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
III. A CONVERSION THAT FAILED 257
IV. JACK ASHORE IN 1871 265
V. THE CONVERSION OF MIKE O'LEARY 275
VI. BUSHED 283
VII. THE NON-COM.'S REVENGE 293
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
T. F. KYNNERSLEY OF LEIGHTON SALOP, CAPT. AND
S.O. OF L.H., 1879 _Frontispiece_
REWI FIGHTING CHIEF OF THE WAIKATOS _to face page_ 20
GATEWAY TO MAORI KIANGA " 56
A MAORI GIRL " 80
YARN SPINNING IN SOUTH AFRICA " 214
TE TARATA, THE WHITE TERRACE, ROTOMAHANA " 192
THE CONVERSION OF MIKE O'LEARY " 280
THE NEGLECTED SOLDIER
Fame is but a fleeting shadow,
Glory but an empty name;
Spite of all that I have gone through,
'Tis, I find, a losing game:
Without interest, without money,
Nothing can a soldier gain;
Though he be the sole survivor
Of a host of comrades slain:
What avail these glitt'ring honours,
Which a queen laid on my breast;
Though I've sought them from my childhood,
Would I'd fallen with the rest:
Then my heart had not been broken
Life had fled without a sigh;
Hunger presses--I am fainting--
Ought a soldier thus to die?
THE OLD SHEKARRY.
CAMP-FIRE YARNS OF THE LOST LEGION
PART I
CHAPTER I
THE MAORI AS I KNEW HIM
Camped in a London flat, sick of the turmoil, rows and worries of the
big city, with its pushing, hurrying and ill-mannered crowds, can it
be wondered at that I let my thoughts often wander far away to the
days of my early manhood, when I passed over ten years in the dense
and silent, though beautiful, bush of New Zealand, or rode across the
wild, open and breezy plains of its inland plateaus? During this time
I had ample opportunities for observing and studying the natives, both
in war and peace: in the former especially, as I not only fought
against them, but I also fought side by side with the brothers,
cousins and quondam friends of the very men we were engaged against.
Queer, very queer, people they were, and, to describe them in a few
words, I should pronounce them to be bundles of contradictions, whose
faults made them hateful, but whose many good qualities rendered them
one of the most charming race of people it has ever been my lot to
meet. They have been described by numerous writers far more capable
than myself, and whose pens are far more graphic than my own, but yet
perhaps a few traits in their many-sided characters, that I have
experienced myself, may interest you.
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