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
“I’ll give you one more instance of incapacity, or call it what
you like. Sir George Grey asked the General to attack Weraroa pah.
The General insisted it was impregnable to the force he had at his
disposal, and that he should require at least six thousand men to do
so. After a lot of blarney he sanctioned an attack to be made by Sir
George, who, with less than five hundred Colonials and friendly Maoris,
took the place.
“Now look here, we settlers are sick of the war, and want to get back
to our farms and businesses. We are paying the British Government
forty pounds sterling per annum for every regular, and when it takes
an army fifty-seven days to march along an open beach fifty-four miles
we don’t think we are getting our money’s worth. Besides we can tackle
the natives better ourselves. We men you see here are on our way back
from the east coast, where, without the help of a single regular, we
have smashed the Hau Haus, taking their pah Waerenga-a-Hika, and, with
only twenty-three casualties, have killed one hundred and fifty of the
enemy, and forced four hundred more of them to surrender, two hundred
of whom have been transported to the Chatham Islands, so that they are
out of the way.
“Now the reason I have told you all this is, you say you have come out
here to see fighting. That being so, my straight tip to you is to join
a colonial corps; all the fighting during the coming campaign will be
done by them. Don’t bother about a commission; join the ranks under Von
Tempsky or McDonnell and learn your work; then, after you have done
that, you may take a commission if you like, and your men will think
all the more of you. Now then I’m dry with talking, come and have a
drink, and I’ll walk with you as far as the Defence Minister’s; he is
an old pal of mine. What, you don’t drink? Well so much the better for
you, so let’s get.”
With my new friend discoursing on things in general we strolled along
to the Government Buildings, where we had not to wait many minutes
before we were shown into the minister’s office. This is a funny
country, I thought, where a trooper in uniform, if such a garb can
be called uniform, can call unasked on an important minister; but
new countries, new customs, so I made no remark but accompanied my
companion into the presence of the big man, who greeted him with much
cordiality.
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