In the extremity of their terror the Maori fled into their _whare_ and covered their heads. It was now only too plain that the _Patupaiarehe_ were abroad upon that awful night of nights. Yet worse was to come upon the morrow. II On the 14th of August, 1642, the distinguished circumnavigator, Abel Janssen Tasman, left Batavia in his yacht _Heemskirk_ with a fly-boat, _Zeehaen_ (Sea-hen), dancing in his wake, to investigate the polar continent which Schouten and Le Maire, his countrymen, claimed to have found, and which they had named Staaten Land. It was on the 13th of December in the same year that, after discovering Tasmania, the commodore came one radiant evening within long sight of what he calls a "high, mountainous country." This was the west coast of the Middle Island, then for the first time seen by the eyes of white men, or so it is reasonable to believe; for the claims made by France and Spain to priority of discovery are based upon wholly insufficient grounds. A few days later Tasman cast anchor in the bay to the west of that bay which bears his name, and at whose south-eastern extremity the town of Nelson now flourishes. Tasman himself gave a name to the bay in which he anchored, but not until he was about to leave it. A glance at the map will make it clear that both of these bays wash the northern shore of the Middle Island, _Te Wai Pounamou_, "The Waters of Greenstone." III The sun had not yet set when Tasman's anchors splashed into the bay and the sight of the strange white faces sent the Maori scurrying into their _whare_. An hour must elapse before the long-lingering day faded into night, and an hour is time and to spare for brave men to recover their confidence, however badly their nerves have been shaken. So it came about that, before nightfall, the chief and his warriors issued from their _whare_, and low voices muttered questions which no one could answer. One thing, however, had become clear in that time of fear and hesitancy. So at length: "They are men like ourselves," the chief said reassuringly. "There is no doubt about it, for I have been watching them from my _matapihi_.[52] Their faces are white and their canoes differ from ours, but they have no desire to quarrel. On the other hand, they continually signal, inviting us to visit them. I believe them to be friendly. My children, let us take a nearer look at these Pakeha. Fear nought. Atua fights for the Maori. Come!" Accustomed to obey the word of their chief, the Maori manned a couple of canoes and paddled out towards the ships.