"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
"Of course he did. Killed a chief. Shot through the arm, too. Tied it
up and blazed away till the affair was over."
"What a splendid mercenary soldier he would have made in the Middle
Ages! Is he with us now?"
"Yes. Very nearly got Rewi, as he was crossing the mound. Strictly
impartial."
"And a most pathetic sight it was" said Massinger, "when they were
crossing the mound at the other side of the swamp. I saw the column
file by--men, women, and children, all as serious as a funeral, and
as cool as if they were going to market. I hadn't the heart to fire
another shot. Every now and then I could hear a woman's voice--not
complaining, far from it--urging on the men to keep going and to shoot
when they saw a chance."
"Warwick says _you_ had a close shave. So much for not minding your
business. Thinking about Erena Mannering. Soldiers no right to
have feelings. Harass the enemy, sink, burn, kill, destroy. Navy
regulations; army too."
"Certainly a bullet _did_ hit the tree I was leaning against, close
to my head. Queer thing, too; it came from the _friendly_ side. I
distinctly saw the smoke from the bush, where our natives were."
"You must have been in the line of fire."
"Nothing of the sort. It was a side shot."
"Any one cherishing ill feeling that you know of?"
"Well--no. Now I come to think, there was an ill-looking dog of a
Ngapuhi with us at Rotorua, that was turned out of the party by me and
bullied by the chief. His name was Ngarara."
"Wh--ew! I've heard the reptile's name before. Cousin or something of
your Zenobia--admirer probably. Acute attack jealousy."
"Might have been. After he went I didn't trouble my head about him. I
had a great mind to give him a thrashing, but Warwick said it might
cause trouble."
"And so at any time he may take a steady pot-shot at you; probably did.
'Keep your eye skinned,' as that Yankee said. Set Warwick at him. By
the way, wonder how he is? Shot through the shoulder yesterday. No bone
hit. Doctor says all right directly. Lay up for a week. Painful all
the same. Suppose we look him up?"
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