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When he arrived, the place was almost deserted, the Maoris being elsewhere in council. He sought out the grave of Te-Whero-Whero, bowed his head in tribute over it, and there stood to ruminate on old associations. Thus the Maoris discovered him, to their astonishment, and they cried: 'Come here! Come here! If there had been no welcome for him the Maori cry would have been: 'Go away! Go away!
In these Maori villages it was remarked that sanitary arrangements were provided, such as, says Beckmann in his History of Inventions, did not exist in the palace of the King of Spain at that time.
The explanation of this lies in the Maori habit of taking up their positions without either provisions or water. A greatly superior enemy, therefore, had only to surround them. They then, in the course of two or three days at the outside, had either to surrender at discretion or try the desperate course of breaking through the hostile lines.
In the New Zealand law occurs this: "The word person wherever it occurs throughout the Act includes woman." That is promotion, you see. By that enlargement of the word, the matron with the garnered wisdom and experience of fifty years becomes at one jump the political equal of her callow kid of twenty-one. The white population of the colony is 626,000, the Maori population is 42,000.
Up to that moment I thought the pair were arguing in some unfamiliar tongue, but suddenly their conversation gripped me, and I strained my ears to listen. "There's the white waterfall," chanted the Maori. "Yes, the white waterfall," repeated the Fijian. "An' you go along sixty paces." "To the right?" questioned the Fijian. "No! To the left, you fool!" screamed his companion.
I waited a minute to master the state of parties, then galloped straight between them, and called out "Stop! Stop!" Amazed at my appearance, they just shouted along their ranks "Te Kuwana" the Maori effort to say "The Governor." 'As I had ridden into the fusilade, a chief was shot in the neck, with the penalty that he could never afterwards turn his head.
The native no longer saw anyone, but bid down the saw and said, "I shall go across the river; my brother is dead." The Maori spoke no more, but got into his canoe and pulled across. When he arrived at the landing-place, he met people coming to fetch him. His brother had just died. I knew him well. In answer to inquiries as to his authority for this narrative, Mr.
On the Wanganui River, numbers of lapsed Maoris have returned to the Church; while in the Bay of Plenty and around Rotorua, a great improvement has been manifest during the last few years an improvement largely due to the efforts of Goodyear, Bennett, and the native clergy. But, on the whole, the Maori of to-day is difficult to reach. He has seen too much to be easily moved to wonder.
"All right, you go to the left," muttered the rebuked one. "An' that's the way to heaven!" cried the Maori. "The way to heaven," echoed the Fijian; then the two lifted up their voices and chanted: "That's the way to heaven, That's the way to heaven, That's the way to heaven out Of Black Fernando's hell." The incident stirred my curiosity.
He therefore set out for Taranaki, and went amongst the Maori camps, urging the observance of the laws of civilised warfare. His life was often in extreme danger, but the white bands which he always wore usually secured the respect of friend and foe. After much discouragement, he succeeded in gaining the consent of the Waikatos to spare the wounded, to exchange prisoners, and to tend the sick.
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