Camp Fire Yarns of the Lost LegionHamilton-Browne, G.
History
Camp Fire Yarns of the Lost Legion
Hamilton-Browne, G.
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Warfare; New Zealand -- History -- Anecdotes; Zulu War, 1879
judicious management, we could work many miracles to our mutual
advantage.
All these terms having been agreed to, Satan's representative among
the Arawa departed, and the next morning all his congregation,
accompanied by many of their country friends, returned, when a big
tangi with much feasting and dancing took place; but even my very best
friends looked askance at me for a long time, while for some weeks the
majority of the women, girls and children would fly from me as if I
had the plague.
You must not think for a moment that this avoidance was caused by ill
will, or that the old chiefs bore me any malice for the shameful trick
I had played them, or that I was fined the rum, flour, etc., for the
evil I had done. Not a bit of it. I was mulct for my misfortune, not
for my fault. In their eyes no fault had been committed. If Moses
himself had returned to tell them I had played them a trick, they
would not have believed him. No; had they not seen the beast come out
of my hand at the very moment I was relating my dream? Trick indeed,
not much. They looked on me as an awful example of misfortune, and
therefore as a fit and proper personage to be politely robbed.
Yes, robbed. Had I been a Maori, not only myself but all my family
would have been robbed of every single article we possessed in the
world, in payment for the affliction of bad luck that had fallen on
me; but as I was a white man this could not be done, so I was fined.
For is not this in accordance with the ancient custom or law of Muru,
which authorises a man smitten by a sudden calamity to be plundered of
all he possesses? And what greater calamity was possible to mortal man
than to have an obscene lizard grow out of his hand? Therefore I was
fined. As for trick, nonsense! What man dare make fun of, or render
ridiculous, the dignity and majesty of the head chiefs of the Arawa
tribe?
I think I may say a few more words on this extraordinary law of
muru--a law that Europeans regarded with laughter and contempt; yet it
worked very well among the natives, and should any family have met
with misfortune and the law not have been put in force against them,
they would have considered themselves not only slighted, but insulted.
It also, among others, contained one salient good quality, as it
caused all personal portable property constantly to change hands, for
the family that was plundered one day would, in the ordinary course of
events, rob some other family a few days afterwards, so that a canoe,
blanket or any household utensil might pass through many hands and, if
not worn out during its transits, might at last return to its original
possessor. Yet to a white man it did seem funny that a party of
natives _en route_ to visit another family, and whose canoe should be
capsized when landing, were not only robbed of their canoe, but that
the unlucky ones would have considered themselves insulted had not
their friends immediately annexed it.
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