"War to the Knife;" or, Tangata Maori — John Shaqi
"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
"Well, he said that Te Hira, the young chief of all the coast about
there, was 'taihai-ing the goahore'--instead of tiaki-ing. He felt
affronted--sulked, of course, and just as I fully expected to get all
Shortland Crescent for--well, decidedly cheap--he shut up his mouth
like a vice, and wouldn't sell a yard of his land. It shows what a
queer people they are, when a grammatical error has such far-reaching
consequences."
"Consequences!" echoed his companion; "I should think so. But I never
heard of that adventure of yours."
"Well, it made a difference of about five thousand a year to me,
according to the present price of the land. The Government got it
afterwards, and cut it up into town lots. What noble buildings are on
them now!"
"Look here, Lochiel," said the sea-captain; "suppose we walk over to
the camp and have a _Korǒero_. I know this chief, and we can both
patter Maori. It might do good to explain matters, and none of us want
to see Auckland under martial law."
"It's just a grand idea!" said the other colonist, a tall
distinguished-looking elderly man, whose spare upright figure suggested
military training; once careless enough of danger, but now for some
years declined to the more peaceful vocation of a merchant--one of the
sea-roving, fearless breed of adventurers peculiar to Britain, whose
wide-reaching mercantile transactions have included the mobilizing of
armies and the levying of taxes; "in whose lumber-rooms," as in those
of the Great Company now merged in Imperial rule, "are the thrones of
ancient kings."
Here Massinger advanced, and bringing himself within the ken of the
speakers, was at once introduced to "my old friend, Mr. Lochiel," as
"Mr. Massinger, a gentleman who had come to settle among them."
"Very pleased to make his acquaintance," said the tall man, whose
shrewd, intellectual, kindly face impressed him most favourably. "If
he is of my mind, he will have reason to congratulate himself on his
choice of a colony. I have never regretted my decision, and the greater
part of my life has been spent here."
"You seem to have a diplomatic difficulty on hand," remarked Massinger,
"if I may judge from an experience this morning."
"Oh! you witnessed that affair in Shortland Street, did you? My friend
and I were just about to walk over to the Maori camp and get their
notion of it. We're both 'Pakeha Maoris' of long standing, and the
chief, Te Rangitake, has heard our names before. Would you care to
accompany us?"
"There is nothing I should like better. I begin to wish for a more
intimate acquaintance with our native friends, and trust to be an
authority on their manners and customs by-and-by."
"It's odds but that we may know a lot more about their ways before
long," said Captain Macdonald; "more than we shall like, if I don't
mistake. In the mean time we had better look them up at the Kiki."
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