Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand WarHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand War
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Juvenile fiction; New Zealand -- History -- Juvenile fiction
"It is one of the most scandalous cases of neglect that I ever heard of,
and Lambert ought to be tried by court-martial, though that would not
bring all these people to life again. However there is one thing
certain, the news of this affair will create such a sensation throughout
the island that even the incapable government at Auckland, who have
disregarded all the urgent requests for aid against Te Kooti, will be
forced to do something, and I sincerely hope they will despatch Whitmore
with a strong force of constabulary to wipe out Te Kooti and his band.
It is curious how things come about. Almost all these poor fellows who
have been killed belonged to the Poverty Bay militia, who refused to
press on with Whitmore in pursuit of Te Kooti. Had they done so, the
addition of thirty white men to his force might have made all the
difference in that fight you had with him, and in that case Te Kooti
would have been driven far up the country, and this massacre would never
have taken place."
It was a great relief to Mrs. Renshaw when Wilfrid reached the village.
She was not given to idle fears, and felt convinced that he was running
no real danger; for she knew Mr. Atherton would not have left him by
himself had he not been perfectly convinced there was no danger of
pursuit. Still she felt a weight lifted off her mind when she saw the
party entering the village.
"Well, mother, you must have had a terrible journey of it yesterday,"
Wilfrid said, after he had assured her that he felt none the worse for
what had passed, and was indeed stronger and better than he had been two
days before.
"It was a terrible journey, Wilfrid. Fourteen miles does not seem such a
very long distance to walk, though I do not suppose I ever walked as far
since I was a girl; but the weight of the stretcher made all the
difference. It did not feel much when we started, but it soon got
heavier as we went on; and though we changed sides every few minutes it
seemed at last as if one's arms were being pulled out of their sockets.
We could never have done it if it had not been for Mr. Atherton. He kept
us cheery the whole time. It seems ridiculous to remember that he has
always been representing himself as unequal to any exertion. He was
carrying the greater part of the weight, and indeed five miles before we
got to the end of our journey, seeing how exhausted we were becoming, he
tied two sticks six feet long to our end of the poles, and in that way
made the work a great deal lighter for us, and of course a great deal
heavier for himself. He declared he hardly felt it, for by that time I
had torn two wide strips from the bottom of my dress, tied them
together, and put them over his shoulders and fastened them to the two
poles; so that he got the weight on his shoulders instead of his hands.
But in addition to Mr. Sampson's weight he carried Milly perched on his
shoulder the last eight miles. He is a noble fellow."
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