"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
She laughed at this with the unreserved merriment which characterized
her when not serious or mournful, which, indeed, was the ordinary
expression of her features when in repose.
"You had better ask Warwick if _he_ understands Turkish. He knows most
things. We must consult with him as to what is best to be done, when we
camp. But I think we had better push on to the Lakes, where we shall be
in the territory of Te Heu Heu. He will protect us."
So they fared on. Through flax swamps, where the sodden soil was often
midleg deep; anon through rushing ice-cold streams, where there was
difficulty in keeping footing, even when in no great depth of water;
up the rugged sides of mountains, where the narrow path lay between
the century-old pines, knee-high in bracken, and was occasionally
obstructed by the fallen mass of some patriarch of the forest, which
forbade direct progress.
Meanwhile, this wood-nymph and her attendants, the latter of whom
carried burdens of no mean weight, tripped onward swiftly, as if
the ordinary difficulties of such a journey were hardly worthy of
notice. Erena sped along like a votary of the huntress Diana. Few
obstacles made any noticeable difference to her pace, as she glided,
at the head of the party, with serene self-confidence--a marvel of
grace, swiftness, and endurance. Scarcely less was he stricken with
admiration at the courage and activity of the humbler members of the
party, particularly the women. They carried their burdens over the
difficulties of the road with unflinching perseverance, following in
Indian file the footsteps of Warwick, who occasionally made a detour,
when he thought it advantageous.
"What astonishing infantry a race like this would furnish!" thought
Massinger. "Amid these forests, reasonably drilled and armed, in a
guerilla war they could stand against the best troops in the world!
Sheltered by these ancient woods, the breast-high bracken, these
thickets impervious to all men but themselves, what chance would
disciplined troops have against them? I hope to Heaven that we may
never have to war with them _à l'outrance_. A succession of skirmishes
would not matter so much, but a prolonged war would be one of the most
expensive, and in some respects disastrous, on record."
He was recalled from these reflections by the voice of the guide,
who had fallen back, and stood at some short distance, awaiting an
opportunity to speak.
"I have halted the party," he said, "for we have no great distance to
go, and may travel in a leisurely manner. We shall soon have our first
sight of Taupo and commence to open out the hot lake country, with all
the wonders of which you have heard."
"I am not sorry," said Massinger; "for though nothing could be more
to my taste than our present form of journeying, yet I must confess
to feeling impatient to behold these marvels that are in every one's
mouth. I hope I shall not be disappointed."
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