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
An hour after the great canoe had reached it he exclaimed in a tone of
intense satisfaction, "There is Ryan coming down to the beach. Thank
heaven he is safe!" The first-mate was seen to take his place in a small
canoe, which at once rowed off to the ship. The captain shook him
heartily by the hand as he stepped on deck. "Thank heaven you have got
back safely, Ryan! it has been a hazardous business, and I shall take
care to let the owners know how you have risked your life by going
ashore in their service. Well, how have you succeeded?"
"I found a grand pine growing within thirty or forty yards of the water,
about a quarter of a mile beyond that point to the left. As I expected,
the natives had no idea of using the axes for such a purpose. When I
left them a party were piling wood round the foot of the tree, and I
have no doubt they will soon get it down in their own way. I suppose
they will waste ten or twelve feet at the base, but that is of no
consequence, for the tree is long enough and to spare to make us a
fair-sized mainmast."
"That is right; and as it is so close to the water we can send a boat to
see how they are getting on. How about water?"
"They showed me a spring about fifty yards from the beach, nearly facing
us. There is plenty of water there, and it is perfectly fresh and sweet,
for I tasted it. If they make any bother about bringing it off, a couple
of boats with well-armed parties could fetch it without difficulty as
the distance is so short."
"That is capital, Ryan. I hope our difficulties are pretty well over,
and that we shall get off without any trouble with these fellows."
"I hope so, sir. They certainly seemed friendly enough with me on
shore."
In the evening Mr. Ryan, with a crew of six men, went in the captain's
gig to see how the natives were getting on with the tree. The men had
their muskets and cutlasses laid under the thwarts in readiness for
action. The natives, however, appeared perfectly friendly. The crews of
several of the canoes near which they passed shouted some sort of
greeting, but paid no other attention to them. On rounding the point the
first officer steered straight for the tree he had chosen. A light smoke
was ascending from its foot, and half a dozen natives were gathered
there. When close to the spot he ordered the men to turn the boat round
and back her ashore.
"I am going to land, lads," he said, "and see how they are getting on. I
do not think that there is the least danger, but you had best keep in
readiness to row off the instant I jump on board."
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