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
"One day we heard they were quite near, and our hearts were glad,
as perhaps we should get our desire and gaze on them. Next day
they came in sight, long columns of them, each man in his place.
And it was good to look at them. They were in great numbers. We
had never seen so many men at one time, and our hearts grew dark
within us at their might and order. Instead of passing on their
way as we expected, some of them turned to the right and some
moved to our left, until we were quite surrounded; and when they
were all placed they stood still and remained quiet. We were
surprised and in great wonder; nor could we understand the meaning
of this, until there came to us, as herald, the mouth
(interpreter) of their war chief, who told us, in the name of the
Great White Queen, to give up the pah, lay down our arms, and
render ourselves prisoners to the white men. Our head chief told
him that we could not do this, that we were not there to fight
against the white man, but that we were Taupo and Uriwera Maoris,
that we were on a visit of ceremony to the Waikatos, and that we
had no anger or cause against the soldiers. But the white chief
was mad, and sent the mouth again, saying we must give up the pah
to him or he would attack us.
"Our hearts were very dark with fear at the might and number of
the soldiers, and we discussed the situation. How could we give up
the pah? Had not the Waikatos lent us their pah to live in? And
were we not responsible for the honour of it? How could we give it
up? No, we must guard the pah with our lives, or our disgrace
would resound through the land and our shame live for ever. We had
no wish to fight the soldiers, but we must. Now the white man is
not ceremonious, for he gave us no time to dress for war, dance
the war-dance, nor even to utter our war-cries; for as soon as the
herald returned to his chief we saw a taua (war party) leave their
army and come straight for the outer fence, and we had to hasten,
so as to get into the trench and flanking angles.
"Very great is the courage of the soldiers, but great is their
folly; for this taua moved all in a body, close together, with a
young chief walking in front of them with his sword in his hand.
Soon they came near, and the young chief raised his sword and
shouted. The taua at once rushed at us, all of them shouting loud.
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