about his favourite "Rough." He had not been long absent, when back he
came with his shaggy friend at his heels.
"Here he is mother, here he is Master Harry," he shouted. "I know'd how
it would be, the moment he caught sight of me, he almost toppled the man
who held him down on his nose, and so he would if the rope hadn't
broken, and in another moment he was licking me all over. The doctor
gave the man a guinea; but I said it was a shame for him to take it, and
so did everybody, for they saw that the dog knew me among twenty or
thirty standing round. The man sneaked off, and `Rough' came along with
me. Now I must go back and bring the sheep round here to the foot of
the hill. There's some ground the surveyor says that we may put them on
till we can take them to our own run, but we must give `Rough' his
dinner first, for I'll warrant the fellow has not fed him over well."
"Rough" wagged his stump of a tail to signify he understood his young
master's kind intentions, and Mrs Greening soon got a mess ready, which
"Rough" swallowed up in a few moments, and looked up into Toby's face,
as much as to say, "what do you want with me next?"
"Come along `Rough,' I'll show you," said Toby, as he set off at a round
trot down the hill.
The party at the camp watched him with no little pleasure, when a short
time afterwards, he, with the aid of "Rough," was seen driving a flock
of sheep from the town past the hill to a meadow partly enclosed by a
stream which made its way into the sea, a short distance off. "Rough"
exhibited his wonderful intelligence, as he dashed now on one side, now
on the other, keeping the sheep together, and not allowing a single one
to stray away. It was a difficult task for Toby and him, for the sheep,
long pent up on board ship, made numberless attempts to head off into
the interior, where their instinct told them they would find an
abundance of pasture. Without the assistance of "Rough," Toby would
have found it impossible to guide them into the meadow, and even when
there, he and his dog had to exert all their vigilance to keep them
together. Harry was sorely tempted to go down to assist. "I must not
quit my post though," he said. "As soon as I am relieved, then I'll try
if I cannot shepherd as well as Toby. It seems to me that `Rough' does
the chief part of the work."
The doctor had engaged a couple of natives to assist Toby in looking
after the sheep, but he was so afraid of losing any, that he would only
come up to the camp for a few minutes at a time to take his meals, and
to get "Rough's" food. The Maoris had built him a small hut, where he
passed the night, with the flock lying down close to him, kept together
by the vigilant dog. The Maoris were, however, very useful in bringing
firewood and water to the camp.
Waihoura was now well enough to walk about. Lucy had given her one of
her own frocks and some other clothes, and she and Betsy took great
pains to dress her in a becoming manner, they combed and braided her
dark tresses, which they adorned with a few wild flowers that Betsy had
picked, and when her costume was complete, Mrs Greening, looking at her
with admiration, exclaimed, "Well, I never did think that a little
savage girl could turn into a young lady so soon." Waihoura, who had
seen herself in a looking-glass, was evidently very well satisfied with
her appearance, and clapped her hands with delight, and then ran to Lucy
and rubbed her nose against her's, and kissed her, to express her
gratitude.
"Now that you are like us outside, you must become like us inside," said
Lucy, employing a homely way of speaking such as her Maori friend was
most likely to understand. "We pray to God, you must learn to pray to
Him. We learn about Him in the Book through which He has made Himself
known to us as a God of love and mercy, as well as a God of justice, who
desires all people to come to Him, and has shown us the only way by
which we can come. You understand, all people have disobeyed God, and
are rebels, and are treated as such by Him. The evil spirit, Satan,
wishes to keep us rebels, and away from God. God in His love desires us
to be reconciled to Him; but we all deserve punishment, and He cannot,
as a God of justice, let us go unpunished. In His great mercy, however,
He permitted another to be punished for us, and He allowed His
well-beloved Son Jesus Christ, a part of Himself, to become the person
to suffer punishment. Jesus came down on earth to be obedient in all
things, because man had been disobedient. He lived a holy pure life,
going about doing good, even allowing Himself to be cruelly treated, to
be despised and put to shame by the very people among whom He had lived,
and to whom He had done so much good. Then, because man justly deserves
punishment, He willingly underwent one of the most painful punishments
ever thought of, thus suffering instead of man. When nailed to the
cross, His side was pierced with a spear, and the blood flowed forth,
that the sacrifice might be complete and perfect. Then He rose again,
to prove that He was truly God, and that all men will rise from the
dead; and He ascended into heaven, there to plead with the Father for
all who trust Him, and to claim our freedom from punishment, on the
ground that He was punished in our stead."
"Jesus sent also, as He had promised, the Holy Spirit to dwell on earth
with His people, to be their Comforter, their Guide and Instructor, and
to enable them to understand and accept His Father's loving plan of
salvation, which He had so fully and completely carried out."
"Do you understand my meaning," said Lucy, who felt that she had said
more than Waihoura was likely to comprehend.
She shook her head. "Lucy not bad woman;" pointing to Mrs Greening,
"not bad; Maori girl bad, Maori people very bad," she answered slowly.
"God no love Maori people."
"But we are all bad when compared to Him--all unfit to go and live in
His pure and holy presence," exclaimed Lucy. "And in spite of their
wickedness, God loves the Maori people as much as He does us; their
souls are of the same value in His sight as ours, and He desires that
all should come to Him and be saved."
"Why God not take them then, and make them good?" asked Waihoura.
"Because He in His wisdom thought fit to create man a free agent, to
give him the power of choosing between the good and the evil. Why He
allows evil to exist, He has not revealed to us. All we know is that
evil does exist, and that Satan is the prince of evil, and tries to
spread it everywhere throughout the world. God, if He chose, could
overcome evil, but then this world would no longer be a place of trial,
as He has thought fit to make it. He has not left man, however, without
a means of conquering evil. Jesus Christ came down on earth to present
those means to man; they are very simple, and can very easily be made
use of; so simple and so easy that man would never have thought of them.
Man has nothing to do in order to get rid of his sins, to become pure
and holy, and thus fit to live in the presence of a pure and holy God.
He has only to put faith in Jesus Christ, who, though free from sin, as
I have told you, took our sins upon Himself, and was punished in our
stead, while we have only to turn from sin, and to desire not to sin
again. We are, however, so prone to sin, that we could not do even this
by ourselves; but Christ, knowing our weakness, has, as He promised,
when He ascended into heaven, sent His Holy Spirit to be with us to help
us to hate sin, and to resist sin."
Lucy kept her eyes fixed on her friend to try and ascertain if she now
more clearly understood her. Waihoura again shook her head. Lucy felt
convinced that her knowledge of English was still too imperfect to
enable her to comprehend the subject. "I must try more than ever to
learn to speak Maori," she said, "and then perhaps I shall better be
able to explain what I mean."
"Maori girl want to know much, much, much," answered Waihoura, taking
Lucy's hand. "Maori girl soon die perhaps, and then wish to go away
where Lucy go."
"Ah, yes, it is natural that we should wish to be with those we have
loved on earth, but if we understand the surpassing love of Jesus, we
should desire far more to go and dwell with Him. Try and remember,
Waihoura, that we have a Friend in heaven who loves us more than any
earthly friend can do, who knows how weak and foolish and helpless we
are, and yet is ever ready to listen to us, and to receive us when we
lift up our hearts to Him in prayer."
"Maori girl not know how to pray," said Waihoura, sorrowfully.
"I cannot teach you," said Lucy, "but if you desire to pray, Jesus can
and will send the Holy Spirit I told you of. If you only wish to pray,
I believe that you are praying, the mere words you utter are of little
consequence, God sees into our hearts, and He knows better than even we
ourselves do, whether the spirit of prayer is there."
"I am afraid, Miss Lucy, that the little girl can't take in much of the
beautiful things you have been saying," observed Mrs Greening, who had
all the time been listening attentively. "But I have learned more than
I knew before, and I only wish Tobias and the rest of them had been here
to listen to you."
"I am very sure my father will explain the subject to them more clearly
than I can do," said Lucy, modestly. "I have only repeated what he said
to me, and what I know to be true, because I have found it all so
plainly set forth in God's Word. My father always tells us not to take
anything we hear for granted till we find it there, and that it is our
duty to search the Scriptures for ourselves. It is because people are
often too idle, or too ignorant to do this, that there is so much false
doctrine and error among nominal Christians. I hope Mr Marlow will pay
us a visit when we are settled in our new home, and bring a Maori Bible
with him, and he will be able to explain the truth to Waihoura far
better than I can. You will like to learn to read, Waihoura, and we
must get some books, and I will try and teach you, and you will teach me
your language at the same time."
Lucy often spoke on the same subject to her guest; but, as was to be
expected, Waihoura very imperfectly understood her. With more
experience she would have known that God often thinks fit to try the
faith and patience even of the most earnest and zealous Christians who
are striving to make known the truth of the gospel to others. The
faithful missionary has often toiled on for years among the heathen
before he has been allowed to see the fruit of his labours.
CHAPTER FOUR.
SETTLING DOWN.
RETURN OF WAGGON TO THE CAMP FOR LUCY AND THE REST OF THE PARTY, WHO SET
OFF FOR THE FARM.--SCENERY ON THE ROAD.--ARRIVAL AT FARM.--MR SPEARS
AGAIN.--PLANS FOR THE FUTURE.
"Here comes the waggon," shouted Harry, as he stood on the brow of the
hill waving his hat. "There's farmer Greening and Val. Papa has sent
for us at last."
Harry was right, and Val announced that he had come for all the lighter
articles, including Lucy and her companions, who were to set out at once
with farmer Greening, while he, with a native, remained to take care of
the heavier goods.
The waggon was soon loaded, leaving places within it for Lucy and
Waihoura, Mrs Greening and Betsy insisting on walking.
"Now Val, I hand over my command to you, and see that you keep as good a
watch as I have done," said Harry, as he shook hands with his brother.
"I must go and take charge of the sheep." Valentine smiled at the air
of importance Harry had assumed. "There's the right stuff in the little
fellow," he said to himself, as he watched him and young Tobias driving
the sheep in the direction the waggon had taken.
Lucy was delighted with the appearance of the country, as they advanced,
though she could not help wishing very frequently that the road had been
smoother; indeed, the vehicle bumped and rolled about so much at times
that she fully expected a break down. Waihoura, who had never been in a
carriage before, naturally supposed that this was the usual way in which
such vehicles moved along, and therefore appeared in no degree alarmed.
She pointed out to Lucy the names of the different trees they passed,
and of the birds which flew by. Lucy was struck with the beauty of the
fern trees, their long graceful leaves springing twenty and thirty feet
from the ground; some, indeed, in sheltered and damp situations, were
twice that height, having the appearance of the palm trees of tropical
climates. The most beautiful tree was the rimu, which rose without a
branch to sixty or seventy feet, with graceful drooping foliage of a
beautiful green, resembling clusters of feathers; then there was the
kahikatea, or white pine, resembling the rimu in foliage, but with a
light coloured bark. One or two were seen rising ninety feet high
without a branch. There were numerous creepers, some bearing very
handsome flowers, and various shrubs; one, the karaka, like a large
laurel, with golden coloured berries in clusters, which contrasted
finely with the glossy greenness of its foliage. Some of the fruits
were like large plums, very tempting in appearance; but when Lucy tasted
some, which the farmer picked for her, she was much disappointed in
their flavour. The best was the poro poro, which had a taste between
that of apple peel and a bad strawberry.
Birds were flitting about from tree to tree; the most common was the
tui, with a glossy black plumage, and two white feathers on the throat
like bands, and somewhat larger than an English blackbird, which
appeared always in motion, now darting up from some low bush to the
topmost bough of a lofty tree, when it began making a number of strange
noises, with a wonderful volume of tone. If one tui caught sight of
another, they commenced fighting, more in sport, apparently, than in
earnest, and ending with a wild shout; they would throw a summer-set or
two, and then dart away into the bush to recommence their songs and
shouts. There was a fine pigeon, its plumage richly shaded with green
purple and gold, called the kukupa. Occasionally they caught sight of a
large brown parrot, marked with red, flying about the tops of the
tallest trees, and uttering a loud and peculiar cry; this was the kaka.
Waihoura pointed out to Lucy another bird of the parrot tribe, of a
green plumage, touched with gold about the head, and which she called
the kakarica.
As the waggon could only proceed at a snail's pace, they had made good
but half the distance, when they had to stop for dinner by the side of a
bright stream which ran through the forest. The horses, which were
tethered, cropped the grass, and Mrs Greening unpacked her cooking
utensils.
While dinner was getting ready, Waihoura led Lucy along the bank of the
stream to show her some more birds. They saw several, among them an
elegant little fly-catcher, with a black and white plumage, and a
delicate fan-tail, which flew rapidly about picking up sun-flies; this
was the tirakana. And there was another pretty bird, the makomako,
somewhat like a green linnet. Several were singing together, and their
notes reminded Lucy of the soft tinkling of numerous little bells.
They had seen nothing of Harry and Tobias with the sheep since starting,
and farmer Greening began to regret that he had not sent one of his
elder sons to drive them.
"Never fear, father," observed Mrs Greening, "our little Tobias has got
a head on his shoulders, and so has Master Harry, and with `Rough' to
help them, they will get along well enough."
Mrs Greening was right, and just as the horses were put too, "Rough's"
bark was heard through the woods. In a short time the van of the flock
appeared, with a native, who walked first to show the way. Though
"Rough" had never been out in the country before, he seemed to
understand its character, and the necessity of compelling the sheep to
follow the footsteps of the dark-skinned native before them.
"It's capital fun," cried Harry, as soon as he saw Lucy. "We have to
keep our eyes about us though, when coming through the wood especially,
but we have not let a single sheep stray away as yet."
"Well, boys, our fire is still burning, and my missus has cooked food
enough for you all," said farmer Greening. "So you may just take your
dinner, and come on after us as fast as you can."
"We will not be long," answered Harry. "Hope, mother, you have left
some bones for `Rough' though," said Toby. "He deserves his dinner as
much as any of us."
"Here's a mess I put by for him to give when we got to the end of our
journey," answered Mrs Greening, drawing out a pot which she had stowed
away in the waggon. She called to "Rough," who quickly gobbled it up.
The waggon then moved on, while Harry and his companions sat round the
fire to discuss their dinner. "Rough," in the meantime, vigilantly
keeping the sheep together.
The remainder of the journey was found more difficult than the first
part had been. Sometimes they had to climb over steep ranges, when the
natives assisted at the wheels, while Mrs Greening and Betsy pushed
behind; then they had to descend on the other side, when a drag was put
on, and the wheels held back. Several wide circuits had to be made to
avoid hills on their way, and even when over level ground, the fern in
many places was so very thick that it was rather hard work for the
horses to drag the waggon through it.
"This is a rough country," observed Mrs Greening, as she trudged on by
her husband's side. "I didn't expect to see the like of it."
"Never fear, dame," answered the farmer. "In a year or two we shall
have a good road between this and the port, and a coach-and-four may be
running on it."
At length the last range was passed, and they reached a broad open
valley, with a fine extent of level ground. In the distance rose a
hill, with a sparkling river flowing near it, and thickly wooded
heights. Further on beyond, it appeared a bold range of mountains,
their highest peaks capped with snow.
"This is, indeed, a beautiful scene," exclaimed Lucy.
"That's our home, Miss," said the farmer, pointing to the hill. "If
your eyes could reach as far, you would just see the roof of your new
house among the trees. We shall come well in sight of it before long."
The waggon now moved on faster, as the fern had been cut away or
trampled down, and the horses seemed to know that they were getting near
home.
Mr Pemberton and the farmer's sons came down to welcome them, and to
conduct them up to the house.
Lucy was surprised to find what progress had already been made. The
whole of it was roofed over, and the room she was to occupy was
completely finished. The building was not very large. It consisted of
a central hall, with two bed-rooms on either side, and a broad verandah
running entirely round it; behind it were some smaller detached
buildings for the kitchen and out-houses. In front and on one side a
space was marked off for a flower garden, beyond which, extending down
the side of the hill to the level ground, was a large space which Mr
Pemberton said he intended for the orchard and kitchen garden. On that
side of the house were sheds for the waggons and horses, though now
occupied by the native labourers.
"They consider themselves magnificently lodged," said Mr Pemberton.
"And they deserve it, for they worked most industriously, and enabled me
to put up the house far more rapidly than I had expected. I believe,
however, that they would have preferred the native wahre, with the heat
and smoke they delight in, to the larger hut I have provided for them,
and I have been sometimes afraid they would burn it down with the huge
fire they made within."
Farmer Greening's cottage, which was a little way round on the other
side of the hill, was built on a similar plan to Mr Pemberton, but it
was not so far advanced.
"You must blame me, Mrs Greening, for this," said Mr Pemberton. "Your
husband insisted on helping me with my house before he would begin
yours, declaring that he should have the advantage of having mine as a
model. I hope, therefore, that you will take up your abode with us till
yours is finished, as Harry and I can occupy the tent in the meantime."
Mrs Greening gladly accepted the invitation; she thought, indeed, that
she should be of use to Lucy in getting the house in order. The
sitting-room was not yet boarded, but a rough table had been put in it,
and round this the party were soon seated at tea.
"Beg pardon, I hope I don't intrude, just looked in to welcome you and
my good friend Mrs Greening to `Riverside.' Glad to find that you have
arrived safe. Well, to be sure, the place is making wonderful progress,
we have three families already arrived in the village, and two more
expected tomorrow, and I don't know how many will follow. I have been
helping my new friends to put up their houses, and have been obliged to
content myself with a shake-down of fern in the corner of a shed; but we
settlers must make up our minds to rough it, Mr Pemberton, and I hope
to get my own house up in the course of a week or two."
These words were uttered by Mr Nicholas Spears, who stood poking his
head into the room at the doorway, as if doubtful whether he might
venture to enter.
"I thank you for your kind inquiries, Mr Spears," said Mr Pemberton,
who, though he could not feel much respect for the little man, treated
him, as he did everybody else, with courtesy. "If you have not had your
tea come in and take a seat at our board. We have but a three-legged
stool to offer you."
This was just what Mr Spears wished; and sitting down he began
forthwith to give the party all the news of the settlement. From his
account Lucy was glad to find that two families, one that of a naval,
the other of a military officer, who had just arrived in the colony, had
taken land close to theirs, and were about to settle on it.
Although the midsummer day was drawing to a close, Harry and Toby, with
the sheep, had not yet made their appearance. Paul and James went off
to meet them, and take the flock where they were to remain for the
night, so as to relieve the boys of their charge. There was a fine
bright moon, so they would have no difficulty in finding their way. Not
long afterwards Harry's voice was heard, echoed by Toby's, shouting to
the sheep, and the two boys rushed up to the house.
"Here we are, papa," cried Harry. "We have brought the sheep along all
safe, and now Paul and James have got charge of them, we may eat our
supper with good consciences."
Mrs Greening quickly placed a plentiful meal before the two young
shepherds, who did ample justice to it.
"We must get some cows, farmer, if we can procure any at a moderate
price, when you next go back to town," said Mr Pemberton.
"That's just what I was thinking," answered the farmer.
"And some pigs and poultry," added Mrs Greening. "I should not think
myself at home without them, and Miss Lucy and Betsy will be wanting
some to look after."
"And a few goats, I suspect, would not be amiss," observed the farmer.
"I saw several near the town, and I hear they do very well."
Waihoura, who was listening attentively to all that was said, seemed to
comprehend the remark about the goats, and made Lucy understand that she
had several at her village, and she should like to send for some of
them.
Supper being over, Mr Pemberton, according to his usual custom, read a
chapter in the Bible, and offered up evening prayer; and after Mr
Spears had taken his departure, and the rest of the family had retired
to their respective dormitories, heaps of fern serving as beds for most
of them, Mr Pemberton and the farmer sat up arranging their plans for
the future. The latter agreed to return to town the next day to bring
up the remainder of the stores, and to make the proposed purchases.
Although they all knew that at no great distance there were several
villages inhabited by savages, till lately, notorious for their fierce
and blood-thirsty character, they lay down to sleep with perfect
confidence, knowing that the missionary of the gospel had been among
them, and believing that a firm friendship had been established between
them and the white occupants of their country.
CHAPTER FIVE.
IHAKA'S VISIT.
LIFE AT RIVERSIDE.--WAIHOURA BEGINS TO LEARN THE TRUTH.--HER FATHER,
ACCOMPANIED BY SEVERAL CHIEFS, COMES TO TAKE HER TO HIS PAH, AND SHE
QUITS HER FRIENDS AT RIVERSIDE.