Chapter XIII.

"My Rangatira." -- The respective duties of the Pakeha and his

Rangatira. -- Public opinion. -- A "Pakeha Kino." -- Description

of my Rangatira. -- His exploits and misadventures. -- His moral

principles. -- Decline in the numbers of the natives. -- Proofs

of former large population. -- Ancient forts. -- Causes of

decrease.

When I purchased my land the payment was made on the ground, and

immediately divided and subdivided amongst the different sellers. Some

of them, who, according to their own representations formerly made to

me, were the sole and only owners of the land, received for their

share about the value of one shilling, and moreover, as I also

observed, did not appear at all disappointed.

One old _rangatira_, before whom a considerable portion of the payment

had been laid as his share of the spoil, gave it a slight shove with

his foot, expressive of refusal, and said, "I will not accept any of

the payment, I will have the pakeha." I saw some of the magnates

present seemed greatly disappointed at this, for I dare say they had

expected to have the pakeha as well as the payment. But the old

gentleman had regularly checkmated them by refusing to accept any

payment, and being also a person of great respectability, _i.e._, a

good fighting man, with twenty more at his back, he was allowed to

have his way, and thereby, in the opinion of all the natives present,

making a far better thing of the land sale than any of them, though he

had received no part of the payment.

I consequently was therefore a part, and by no means an inconsiderable

one, of the payment for my own land; but though now part and parcel of

the property of the old _rangatira_ aforementioned, a good deal of

liberty was allowed me. The fact of my having become his pakeha made

our respective relations and duties to each other about as follows:--

Firstly.--At all times, places, and companies my owner had the right

to call me "his pakeha."

Secondly.--He had the general privilege of "pot-luck" whenever he

chose to honour my establishment with a visit; said pot-luck to be

tumbled out to him on the ground before the house, he being far too

great a man to eat out of plates or dishes, or any degenerate

invention of that nature; as, if he did, they would all become _tapu_,

and of no use to any one but himself, nor indeed to himself either, as

he did not see the use of them.

Thirdly.--It was well understood that to avoid the unpleasant

appearance of paying "black mail," and to keep up general kindly

relations, my owner should from time to time make me small presents,

and that in return I should make him presents of five or six times the

value: all this to be done as if arising from mutual love and

kindness, and not the slightest allusion to be ever made to the

relative value of the gifts on either side (an important article).

Fourthly.--It was to be a _sine qua non_ that I must purchase

everything the chief or his family had to sell, whether I wanted them

or not, and give the highest market price, or rather more. (Another

very important article.)

Fifthly.--The chief's own particular pipe never to be allowed to

become extinguished for want of the needful supply of tobacco.

Sixthly.--All desirable jobs of work, and all advantages of all kinds,

to be offered first to the family of my _rangatira_ before letting any

one else have them; payment for same to be about 25 per cent. more

than to any one else, exclusive of a _douceur_ to the chief himself

because he did not work.

In return for these duties and customs, well and truly performed on my

part, the chief was understood to--

Firstly.--Stick up for me in a general way, and not let me be bullied

or imposed upon by any one but himself, as far as he was able to

prevent it.

Secondly.--In case of my being plundered or maltreated by any powerful

marauder, it was the duty of my chief to come in hot haste with all

his family, armed to the teeth, to my rescue, after all was over, and

when it was too late to be of any service. He was also bound on such

occasions to make a great noise, dance the war dance, and fire

muskets, (I finding the powder,) and to declare loudly what he would

have done had he only been in time. I, of course, on such occasions,

for my own dignity, and in consideration of the spirited conduct of my

friends, was bound to order two or three fat pigs to be killed, and

lots of potatoes to be served out to the "army," who were always

expected to be starving, as a general rule. A distribution of tobacco,

in the way of largess, was also a necessity of the case.

Thirdly.--In case of my losing anything of consequence by theft--a

thing which, as a veracious pakeha, I am bound to say, seldom

happened; the natives in those days being, as I have already

mentioned, a very law-observing people, (the law of muru,) had,

indeed, little occasion to steal, the above-named law answering their

purposes in a general way much better, and helping them pretty

certainly to any little matter they coveted; yet, as there are

exceptions to all rules, theft would sometimes be committed; and then,

as I was saying, it became the bounden duty of my _rangatira_ to get

the stolen article back if he was able, and keep it for himself for

his trouble, unless I gave him something of more value in lieu

thereof.

Under the above regulations things went on pleasantly enough, the

chief being restrained, by public opinion and the danger of the pakeha

running away from pushing his prerogative to the utmost limit; and the

pakeha, on the other hand, making the commonalty pay for the indirect

taxation he was subjected to; so that in general, after ten or fifteen

years' residence, he would not be much poorer than when he arrived,

unless, indeed, some unlucky accident happened, such as pakehas were

liable to sometimes in the good old times.

Mentioning "public opinion" as a restraint on the chiefs'

acquisitiveness, I must explain that a chief possessing a pakeha was

much envied by his neighbours, who, in consequence, took every

opportunity of scandalizing him, and blaming him for any rough

plucking process he might submit the said pakeha to; and should he, by

any awkward handling of this sort, cause the pakeha at last to run for

it, the chief would never hear the end of it from his own family and

connections, pakehas being, in those glorious old times, considered to

be geese who laid golden eggs, and it would be held to be the very

extreme of foolishness and bad policy either to kill them, or, by too

rough handling, to cause them to fly away.

On the other hand, should the pakeha fail in a culpable manner in the

performance of his duties, though he would not, as a rule, be

subjected to any stated punishment, he would soon begin to find a most

unaccountable train of accidents and all sorts of unpleasant

occurrences happening, enough, in the aggregate, to drive Job himself

out of his wits; and, moreover, he would _get a bad name_, which,

though he removed, would follow him from one end of the island to the

other, and effectually prevent him having the slightest chance of

doing any good,--that is, holding his own in the country, as the

natives, wherever he went, would consider him a person out of whom the

most was to be made at once, as he was not to be depended on as a

source of permanent revenue. I have known several industrious, active,

and sober pakeha who never could do any good, and whose life, for a

long series of years, was a mere train of mishaps, till at last they

were reduced to extreme poverty, merely from having, in their first

dealings with the natives, got a bad name, in consequence of not

having been able to understand clearly the beauty of the set of

regulations I have just mentioned, and from an inability to make them

work smoothly. The bad name I have mentioned was short and expressive;

wherever they went, there would be sure to be some one who would

introduce them to their new acquaintances as "a pakeha _pakeke_"--a

hard pakeha; "a pakeha _taehae_"--a miser; or, to sum up all, "a

pakeha _kino_."

The chief who claimed me was a good specimen of the Maori _rangatira_.

He was a very old man, and had fought the French when Marion, the

French circumnavigator, was killed. He had killed a Frenchman himself,

and carried his thighs and legs many miles as a _bonne bouche_ for his

friends at home at the pa. This old gentleman was not head of his

tribe. He was a man of good family, related to several high chiefs. He

was head of a strong family, or _hapu_, which mustered a considerable

number of fighting men, all his near relations. He had been himself a

most celebrated fighting man, and a war chief; and was altogether a

highly respectable person, and of great weight in the councils of the

tribe. I may say I was fortunate in having been appropriated by this

old patrician. He gave me very little trouble; did not press his

rights and privileges too forcibly on my notice, and in fact behaved

in all respects towards me in so liberal and friendly a manner, that

before long I began to have a very sincere regard for him, and he to

take a sort of paternal interest in me, which was both gratifying to

observe, and also extremely comical sometimes, when he, out of real

anxiety to see me a perfectly accomplished _rangatira_, would lecture

on good manners, etiquette, and the use of the spear. He was, indeed,

a model of a _rangatira_, and well worth being described. He was a

little man, with a high massive head, and remarkably high square

forehead, on which the tattooer had exhausted his art. Though, as I

have said, of a great age, he was still nimble and active. He had

evidently been one of those tough, active men, who, though small in

stature, are a match for any one. There was in my old friend's eyes a

sort of dull fiery appearance, which, when anything excited him, or

when he recounted some of those numerous battles, onslaughts,

massacres, or stormings in which all the active part of his life had

been spent, actually seemed to blaze up and give forth real fire. His

breast was covered with spear-wounds, and he also had two very severe

spear-wounds on his head; but he boasted that no single man had ever

been able to touch him with the point of a spear. It was in grand

_melees_, where he would have sometimes six or eight antagonists, that

he had received these wounds. He was a great general, and I have

heard him criticize closely the order and conduct of every battle of

consequence which had been fought for fifty years before my arrival in

the country. On these occasions the old "martialist" would draw on the

sand the plan of the battle he was criticizing and describing; and in

the course of time I began to perceive that, before the introduction

of the musket, the art of war had been brought to great perfection by

the natives: and that, when large numbers were engaged in a pitched

battle, the order of battle resembled, in a most striking manner, some

of the most approved orders of battle of the ancients. Since the

introduction of firearms the natives have entirely altered their

tactics, and adopted a system better adapted to the new weapon and the

nature of the country.

My old friend had a great hatred for the musket. He said that in

battles fought with the musket there were never so many men killed as

when, in his young days, men fought hand to hand with the spear; when

a good warrior would kill six, eight, ten, or even twenty men in a

single fight; for when once the enemy broke and commenced to run, the

combatants being so close together, a fast runner would knock a dozen

on the head in a short time; and the great aim of these fast-running

warriors, of whom my old friend had been one, was to chase straight on

and never stop, only striking one blow at one man, so as to cripple

him, so that those behind should be sure to overtake and finish him.

It was not uncommon for one man, strong and swift of foot, when the

enemy were fairly routed, to stab with a light spear ten or a dozen

men in such a way as to ensure their being overtaken and killed. On

one occasion of this kind my old tutor had the misfortune to stab a

running man in the back. He did it, of course, scientifically, so as

to stop his running, and as he passed him by he perceived it was his

wife's brother. He was finished immediately by the men close behind. I

should have said the man was a brother of one of my friend's four

wives, which being the case, I dare say he had a sufficient number of

brothers-in-law to afford to kill one now and then. A worse mishap,

however, occurred to him on another occasion. He was returning from a

successful expedition from the south (in the course of which,

by-the-bye, he and his men killed and cooked several men of the enemy

in Shortland Crescent, and forced three others to jump over a cliff,

which is, I think, now called Soldier's Point), when off the Mahurangi

a smoke was seen rising from amongst the trees near the beach. They at

once concluded that it came from the fires of people belonging to that

part of the country, and who they considered as game. They therefore

waited till night, concealing their canoes behind some rocks, and when

it became dark landed; they then divided into two parties, took the

supposed enemy completely by surprise, attacked, rushing upon them

from two opposite directions at once. My _rangatira_, dashing

furiously among them, and, as I can well suppose, those eyes of his

flashing fire, had the happiness of once again killing the first man,

and being authorized to shout, "_Ki au te mataika!_" A few more blows,

the parties recognize each other: they are friends!--men of the same

tribe! Who is the last _mataika_ slain by this famous warrior? Quick,

bring a flaming brand; here he lies dead! Ha! It is his father!

Now an ancient knight of romance, under similar awkward circumstances,

would probably have retired from public life, sought out some forest

cave, where he would have hung up his armour, let his beard grow,

flogged himself twice a day "regular," and lived on "pulse," which, I

suppose, means pea-soup, for the rest of his life. But my old

_rangatira_ and his companions had not a morsel of that sort of

romance about them. The killing of my friend's father was looked upon

as a very clever exploit in itself, though a very unlucky one. So

after having scolded one another for some time, one party telling the

other they were served right for not keeping a better look out, and

the other answering that they should have been sure who they were

going to attack before making the onset, they all held a _tangi_ or

lamentation for the old warrior who had just received his _mittimus_;

and then killing a prisoner, who they had brought in the canoes for

fresh provisions, they had a good feast; after which they returned all

together to their own country, taking the body of their lamented

relative along with them. This happened many years before I came to

the country, and when my _rangatira_ was one of the most famous

fighting men in his tribe.

This Maori _rangatira_, who I am describing, had passed his whole

life, with but little intermission, in a scene of battle, murder, and

bloodthirsty atrocities of the most terrific description, mixed with

actions of the most heroic courage, self-sacrifice, and chivalric

daring, as leaves one perfectly astounded to find them the deeds of

one and the same people--one day doing acts which had they been

performed in ancient Greece would have immortalized the actors, and

the next committing barbarities too horrible for relation, and almost

incredible.

The effect of a life of this kind was observable, plainly enough, in

my friend. He was utterly devoid of what weak mortals call

"compassion." He seemed to have no more feeling for the pain,

tortures, or death of others than a stone. Should one of his family be

dying or wounded, he merely felt it as the loss of one fighting man.

As for the death of a woman or any non-combatant, he did not feel it

at all, though the person might have suffered horrid tortures; indeed

I have seen him scolding severely a fine young man, his near relative,

when actually expiring, for being such a fool as to blow himself up by

accident, and deprive his family of a fighting man. The last words the

dying man heard were these:--"It serves you right. There you are,

looking very like a burnt stick! It serves you right--a burnt stick!

Serves you right!" It really _was_ vexatious. A fine stout young

fellow to be wasted in that way. As for fear, I saw one or two

instances to prove he knew very little about it; and, indeed, to be

killed in battle, seemed to him a natural death, and he was always

grumbling that the young men thought of nothing but trading: and

whenever he proposed to them to take him where he might have a final

battle (_he riri wakamutunga_), where he might escape dying of old

age, they always kept saying, "Wait till we get more muskets," or

"more gunpowder," or more something or another, "as if men could not

be killed without muskets!" He was not cruel either; he was only

unfeeling. He had been guilty, it is true, in his time, of what we

would call terrific atrocities to his prisoners, which he calmly and

calculatingly perpetrated as _utu_ or retaliation for similar

barbarities committed by them or their tribe. And here I must retract

the word guilty, which I see I have written inadvertently, for

according to the morals and principles of the people of whom he was

one, and of the time to which he belonged, and the training he had

received, so far from being guilty, he did a praiseworthy, glorious,

and public-spirited action when he opened the jugular vein of a bound

captive and sucked huge draughts of his blood. To say the truth he was

a very nice old man, and I liked him very much. It would not, however,

be advisable to put him in a passion; not much good would be likely to

arise from it, as indeed I could show by one or two very striking

instances which came under my notice, though to say the truth he was

not easily put out of temper. He had one great moral rule,--it was

indeed his rule of life,--he held that every man had a right to do

everything and anything he chose, provided he was able and willing to

stand the consequences, though he thought some men fools for trying

to do things which they could not carry out pleasantly, and which

ended in getting them baked. I once hinted to him that, should every

one reduce these principles to practice, he himself might find it

awkward, particularly as he had so many mortal enemies. To which he

replied, with a look which seemed to pity my ignorance, that every one

_did_ practise this rule to the best of their abilities, but that some

were not so able as others; and that as for his enemies, he should

take care they never surprised _him_; a surprise being, indeed, the

only thing he seemed to have any fear at all of. In truth he had

occasion to look out sharp; he never was known to sleep more than

three or four nights in the same place, and often, when there were ill

omens, he would not sleep in a house at all, or two nights following

in one place, for a month together, and I never saw him without both

spear and tomahawk, and ready to defend himself at a second's notice,

a state of preparation perfectly necessary, for though in his own

country and surrounded by his tribe, his death would have been such a

triumph for hundreds, not of distant enemies, but of people within a

day's journey, that none could tell at what moment some stout young

fellow in search of _utu_ and a "_ingoa toa_" (a warlike reputation)

might rush upon him, determined to have his head or leave his own. The

old buck himself had, indeed, performed several exploits of this

nature, the last of which occurred just at the time I came into the

country, but before I had the advantage of his acquaintance. His

tribe were at war with some people at the distance of about a day's

journey. One of their villages was on the border of a dense forest. My

_rangatira_, then a very old man, started off alone, and without

saying a word to any one, took his way through the forest which

extended the whole way between his village and the enemy, crept like a

lizard into the enemy's village, and then, shouting his war cry,

dashed amongst a number of people he saw sitting together on the

ground, and who little expected such a salute. In a minute he had run

three men and one woman through the body, received five dangerous

spear-wounds himself, and escaped to the forest, and finally got safe

home to his own country and people. Truly my old _rangatira_ was a man

of a thousand,--a model _rangatira_. This exploit, if possible, added

to his reputation, and every one said his _mana_ would never decline.

The enemy had been panic-stricken, thinking a whole tribe were upon

them, and fled like a flock of sheep, except the three men who were

killed. They all attacked my old chief at once, and were all disposed

of in less than a minute, after, as I have said, giving him five

desperate wounds. The woman was just "stuck," as a matter of course,

as she came in his way.

The natives are unanimous in affirming that they were much more

numerous in former times than they are now, and I am convinced that

such was the case, for the following reasons. The old hill forts are

many of them so large that an amount of labour must have been

expended in trenching, terracing, and fencing them, and all without

iron tools, which increased the difficulty a hundred-fold, which must

have required a vastly greater population to accomplish than can be

now found in the surrounding districts. These forts were also of such

an extent that, taking into consideration the system of attack and

defence used necessarily in those times, they would have been utterly

untenable unless held by at least ten times the number of men the

whole surrounding districts, for two or three days' journey, can

produce; and yet, when we remember that in those times of constant

war, being the two centuries preceding the arrival of the Europeans,

the natives always, as a rule, slept in these hill forts with closed

gates, bridges over trenches removed, and ladders of terraces drawn

up, we must come to the conclusion that the inhabitants of the fort,

though so numerous, were merely the population of the country in the

close vicinity. Now from the top of one of these pointed, trenched,

and terraced hills, I have counted twenty others, all of equally large

dimensions, and all within a distance, in every direction, of fifteen

to twenty miles; and native tradition affirms that each of these hills

was the stronghold of a separate _hapu_ or clan, bearing its

distinctive name. There is also the most unmistakeable evidence that

vast tracts of country, which have lain wild time out of mind, were

once fully cultivated. The ditches for draining the land are still

traceable, and large pits are to be seen in hundreds, on the tops of

the dry hills, all over the northern part of the North Island, in

which the _kumera_ were once stored; and these pits are, in the

greatest number, found in the centre of great open tracts of

uncultivated country, where a rat in the present day would hardly find

subsistence. The old drains, and the peculiar growth of the timber,

mark clearly the extent of these ancient cultivations. It is also very

observable that large tracts of very inferior land have been in

cultivation, which would lead to the inference that either the

population was pretty nearly proportioned to the extent of available

land, or that the tracts of inferior land were cultivated merely

because they were not too far removed from the fort; for the shape of

the hill, and its capability of defence and facility of fortification,

was of more consequence than the fertility of the surrounding country.

These _kumera_ pits, being dug generally in the stiff clay on the hill

tops, have, in most cases, retained their shape perfectly, and many

seem as fresh and new as if they had been dug but a few years. They

are oblong in shape, with the sides regularly sloped. Many collections

of these provision stores have outlived Maori tradition, and the

natives can only conjecture who they belonged to. Out of the centre of

one of them which I have seen, there is now growing a kauri tree one

hundred and twenty feet high, and out of another a large totara. The

outline of these pits is as perfect as the day they were dug, and the

sides have not fallen in in the slightest degree, from which perhaps

they have been preserved by the absence of frost, as well as by a

beautiful coating of moss, by which they are everywhere covered. The

pit in which the kauri grew, had been partially filled up by the

scaling off of the bark of the tree, which falling off in patches, as

it is constantly doing, had raised a mound of decaying bark round the

root of the tree.

Another evidence of a very large number of people having once

inhabited these hill forts is the number of houses they contained.

Every native house, it appears, in former times as in the present, had

a fire-place composed of four flat stones or flags sunk on their edges

into the ground, so as to form an oblong case or trunk, in which at

night a fire to heat the house was made. Now, in two of the largest

hill forts I have examined, though for ages no vestige of a house had

been seen, there remained the fire-places--the four stones projecting

like an oblong box slightly over the ground--and from their position

and number denoting clearly that, large as the circumference of the

huge volcanic hill was which formed the fortress, the number of

families inhabiting it necessitated the strictest economy of room. The

houses had been arranged in streets, or double rows, with a path

between them, except in places where there had been only room on a

terrace for a single row. The distances between the fire-places proved

that the houses in the rows must have been as close together as it was

possible to build them, and every spot, from the foot to the hill top,

not required and specially planned for defensive purposes, had been

built on in this regular manner. Even the small flat top, sixty yards

long by forty wide,--the citadel,--on which the greatest care and

labour had been bestowed to render it difficult of access, had been as

full of houses as it could hold, leaving a small space all round the

precipitous bank for the defenders to stand on.

These little fire-places, and the scarped and terraced conical hills,

are the only marks the Maori of ancient times have left of their

existence. And I have reasons for believing that this country has been

inhabited from a more remote period by far than is generally supposed.

These reasons I found upon the dialect of the Maori language spoken by

the Maori of New Zealand, as well as on many other circumstances.

We may easily imagine that a hill of this kind, covered from bottom to

top with houses thatched and built of reeds, rushes, and raupo, would

be a mere mass of combustible matter, and such indeed was the case.

When an enemy attacked one of these places a common practice was to

shower red-hot stones from slings into the place, which, sinking into

the dry thatch of the houses, would cause a general conflagration.

Should this once occur the place was sure to be taken, and this mode

of attack was much feared; all hands not engaged at the outer

defences, and all women and non-combatants, were employed guarding

against this danger, and pouring water out of calabashes on every

smoke that appeared. The natives also practised both mining and

escalade in attacking a hill fort.

The natives attribute their decrease in numbers, before the arrival

of the Europeans, to war and sickness, disease possibly arising from

the destruction of food and the forced neglect of cultivation caused

by the constant and furious wars which devastated the country for a

long period before the arrival of the Europeans, in such a manner that

the natives at last believed that a constant state of warfare was the

natural condition of life, and their sentiments, feelings, and maxims

became gradually formed on this belief. Nothing was so valuable or

respectable as strength and courage, and to acquire property by war

and plunder was more honourable and also more desirable than by

labour. Cannibalism was glorious. The island was a pandemonium.

A rugged wight, the worst of brutes, was man;

On his own wretched kind he ruthless prey'd.

The strongest then the weakest overran,

In every country mighty robbers sway'd,

And guile and ruffian force was all their trade.

Since the arrival of the Europeans the decrease of the natives has

also been rapid. In that part of the country where I have had means of

accurate observation, they have decreased in number since my arrival

rather more than one-third. I have, however, observed that this

decrease has for the last ten years been very considerably checked,

though I do not believe this improvement is general through the

country, or even permanent where I have observed it.

The first grand cause of the decrease of the natives since the arrival

of the Europeans is the musket. The nature of the ancient Maori

weapons prompted them to seek out vantage ground, and to take up

positions on precipitous hill tops, and make those high, dry, airy

situations their regular fixed residences. Their ordinary course of

life, when not engaged in warfare, was regular, and not necessarily

unhealthy. Their labour, though constant in one shape or other, and

compelled by necessity, was not too heavy. In the morning, but not

early, they descended from the hill pa to the cultivations in the low

ground; they went in a body, armed like men going to battle, the spear

or club in one hand, and the agricultural instrument in the other. The

women followed. Long before night (it was counted unlucky to work till

dark) they returned to the hill with a reversed order, the women now,

and slaves, and lads, bearing fuel and water for the night, in front;

they also bore probably heavy loads of _kumera_ or other provisions.

In the time of year when the crops did not call for their attention,

when they were planted and growing, then the whole tribe would remove

to some fortified hill, at the side of some river, or on the coast,

where they would pass months fishing, making nets, clubs, spears, and

implements of various descriptions; the women, in all spare time,

making mats for clothing, or baskets to carry the crop of _kumera_ in,

when fit to dig. There was very little idleness; and to be called

"lazy" was a great reproach. It is to be observed that for several

months the crops could be left thus unguarded with perfect safety, for

the Maori, as a general rule, never destroyed growing crops or

attacked their owners in a regular manner until the crops were nearly

at full perfection, so that they might afford subsistence to the

invaders, and consequently the end of the summer all over the country

was a time of universal preparation for battle, either offensive or

defensive, the crops then being near maturity.

Now when the natives became generally armed with the musket they at

once abandoned the hills, and, to save themselves the great labour and

inconvenience occasioned by the necessity of continually carrying

provisions, fuel, and water to these precipitous hill-castles--which

would be also, as a matter of necessity, at some inconvenient distance

from at least some part of the extensive cultivations--descended to

the low lands, and there, in the centre of the cultivations, erected a

new kind of fortification adapted to the capabilities of the new

weapon. _This_ was their destruction. There in mere swamps they built

their oven-like houses, where the water even in summer sprung with the

pressure of the foot, and where in winter the houses were often

completely flooded. There, lying on the spongy soil, on beds of rushes

which rotted under them--in little, low dens of houses, or kennels,

heated like ovens at night and dripping with damp in the day--full of

noxious exhalations from the damp soil, and impossible to

ventilate--they were cut off by disease in a manner absolutely

frightful. No advice would they take; they could not _see_ the enemy

which killed them, and therefore could not believe the Europeans who

pointed out the cause of their destruction.

This change of residence was universal and everywhere followed by the

same consequences, more or less marked; the strongest men were cut off

and but few children were reared. And even now, after the dreadful

experience they have had, and all the continual remonstrances of their

pakeha friends, they take but very little more precaution in choosing

sites for their houses than at first; and when a native village or a

native house happens to be in a dry, healthy situation, it is often

more the effect of accident than design.

Twenty years ago a _hapu_, in number just forty persons, removed their

_kainga_ from a dry, healthy position, to the edge of a _raupo_ swamp.

I happened to be at the place a short time after the removal, and with

me there was a medical gentleman who was travelling through the

country. In creeping into one of the houses (the chief's) through the

low door, I was obliged to put both my hands to the ground; they both

sunk into the swampy soil, making holes which immediately filled with

water. The chief and his family were lying on the ground on rushes,

and a fire was burning, which made the little den, not in the highest

place more than five feet high, feel like an oven. I called the

attention of my friend to the state of this place called a "house." He

merely said, "_men_ cannot live here." Eight years from that day the

whole _hapu_ were extinct; but, as I remember, two persons were shot

for bewitching them and causing their deaths.

Many other causes combined at the same time to work the destruction

of the natives. Next to the change of residence from the high and

healthy hill forts to the low grounds, was the hardship, over-labour,

exposure, and half-starvation, to which they submitted

themselves--firstly, to procure these very muskets which enabled them

to make the fatal change of residence, and afterwards to procure the

highly and justly valued iron implements of the Europeans. When we

reflect that a ton of cleaned flax was the price paid for two muskets,

and at an earlier date for one musket, we can see at once the dreadful

exertion necessary to obtain it. But supposing a man to get a musket

for half a ton of flax, another half ton would be required for

ammunition; and in consequence, as every man in a native _hapu_, of

say a hundred men, was absolutely forced on pain of death to procure a

musket and ammunition at any cost, and at the earliest possible moment

(for if they did not procure them extermination was their doom by the

hands of those of their countrymen who had), the effect was that this

small _hapu_, or clan, had to manufacture, spurred by the penalty of

death, in the shortest possible time, one hundred tons of flax,

scraped by hand with a shell, bit by bit, morsel by morsel,

half-quarter of an ounce at a time. Now as the natives, when

undisturbed and labouring regularly at their cultivations, were never

far removed from necessity or scarcity of food, we may easily imagine

the distress and hardship caused by this enormous imposition of extra

labour. They were obliged to neglect their crops in a very serious

degree, and for many months in the year were in a half-starving

condition, working hard all the time in the flax swamps. The

insufficient food, over-exertion, and unwholesome locality, killed

them fast. As for the young children, they almost all died; and this

state of things continued for many years: for it was long after being

supplied with arms and ammunition before the natives could purchase,

by similar exertion, the various agricultural implements, and other

iron tools so necessary to them; and it must always be remembered, if

we wish to understand the difficulties and over-labour the natives

were subjected to, that while undergoing this immense extra toil, they

were at the same time obliged to maintain themselves by cultivating

the ground with sharpened sticks, not being able to afford to purchase

iron implements in any useful quantity, till first the great,

pressing, paramount want of muskets and gunpowder had been supplied.

Thus continual excitement, over-work, and insufficient food, exposure,

and unhealthy places of residence, together with a general breaking up

of old habits of life, thinned their numbers. European diseases also

assisted, but not to any very serious degree; till in the part of the

country in which, as I have before stated, I have had means to observe

with exactitude, the natives have decreased in numbers over one-third

since I first saw them. That this rapid decrease has been checked in

some districts, I am sure, and the cause is not a mystery. The influx

of Europeans has caused a competition in trading, which enables them

to get the highest value for the produce of their labour, and at the

same time opened to them a hundred new lines of industry, and also

afforded them other opportunities of becoming possessed of property.

They have not at all improved these advantages as they might have

done; but are, nevertheless, as it were in spite of themselves, on the

whole, richer--_i.e._, better clothed, fed, and in some degree lodged,

than in past years; and I see the plough now running where I once saw

the rude pointed stick poking the ground. I do not, however, believe

that this improvement exists in more than one or two districts in any

remarkable degree, nor do I think it will be permanent where it does

exist, insomuch as I have said that the improvement is not the result

of providence, economy, or industry, but of a train of temporary

circumstances favourable to the natives; but which, if unimproved, as

they most probably will be, will end in no permanent good result.

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