"War to the Knife;" or, Tangata MaoriBoldrewood, Rolf
General
"War to the Knife;" or, Tangata Maori
Boldrewood, Rolf
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Fiction; New Zealand -- Fiction
Massinger stood up, and looked at the lounging figure fixedly for a
moment, until he saw a smile gradually making its way over the calm
features of his companion.
"No, of course not," he said, as if answering an apparent protest.
"Only my chaff. What will you join? Town volunteers? militia? _Ours_
rather more aristocratic; trifle more danger, perhaps. Corps of the
Guides, and so on. Von Tempsky's Forest Rangers! Splendid fellow,
Von--Paladin of the Middle Ages. Seen service, too. Son of a Prussian
general, I believe. Commission in 3rd Fusiliers in '44. Cut that, and
travelled through Central America. Commanded irregular Indian regiment.
Piloted officers of _Alarm_ and _Vixen_ in affair of the Spanish
stockades at Castilla Viojo. Been in front everywhere, from Bluefields
Bay to Bourke and Wills' Expedition in Australia, when he refused to be
second in command. Man and regiment suit you all to pieces."
"Just the man I should choose to serve under. Where can I be sworn in,
and when?"
"All right; I'll show you. Leave for the front, day after tomorrow.
Jolly glad to have you, believe me."
This important ceremony being performed in due course, Massinger betook
himself to the office of Mr. Lochiel, where he expected to receive
fuller information as to the state of the country, and the prospects
of a general rising. He was received by that gentleman with warmth and
sincerity of welcome.
"My dear fellow," said he, "I am delighted to see you safe back.
Macdonald and I were most anxious about you. We knew that you must pass
through Maori country, and in the present disturbed state of the island
there was no saying what might have happened to you, or indeed to any
solitary Englishman. I hear that you returned by sea."
"I was advised to do so by Mr. Mannering at Hokianga, with whom I
stayed for a few days."
"Best thing you could have done, and no one was more capable of giving
you advice. He is judge and law-giver among the Ngapuhi, and a war
chief besides. A truly remarkable man. I suppose you saw his handsome
daughter? Wonderful girl, isn't she?"
"She certainly did surprise me. It seems strange that she can consent
to lead a life so lonely, so removed from the civilization which she is
so fitted to appreciate."
"And adorn likewise. We are all very fond of her here. But she is
passionately attached to her father, and nothing would induce her to
leave him. Have you heard the latest war news? Came in by special
messenger this afternoon."
"No, indeed. I am only generally aware that matters are going from bad
to worse; that the militia and volunteers are called out; also the
Forest Rangers, in which band of heroes I have just enrolled myself.
Dudley Slyde and I will be companions in arms."
"Slyde! Dudley Slyde? Very cool hand; rather a dandy, people say. All
the more likely to fight when he's put to it. He knows the country
well, too. There is no doubt in my mind that every white man in the
North Island who can carry arms will have to turn out."
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