"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
The surf was breaking on the bar between the heads of the Hokianga,
while southward lay the valley, studded with the whares of the kainga
and the garden-like plots of the kumera fields. Almost unchanged was
the scene since the rude warrior, standing on stages behind these
palisades, launched his spear at the foe, or, wounded in the assault,
looked his last upon mountain and valley, sea and shore, but died
shouting defiance.
"What a strange thing is this life of ours!" said Massinger, musingly.
"It is less than a year since I was living contentedly in an English
county, on an estate which my forefathers had held for centuries. I had
then no more idea of quitting England than I have of setting out for
the planet Mars."
"And do you not regret the leaving such a paradise as England is said
to be, when one is born to wealth and honour?"
"I cannot say that I do. So far from it, that I consider I have made a
distinct advance in knowledge and development. My life then was narrow
and monotonous, leading to nothing save contentment with a round of
provincial duties."
"But travel, high companionship, ambition, the Parliament of
England,--noble-sounding words! What boundless fields of enjoyment and
exertion! Were not these enough to fill your heart?"
"Possibly. But all suddenly my life lost its savour; hope died,
ambition vanished; existence revealed itself merely as a pilgrimage
through a desert waste, haunted by lost illusions, and strewed with
withered garlands. For a while I thought to end it, but a convalescent
stage succeeded. I arranged my affairs and sold my place, resolved to
seek a cure for my soul's unrest beyond the narrow bounds of Britain."
"Sold your ancestral home! How _could_ you do such a thing? And what
possible reason could you have had for such a mad step, as I have no
doubt your friends called it?"
"That was the exact word they used. But I had made my choice.
All things habitual and familiar had become distasteful--finally
insupportable. I chose this colony as the most distant and interesting
of England's possessions; and here I am, an exile and a wanderer in a
new world, but"--turning to Erena--"honoured with the friendship of the
best of guides and most charming of comrades."
She heard almost as one not hearing; then, suddenly fixing her eyes,
bright with sudden fire, upon his countenance, said--
"May I be told the reason of this breaking away from all you held dear?
You said I was a comrade, and, believe me, no man ever had a truer.
Was it a----"
"A woman? Of course it was a woman. When is man's life eternally
blessed or cursed except by a woman? When is he hindered, injured,
ruined, and undone by any event that has not a woman in it?"
"And she was beautiful, clever, high-born?"
"All that and more; I had never met with her equal. She was an
acknowledged queen of society. She had but one fault."
"She did not love you?" said the girl, hastily, while her tones
vibrated with suppressed excitement.
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