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
Some of the isolated settlers supplied themselves with small armouries
of weapons for defence in case their homes were attacked. In our Orakau
homestead there were, beside the cavalryman’s regulation arms, a
double-barrel gun and a Spencer repeating carbine, a novel weapon in
those days, American make; it was the U.S.A. cavalry arm. It held eight
cartridges, fed in a peculiar way, by spring action through the heel of
the butt.
Towards the Puniu, on a lonely hill where a few bluegums mark the site
of a long-razed dwelling, there lived an old soldier who had been a
gold-digger, and he devised a method of winning safety, in case of an
attack, which would naturally suggest itself to an ex-miner. He dug a
tunnel from the interior of his little house to a point on the
hill-side, concealed with a growth of fern and shrubs; there he
considered he could make his escape into the scrub if his assailants
burned his house over his head.
There was another pioneer, a veteran of Jackson’s Forest Rangers, now
living in Auckland. He told me of his preparations for defence on his
section, which was partly surrounded by bush, at Te Rahu, a short
distance from Te Awamutu. There was an old Maori potato-pit, one of the
funnel-shaped ruas, not far from the house, and this he determined in
one period of alarm to convert into a little garrison-hold. He made it
a comfortable sleeping-place with layers of fern and blankets, and
after dark at night he cautiously retired there with his carbine and
two or three other shooting-irons and plenty of ammunition, and spent
the night with an easy mind. His companion was his little daughter—his
wife had died—and there the pair rested till morning. To make his
retreat doubly secure the ex-Ranger had dug a short tunnel from his
rifle-pit, emerging in the fern, so as to have a way of retreat in case
his stronghold was forced. The place was quite an ingenious little
castle; and, as he said, would probably have been secure even had his
home been attacked, for fern grew all about it, and was not likely to
have been discovered except by a dog—and the Maoris did not take dogs
with them on a raid.
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