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
E tenei pa, e tera pa!
Titiro ki nga tahanga roa
I Tunaroa!
Pewhea tena te titiaho
Kia haere ake ki te pa.
Hoi tonu, hoi tonu!
In this chant the garrisons of the pas on each hand, Puke-rimu and
Whiti-te-marama, were called upon to be on the alert, and to scan the
long slopes towards the place called Tunaroa where the enemy lay
concealed. Yonder perhaps was the place whence the foe would advance in
the morning sunshine against the pas. “Ye heeded me not—heeded me not,”
the chant ended. Had any lurking enemy scout been near enough to hear
the words he would take them as being addressed only to the garrisons
of the hill-top fortresses, and would not suspect that it was really a
warning for the ears of Harua and his small force of scouts who were
liable to be cut off from the pa as soon as daylight came.
The cry of warning was heard and understood by Harua, and he and his
scouts swiftly rejoined their friends on the hill-tops.
When day came and the war-party of Ngati-Maniapoto appeared, working
round to the north-east side of the Tokanui chain of forts, Kiharoa the
giant, stripped for battle, took up his taiaha, “The First Rays of
Morning Light,” and led his warriors down to the open slopes of
Whenuahou to give battle to the invaders. As he dashed down the hill he
ran through a grove of karaka trees. Here there was a pool where the
kernels of the karaka berries were prepared for food by being steeped
in water after having been cooked; this food was termed “kopiri.” There
were some dead leaves of the karaka lying on the track, and Kiharoa
slipped on these leaves as he ran, and fell, and narrowly escaped
breaking his taiaha in his fall. The spot is at the foot of Tokanui
hill, just outside the thickets of prickly acacia which now clothe the
silent old fortress with a mat of softest green. This accident was in
the belief of the Maori a tohu aitua or evil omen for Kiharoa. The
knowledge of this fact may have unnerved the giant, or “Rangihaeata’s”
mana may have suffered by the mishap. He rushed to meet his foes, but
he was outfought for all his phenomenal reach of arm. He fell pierced
with spear thrusts and battered with blows of stone clubs, and he lay
dead on the battlefield of Whenuahou.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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