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
‘The house is one mass of flame—it is near falling—when another Maori
bursts from it, gun in hand, and drops pierced by bullets while
dauntlessly aiming at the foe. As he fell the timbers of the roof bent
inward, the house tottered, and with a crash crumbled to pieces on the
well-fought ground.
“Seven charred bodies of Maoris and the first Defence Corps man were
found among the blackened ruins. That fortress had held ten defenders.
What would not ten hundred of such defenders do when properly armed and
commanded? Yet I am sorry to say that much of this unyielding desperate
disposition is based upon one of the worst if the strongest features in
Maori character.
“After the fall of the house there remained nothing to do at
Rangiaowhia. The General, fearing the results of straggling in such a
rambling, extensive community as this, together with the presumed
absence of water in the most important military points, decided on
returning to Te Awamutu.
“On our way to Te Awamutu I had occasion to observe the peculiar
insensibility to wounds in Maoris; the same that I had previously
observed in North American Indians. I had seen an immense, brawny Maori
lying on the ground covered with blood, Dr. Mouat, V.C., of the Staff,
attending him with his usual skill and celerity. I thought that kindly
attention but thrown away, for the Maori had a sabre cut over the head,
a revolver bullet in his mouth, a shot through the liver, and a sabre
cut over the back. He was carried in a stretcher half way to Te
Awamutu, when he insisted on getting out, and walked the remainder of
the way. I saw him the following day in hospital, sitting up among the
female prisoners, chatting in such an unconcerned way and with such
equanimity of expression in his features that I doubted the evidence of
my eyes that this could be the same man I had seen on the previous day
with four wounds, each of which would have prostrated for some time a
European.”
A veteran of No. 1 Company of Forest Rangers, Mr Wm. Johns, of Auckland
(formerly of Te Rahu), gives the following account of his experiences
at Rangiaowhia:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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