He continued--"I give my _mere_ to my pakeha,"--"my two old wives will hang themselves,"--(here a howl of assent from the two old women in the rear rank)--"I am going; be brave after I am gone." Here he began to rave; he fancied himself in some desperate battle, for he began to call to celebrated comrades who had been dead forty or fifty years. I remember every word--"Charge!" shouted he--"Charge! _Wata_, charge! _Tara_, charge! charge!" Then after a short pause--"Rescue! rescue! to my rescue! _ahau! ahau! rescue!_" The last cry for "rescue" was in such a piercing tone of anguish and utter desperation, that involuntarily I advanced a foot and hand, as if starting to his assistance; a movement, as I found afterwards, not unnoticed by the superstitious tribe. At the same instant that he gave the last despairing and most agonizing cry for "rescue," I saw his eyes actually blaze, his square jaw locked, he set his teeth, and rose nearly to a sitting position, and then fell back dying. He only murmured--"How sweet is man's flesh," and then the gasping breath and upturned eye announced the last moment. The _tohunga_ now, bending close to the dying man's ear, roared out, "_Kia kotahi ki te ao! Kia kotahi ki te ao! Kia kotahi ki te po!_" The poor savage was now, as I believe, past hearing, and gasping his last "_Kia kotahi ki te ao!_"--shouted the devil priest again in his ear, and shaking his shoulder roughly with his hand--"_Kia kotahi ki te ao!--Kia kotahi ki te po!_" Then giving a significant look to the surrounding hundreds of natives, a roar of musketry burst forth. _Kia kotahi ki te ao!_ Thus in a din like pandemonium, guns firing, women screaming, and the accursed _tohunga_ shouting in his ear, died "Lizard Skin," as good a fighting man as ever worshipped force or trusted in the spear. His death on the whole was thought happy; for his last words were full of good omen:--"How sweet is man's flesh." Next morning the body had disappeared. This was contrary to ordinary custom, but in accordance with the request of the old warrior. No one, even of his own tribe, knows where his body is concealed, but the two men who carried it off in the night. All I know is that it lies in a cave, with the spear and tomahawk beside it.