With the Lost Legion in New ZealandHamilton-Browne, G.
History
With the Lost Legion in New Zealand
Hamilton-Browne, G.
Māori (New Zealand people); New Zealand -- History
We remained three weeks at Hokitika, and were then fortunately sent
back from our Capua to sterner work, landing at Patea just barely
in time for the Colonel to quiet another shindy, as the natives had
stopped the survey on the Makoia Block, and although he managed, by
his vast knowledge of Maori manners, to tide over this trouble, yet it
was evident the billy was boiling and must soon boil over, for now
everyone could see, with the exception of those wilfully blind, that
war was imminent, as the natives now commenced openly to steal every
horse and head of stock they could lay their hands on; so the early
months of 1868 passed.
Some very foolish acts on the part of the resident magistrate and
commissioner hurried on the inevitable climax, but yet the perpetrators
of these follies still swore the sham peace would be a lasting one and
objected to order in the few settlers who had the temerity to cling to
their farms.
It would take too long to relate the wretched details of that miserable
time, but eventually they culminated in the cold-blooded and brutal
murder on 9th June of three harmless bushmen while peaceably at work.
Colonel McDonnell was at the moment in Wanganui, from whence he at
once returned, and did all in his power to secure the safety of the
district, but we were so short-handed that, even with the forts
inadequately garrisoned to an alarming extent, he had not one man to
take the field with. He therefore made a flying visit to Wellington
to try and instil some glimmer of reason into the wilful numskulls
who formed the ministry, receiving, after much persuasion, leave to
enlist three hundred white men, together with one hundred Maoris, for a
service of not longer than three months.
Now the men were wanted for immediate service, so that there was no
time to pick or choose them, nor was there time to train them when
chosen, and it must be remembered that the population of New Zealand
forty odd years ago was much smaller than it is now, also that the
goldfields were booming and really good men scarce. Yet even then, in
the towns, there were numbers of loafers and riff-raff who, too lazy to
go in for hard colonial work, hung about the cities waiting for what
they call a suitable billet to turn up, and it was from the ranks of
these useless unemployed that the great majority of the three hundred
white men were enlisted.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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