by BARBARA PARKER
With their ' white-winged birds ' the pale men sailed down the Western Trades to find a land: they called it New Zealand. Here the summer days belong to the white stranger and his Polynesian neighbour. But the swift-falling nights still belong to the law of the Tapu and the ghosts of Polynesia.
Other parts plaved by members of the BBC Drama Repertory Company Produced by MICHAEL BAKEWELL
