Camp Fire Yarns of the Lost LegionHamilton-Browne, G.
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Camp Fire Yarns of the Lost Legion
Hamilton-Browne, G.
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Warfare; New Zealand -- History -- Anecdotes; Zulu War, 1879
My pipe finished, I determined to sleep if I could, so as to be fresh
in the morning, and also to try to get rid of the feeling of solitude
that now attacked and surprised me. I had frequently had to pass the
night alone, aye, many a time, without fire or food, not daring to
light the one and having none of the other; yet I had never felt so
lonely or deserted before; for although I well knew there was nothing
in the New Zealand bush that could hurt me, still I kept on looking
over my shoulder, or glancing to right and left into the darkness, and
I could now realise the feelings that men who had been lost and found
had tried to describe to me. They had been tenderfoots. Faugh! I was
an old hand; I had never funked the Hau Haus when they had been on the
warpath after me. Why now should I let these childish qualms assail
me and funk shadows? Yet they were there; and I confess them to you so
that you may know how absolutely necessary it is for you, in case you
should ever be in the same fix, no matter how experienced you are, to
keep a tight hold over yourself, and not let your nerves get away with
you. Rolling myself up in my shawl, I lay down on my fern bed (a very
comfortable bed it is too, if you know how to make it properly) and,
thinking over my plans for the morrow, went to sleep.
I awoke at daybreak refreshed and fit. A cold bath in the creek. A
good breakfast. Then selecting a huge tree, I climbed it by shinning
up one of the big pendent vines, and had a good look round. I had
hoped to be able to see the lake, but could see nothing of it; nor
could I recognise any of the loftier mountains; but I knew the lake
must be to the westward of me, and as there seemed to be a higher
range in that direction I determined to make for it, though I could
see no spur running in a direct line towards it. I therefore descended
and, carefully blazing the big tree under which I had camped, started,
taking care to blaze all the trees on my line. My reason for doing so
(and bear it in mind) was, I had reached the spot where I found myself
lost, without going down into any of the deep valleys that surrounded
me. Had I done so, I must have remembered the fact, as all the valleys
were full of dense undergrowth, and I should have had to cut a road
through it.
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