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
"This was quite right, for, if they had continued to fire, we
could not have left the underground houses, and then should not
have had time to get into the trenches to welcome the soldiers.
This made us think better of the white chief, who, we now saw, was
most ceremonious, as he again only sent as many men against us as
we could contend with on equal terms. And in all things, except
the matter of food and water, he proved himself to be a great and
wise war chief.
"The hapu (tribe) of soldiers sent against us this time was not
the same tribe as that which had attacked us previously, as they
wore another number on their head-dress. And this was as it should
be, for the chief had many different tribes in his army, and each
of these must be given a chance of honour. But he must have been
blind in his great folly, as if he wished to send all his tribes,
each in its turn, against us, at the same time refusing us food
and water, how could he expect us to keep our hearts strong, so as
to be able to resist in a befitting manner those whose turn came
later on? Then again our powder would fail. But this he had
provided against, as I will tell you shortly.
"Now this new taua acted just the same as the other had done. They
all moved in a body, and when the chief, who walked in front,
raised his weapon they all ran forward to try and tear down the
outer fence. Some of them had also brought with them large
tomahawks with which to cut it down, and Rewi called to us to use
our second shots on these men. Shouting loudly, the taua charged
at us, and when they reached within six fathoms of us our fire
rushed to meet them. Many of them fell, and those who reached the
fence failed to break in, though they did all that brave men could
do. The men with the tomahawks were soon shot down, and the fight
waxed very hot, although our war-cries were small, our thirst
being very great.
"Soon the bugle again called, and the white men went back slowly
and in great anger, some of them shaking their hands at us and
swearing loudly. But this we did not heed greatly, as we had
decided, among ourselves, that this was their custom and that they
did so with no intent to insult us, who had done them no wrong.
"Soon the big guns began to shoot again: this time at the
pekaranga (outer fence), so as to try and break it down. But the
fence was made of very many slender manuka poles, lashed firmly to
many cross-pieces, these being made fast to stout posts set firmly
in the ground, the lower part of the fence being just clear of the
ground, so that we could fire under it from the trench that was
just behind it. And behind this trench, in which we stood, were
the earthworks and heavy palisading of the pah.
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