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
"First, why did the chief attack us? We were on a visit of
ceremony, not of war. Yet he, having a big army, and the Waikatos
at the time avoiding him, must find war for his men. In so much he
was right, and that I understand. Again, he showed great knowledge
of war, by only sending small bodies of men against us, he having
so many that we should have been crushed at once had he sent them
all at the same time. He also showed his great wisdom by sending
us powder in the iron balls, which also kept us awake at night, so
that we might be ready in case he attacked us. But as he did not
attack us during the night, it was folly, as a fighting man needs
rest. That he did not want to kill us we know, or he would not
have made whole the wounded men. Again, he could not have wanted
the pah itself, to dwell in, or he would not have tried to destroy
it with his big guns. And he knew we had no food or water, so must
all perish from thirst, in a few days, when he could gain the pah
without losing any men at all. He could not want our arms, as his
men do not use double-barrelled guns, and if he took them from us
we should have been unable to fight him, in case he saw fit to
come to Taupo from the Waikato, seeking war. No, he must have
wanted to let each of his tribes enjoy the honour of fighting us
in their proper turn. But then why, O Te Parione, did he forbid us
food and water? How could he expect us to render full justice to
his men when our great thirst even prevented us from crying our
war-cries, or fighting in such a manner as would confer honour on
his men whose turn came late. As it was, we could only manage to
hold out long enough to fight five of his tribes: and he had many.
"And now, Te Parione, the night grows old, and I have talked much.
Thinking of Orakau excites my thirst and the rum bottle is empty.
At daylight you go to shoot ducks, and it is needful to sleep.
Think over what I have asked you, and to-morrow night, when we
talk once again on war, you will be able to set my mind at rest on
these matters. War is a great art, and we are never too old to
acquire wisdom. Perchance that white chief had reasons that, if I
understood, would exalt my name should I practise them when we
fight again. Till then, my guest, rest in peace."
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