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
The evening meal being over, the chiefs would gather round their
guest, and, if he should happen to be a man of any importance, long
and deep would be the conversation: the subjects ranging from the
health and doings of the Great White Queen and her governor, to the
most trivial topics of the day. Each man in his turn would state his
ideas and reasons, and was listened to with attention; while the
guest's words were carefully weighed, and even, if his hearers
disagreed with him, the arguments adduced to refute his statements
were always expressed in a manner so polite, and in words so carefully
chosen, that it was impossible for him to feel personally hurt in
regard to his _amour propre_. Of course if the visit had been
premeditated the stranger would have come amply supplied with tobacco,
which would be passed round, and accepted with a _bien aise_ that
quite disguised, or rather hid, their intense longing for it, and
would be enjoyed with many a hearty grunt of satisfaction and
approbation. Then the girls would haka (dance with songs) in the
moonlight, some of them having placed glow-worms and fireflies in
their hair. And the sight of flashing eyes, gleaming white teeth,
flowing locks and lovely, swaying figures was sufficient to have made
old Saint Anthony himself sit up; although the words of the songs
that accompanied the dances, and the gestures that in part composed
them, were of a nature to shock a far less austere saint, and would
perhaps have even extracted a blush from an habitué of the old-time
Jardin Mabille.
Late night would put an end to the festivities, and the stranger, all
his comforts well seen to, might retire to his fern bed in peace.
It was a point of honour among the Maoris to protect their guest, as
it was a point of honour, on the part of the guest, to stand by his
hosts. In the yarn I spun about Orakau, I pointed out how the Taupo
and Uriwera tribes refused to render up the pah lent to them to dwell
in by the Waikatos, and that sooner than do so they fought to the
bitter end. Again, in 1811, when Te Kooti, flying from us, took refuge
in the King Country, and demanded the protection of the Waikatos, this
was readily granted him; and the Waikato tribes, although they had no
personal esteem for him, much less love or even family ties, would
have gone to war with us rather than have surrendered him, had the New
Zealand Government demanded him from them.
A Maori tribe considered it most unfortunate should even an accident
befall a guest while dwelling in one of their villages; for if such an
occurrence should happen, they ran the risk of being chaffed and held
up to ridicule, by the surrounding tribes, for their inability to take
care of a visitor.
Much more so was this the case during war-time. Should a white officer
be detailed for duty to a native contingent, he would be looked after
and his safety guarded in ways almost ludicrous and by no means
congenial to himself.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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