CHAPTER XXI.

DEATH OF A GREAT CHIEF.

A few days after our return to Hokianga we received intelligence that A

Rowa, the father of Mooetara, and the eldest chief in the district, was

dead. These deaths, when they occur among men of rank, are generally

accompanied by some horrible scenes of butchery among their slaves--a

common custom among all savages, but practised here (I was informed) with

peculiar cruelty. We went on shore to witness the ceremony of A Rowa's

lying in state, hoping at the same time that our presence might induce

them to dispense with some of those barbarous cruelties which generally

accompany their funeral rites. We had, indeed, every reason to think we

had conjectured rightly, for nothing of the kind took place; which was

considered by all as a circumstance somewhat remarkable. A great

concourse of savages had assembled all round the village of the deceased

chief, and there was a tremendous firing of muskets, but no particular

marks of grief. I spoke to Mooetara, and requested, as a favour, if it

were not breaking through their established rules, that he would conduct

me to the body of his father. He accordingly led me to the outside of the

village; and under a rude hut (constructed for the purpose) lay the body

of the deceased chief, closely covered up with mats, leaving only part of

the face and head exposed; in his hair was stuck a profusion of long

white feathers, by way of ornament. Two women (whom I understood were his

wives) sat close to the corpse; they were painted all over with red

ochre, and seemed to perform the parts of chief mourners. These kept up a

low moaning noise, and occasionally whisked off the flies from the face

of the deceased. The women, the corpse, the hut, and the ground for some

space round them, were all strictly tapued. Some bundles of fish, and

some calabashes filled with oil, were left close by the body, intended

for his consumption during his passage to the next world.

I imagine that one reason of no outrage having been committed during this

solemn occasion was our brig being on the point of sailing, and previous

to her departure a great deal of traffic was expected to be carried on

with the natives, for there was still a considerable quantity of muskets

undisposed of; and I think, in this instance, avarice overcame filial

affection--the minds of the chief's family being so intent upon obtaining

good bargains, that they had not time to sit and mourn over their

departed parent, nor to work themselves up into a paroxysm of passion

sufficiently violent to cause them to murder their slaves. This afforded

me a convincing proof that as soon as they are occupied by commerce, or

the useful arts, their barbarous rites will gradually be discontinued,

and will speedily cease altogether.

Our brig having sailed, we were again alone with these wild yet

interesting people. We expected our stay might be about six months, and

had provided a stock-in-trade, consisting of a barrel of powder, half a

dozen muskets, some fish-hooks, and a quantity of tobacco. Everything we

possessed we delivered into the hands of the natives, who accounted to

us for the stock thus entrusted to their management with the most

scrupulous exactness. Nothing can be fairer than their mode of bartering

with the Europeans; the prices are fixed; ten large hogs, or 120 baskets

of potatoes (about a ton and a-half), are given for a musket; for small

articles, such as fish, Indian corn, or fruits, the ready money are

fish-hooks and tobacco. As we were now about to become inhabitants of New

Zealand, it became necessary that we should be well acquainted with the

particulars of their methods of "doing business," and that we should

apply ourselves diligently to the study of the language, which we

acquired much more readily than I had anticipated.

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