your father Rangi.”
After Tane had rested, and for seven days and seven nights strengthened
himself through powerful incantations and many Karakias, he went on his
way to Mahiku-rangi, to the House of the Guardian of the Stars, Tupu.
[Illustration: TE-ATUA-TOKO-TANE-MAHUTA.]
When at last he had found Tupu, he pictured the sorrows and the nakedness
of his father, and asked him to give the beautiful stars to Rangi, and
Tupu answered: “Oh, Tane, son of Rangi and Papa, the stars which you
behold shimmering yonder are the sacred holders of the world; they are
Hira-utu, Fish by the Land, Hira-tai, Fish of the Sea; Parinuku, Cliff by
the Earth, and Pari-rangi, Cliff of the Heavens. Yes, it is my wish that
you may adorn Rangi with yonder stars.” And he gave him the Four Sacred
Holders of the World, the stars of the four points of the compass,
and then he gave him the five stars, Ao-tahi, Puaka and Tuku-rua,
Tama-re-reti and Te-waka-a-tama-rereti.
All these stars Tane took away with him and fastened the four sacred
stars in the four corners of Rangi; with the other five he formed a cross
in the South.
Many more stars brought Tupu, and Tane distributed them over Rangi from
the summit of the mountains whilst still the Sun was standing high in the
heavens.
And again sorrow filled his heart when his eyes looked upon his work, for
again he found that the adornment was not worthy of his father Rangi.
But at last he had finished his labour and that was about the time when
the Sun was again entering the Gate of Night. Resting upon Papa, he
watched the beautiful sacred red appear again at Mahiku-rangi, and, when
with the departing sun darkness again filled the world, his wandering
eyes perceived how star upon star commenced to live and shine forth, till
at last Rangi in wonderful beauty was stretching over Papa, and his heart
was full of joy and happiness, and he sang: “O, father Rangi, your beauty
is indescribable; in truth you are now the ariki of Papa, and all her
children will love you!”
Thus had spoken the old friend on the shores of the glittering
Moana-rarapa.
[Illustration]
V
THE CHANT OF RANGI-NUI
[Illustration]
A silent, shimmering ocean of stars encircles the Earth: Rangi in his
indescribable beauty.
Ah, the silent night sends fear into the hearts of the children of Tiki,
and they murmur incantations, for Makutu, the terrible witchcraft, and
the host of evil spirits, are wandering upon earth beneath the glittering
beauty of Tane-Mahuta’s stars.
Of half-forgotten wisdom the old friend had murmured into the listening
ear of the guest, while the people of his tribe had covered their heads
and closed their ears; for dangerous it is to listen unto the wisdom:
“Ten are the heavens who are stretching over Papa, and they together are
Rangi”--so had spoken the old friend.
The lowest heaven is Tawhiri-matea, the dwelling-place of the god of the
winds. It is the heaven of the Floating Air above the earth, and it is
the heaven which gives birth to the sacred red at Mahiku-rangi.
Each heaven is divided from the next by a transparent roof, and so
divided from the first is the second heaven, which forms the path for the
Sun and the Moon, and which is the dwelling-place of the heat of the day.
The third heaven is the place for the lakes and the waters. The God of
Winds is often rushing over them from one end of the heavens to the
other, and that makes the waters spray and splash, and causes them to
fall as rain down upon earth. Rehua once, in terrible wrath, stamped upon
the bottom of this heaven so that it broke, and all the waters rushed
down upon the earth as a Deluge.
In these three heavens is Maru, the governing god; from here it is that
he inspires the children of earth with great deeds, that the spirits of
the slain braves may live here as stars on the heavens of Maru, the God
of War.
The fourth heaven is Tawhaki, and from this heaven are the spirits of man
sent down upon Earth to enter there into the children, new-born to life.
[Illustration: NGAWAI, A MAORI CHIEFTAINESS]
The next heaven is the home of the lower and lesser gods, who are the
slaves of the gods who live in the highest heavens.