"War to the Knife;" or, Tangata MaoriBoldrewood, Rolf
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"War to the Knife;" or, Tangata Maori
Boldrewood, Rolf
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Fiction; New Zealand -- Fiction
A few hours of soundest sleep sufficed for the guest's present needs.
Looking through his casement, he beheld the sun just clearing the tops
of the pines ere he summoned this secluded world to its occupations.
Early as was the hour, Mannering was already dressed, and strolling
through the garden with his matutinal pipe. The kainga was alive and
busy; women hurrying to and fro, preparing the food for the day;
children clustering around in expectation; the young people bathing in
the river or launching their canoes. The hovering flock of sea-birds
showed where a shoal of _kakahai_, at which they dashed from time to
time, ruffled the surface of the water or leaped above it. All nature
was responding to the day-god's summons, as a warmer glow suffused
the sky and tipped the crown of the frowning dark-hued pah with gold.
Massinger betook himself to the jetty at the foot of the garden, and,
plunging into the clear cool depths, felt refreshed and strengthened
for whatever the coming day might provide, returning after a lengthened
swim just in time to dress for breakfast.
"I thought that you and my father would never leave off talking last
night," said Erena, as she came into the hall, looking as fresh as the
morn, which she not inappropriately typified. "You did not disturb me,
for I slept soundly for hours, and when I awoke, thinking it was near
morning, I heard your voices, or rather my father's."
"I am not certain that I should have gone to bed at all if he had not
suggested it," said Massinger. "I never had such a glorious night."
"I am glad to hear you say so. It is such a treat to him to have a
visit from any one who knows about books and the world, that he cannot
find it in his heart to leave off. When Mr. Waterton pays us a visit,
they talk all day and all night nearly."
"What is that you're saying?" called out the man referred to from the
garden. "Who is taking away my character? I have no better answer than
a paraphrase of Charles Lamb's: 'If I go to bed late, I always get up
early.' There will be plenty of time to sleep when there is nothing
better to do; that is, if Te Rangitake and his Waikato friends will
let us enjoy ourselves in our own way, which I begin to doubt. In the
mean time, let us take short views of life. So you two young people are
going to look at the pah?"
"With your permission. I should like to examine it well. The knowledge
may come in useful by-and-by. Who knows? When was the last attack made
upon it?"
"Twice in Heke's war, more than twenty years ago. I was younger then,
and had the honour of being one of the defence force. We beat off the
besiegers with loss."
"I suppose firearms were used?"
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