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THE MAORIS.

ho are those, uncle?” asked Rick.

Uncle Nat was riding out into the coun-
try with his nephews, accompanied bye Mr. Arden,
-a New Zealand acquaintance.

“Those, those are—” and Uncle Nat stopped.

“Those are Maoris,’ said Mr. Arden, answer-
ing for Uncle Nat.

“ Maoris? Oh, I remember Ralph told about
them,” added. Rick, “in his piece on New Zea-
land. They are the real natives.”

The men in this group of Maoris were stal-
wart and tall; a little darker than Spaniards.

 

Two women were with them, dressed in dirty calico

RICK.

gowns and wearing ornaments of green stone. The
hair of these women was curly and long, and their eyes black enough
to go on a blackberry bush. One held a pipe between her teeth,
and tattooes were on her face. During this visit the doctor had
taken out his pencil and sketching paper, and he began to draw
the face of the elder woman. But the subject of the sketch was
not pleased with it, and told the doctor the reason; because he
had omitted the tattooing on her face.

“Oh, is that it?” said the doctor. “I always mean to be ac-
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