The old frontier: Te Awamutu, the story of the Waipa Valley: The missionary, the soldier, the pioneer farmer, early colonization, the war in Waikato, life on the Maori border and later-day settlementCowan, James
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The old frontier: Te Awamutu, the story of the Waipa Valley: The missionary, the soldier, the pioneer farmer, early colonization, the war in Waikato, life on the Maori border and later-day settlement
Cowan, James
Te Awamutu (N.Z.) -- History; Waipa District (N.Z.) -- History
“I can well remember the first sight we got in the distance of the
steeple of the church at the Rev. Mr Morgan’s mission station at Te
Awamutu, for some of the party were getting a bit tired when it came
into sight, and it seemed to put new life into them. The natives at
Rangiaowhia had made preparations for a goodly party, as they had two
days’ racing in hand. They allotted to us a large, newly-erected whare,
the floor being covered with native mats, and it was on them that we
indulged in sweet sleep. There was a line of whares erected on the
crown of Rangiaowhia Hill, from which we could obtain a fine view of
the surrounding country, and it all had a grand appearance in our eyes.
There was a long grove of large peach trees and very fine fruit on
them. Such a waste of fruit it seemed to us, but of course they were of
no value there. One never sees such trees of peaches now. We, the
Europeans, must be the cause by the importation of pests from other
countries. A large portion of the ground round the hill was carrying a
very good crop of wheat, for the Maoris believed in that as a crop, and
they used to convert it into flour at the various flour-mills they had.
It was of a very good quality, and some of the Waikato mills had a name
for the flour they produced, a good deal of which was put on the
Auckland market, being taken down the Waikato, via Waiuku and Onehunga.
It had taken our canoe party about three weeks to reach this, our
journey’s end, but there was no iron horse then by which to make a
rapid journey. Now it is only part of a day’s journey to get to the
same spot.
“We spent several days in our camp on the Rangiaowhia Hill, taking
walks and viewing the country. We attended the races, which afforded
some good sport, all being managed by the natives, assisted by some
pakeha-Maoris of the neighbourhood. They were white men living a Maori
life. Some of them had been well-brought-up young men, rather wild
perhaps, who had drifted away from home and had taken up an idle life
among the natives, getting regular remittances from their people at
Home.
“The Maoris provided all their pakeha friends with a most excellent
meal on the ground, and peaches galore, as well as horses to ride. We
rode some distance round to view the country, the Maori flour-mills,
and cultivation. There were a lot of good cattle and horses about, and
the crops of wheat and patches of potatoes were particularly good,
although no bonedust was used in those days. The Roman Catholics had a
very nice place of worship at Rangiaowhia, where regular worship was
conducted. There were mission stations all up the Waikato and Waipa
Rivers in those days, and as far as Te Awamutu.”
Everywhere the Maoris of those days showed the travellers on their six
weeks’ trip the greatest hospitality. On the canoe voyage the pakehas
called in here and there at native settlements and got a supply of
pork, potatoes, and peaches.
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