"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
"Mine was a call, imperative and irresistible. I could not refuse to
perform my Master's work. I should have, perhaps, been unduly puffed
up by the success of my previous efforts, had not this disastrous
war come to lower my pride. I have been chastened, God only knows
how severely. May it be for my soul's good! You are in the ranks of
those who are fighting--some in defence of a policy of injustice;
others, like yourself, I feel certain, merely as a protest against
the domination of a savage race--in defence of the hearths and homes
which a victorious foe would desecrate. Of the inception of the war
you and your friend, Mr. Slyde, I know, are innocent.
"Among our native allies, the Ngapuhi and the Rarawa tribes have ever
been true and faithful. The chiefs Waka Nene and Patuone, in their
steadfast adherence to the Christian faith and unswerving loyalty
to our Queen, may well serve as examples to men in high position.
Farewell! and may He who is able to save both body and soul, preserve
you through all dangers, now and evermore.
"Believe me to be
"Most truly yours,
"G. A. NEW ZEALAND."
"We shall meet again," thought the recipient of the apostolic
epistle--"we _must_ do so, with leisure to hear his opinion on this
most vexed question of the war. I wish with all my heart that it _was_
over. But a peace would be worse than nothing unless we fully proved
our superiority. These Waikatos and Ngatihaua must not be suffered
to think that they have repulsed the whole British army. The country
would be impossible to _live_ in. And we can't afford to lose such a
brace of islands as these, the nearest approach, in climate, soil, and
adaptation to the British race, of any land yet occupied. Not to be
thought of."
And here he began to hum a song in which the glories of Britain on
land and sea were set forth, and for the moment forgot his virtuous
indignation against the occupation of Taharaimaka and the injustice of
the Waitara business.
And so the war progressed, sometimes with passages of toilsome
marching, daring attack of pah or redoubt, hairbreadth escapes,
wounds, and inevitable incidents of warfare. Ever and anon a brilliant
surprise, a masterly manɶuvre on the part of the troops or allies,
followed by an ambuscade planned by the natives with consummate skill,
or a desperate stand in their entrenchments, where the loss of officers
was unduly great, and the rank and file suffered severely. When it was
considered that nearly three years had elapsed in a campaign where ten
thousand British regulars, and nearly as many volunteers and native
allies, were arrayed against the Maoris, who at no time could have had
five thousand men in the field, it seemed amazing that no decisive
victory should have been obtained.
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